"This sword is forged from at least five of the rarest ores in the world."
Such a sentence suddenly appeared in Su Xing's consciousness, which made him stunned for a moment.
But soon, he realized that since this sentence appeared in his sea of consciousness, it must have come from his master.
"Master, are you... awake?"
In the silent house, only Su Xing's lowered voice could be heard.
"The power of the soul has only recovered less than 30%. At this level, I can only communicate with you in your sea of consciousness, so it cannot be called an awakening. But thanks to the several ancient spiritual swords in this sword hall, if not
Even after absorbing the weapon spirits of those spiritual swords, I can’t wake up.”
Word after word emerged in the sea of consciousness again, but when Su Xing realized the meaning behind these words, his head was filled with black lines.
The reason why the word "spirit" is given to the spiritual weapon is because there is a kind of spiritual being called the spirit of the spiritual weapon living in the spiritual weapon.
As a spiritual creature, the weapon spirit has its own thinking and consciousness like all living things in the world, but it can only live in the spirit weapon.
Moreover, before the holder of the spiritual weapon becomes a true warrior, the spirit contained in the spiritual weapon cannot be awakened. Therefore, the holder of the spiritual weapon can only exert at most half of the power of the spiritual weapon before becoming a warrior.
If Su Xing had known before that the power of Emperor Yueling's soul was spinning on those spiritual swords to absorb the weapon spirit, he would definitely have stopped it.
After all, how can a spiritual sword be called a spiritual sword without its weapon spirit? At most, it is just a weapon between the mortal and the spiritual.
But now it was better. By the time Su Xing came to his senses, Emperor Yueling had already absorbed the weapon spirits of at least ten ancient spiritual swords.
"Doing this...isn't it too immoral?"
"But those ancient spirit swords have been kept in this Spirit Sword Hall for so many years and no one has chosen them. I'm afraid no one will choose them in the future... It shouldn't be a problem."
Su Xing had no choice but to comfort himself in his heart.
The power of Emperor Yueling's soul flew back into the jade pendant with a swish, and Su Xing immediately prepared to put the nameless sword in his hand back to its original position.
A sword that is nameless and covered in rust, I am afraid that the spirit of the weapon inside has long since disappeared.
Even if such a sword is made with hundreds of rare minerals, it's no wonder that others don't want it.
And just when he put the rusty sword back into place, another sentence appeared in his sea of consciousness.
"Although this is a rusty sword, I can feel that its weapon spirit still exists. And... that weapon spirit has a lot of power, which is better than most of the spiritual swords in this sword hall."
"Just judging from my current soul power, I still can't know all the information."
As the words like smoke dissipated in Su Xing's sea of consciousness, the young man couldn't help but stop his movements, hold the sword with both hands, and look at it again.
A cold and refreshing feeling suddenly passed from the sword to Su Xing's palms. This breath made Su Xing feel very mysterious. What surprised him even more was that this mysterious breath actually made his state of mind suddenly quiet.
Come down.
But the more carefully he observed, the tighter the frown on Su Xing's forehead became.
No matter how you look at it...it's still a rusty sword.
No matter how high your level of cultivation is, you still have to rely on the power of weapons on the battlefield. Choosing a rusty sword is undoubtedly equivalent to cutting off an arm in a decisive battle.
Su Xing tried to inject soul power into the rusty sword, but did not receive any response.
He laughed at himself, "Sure enough, the realm of soul power is not strong enough. It seems that we can only find out after becoming a warrior."
While talking to himself, Su Xing had already made a decision in his heart and chose this rusty sword.
Firstly, he believed that Di Yueling's intuition was absolutely correct, and secondly, he also felt the strangeness of this rusty sword, which made him very curious about the origin and ability of this sword.
"Then the decision is yours."
After Su Xing pinned the rusty sword to his waist, he noticed that there were a few rusty chips on the hand that had held the sword in front of him.
He curled his lips, shook his head helplessly, and immediately walked out of the sword hall.
The room he was in was considered to be at the very back of the entire Lingjian Hall, so even walking straight ahead took a full cup of tea.
But after walking out of Lingjian Hall, the sun had already set.
"My dear grandfather, why did you stay in there for a full hour?"
A cry came from the tree not far away, and then a figure quickly came to Su Xing.
Su Xing looked over and saw Du Jia looking like he was about to cry without tears, grinning and speaking in a very resentful tone.
Su Xing still didn't know that he indirectly ruined Du Jia's date.
He scratched his head, his face full of apologies and embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Du Jia. This Spirit Sword Hall is really too big, and it can't be completed in a short while."
Du Jia crossed his arms, rolled his eyes at the young man, and said angrily: "Okay, you have been searching in the sword hall for so long, and you must have found a spiritual sword that you are extremely satisfied with. Come on, show it to me."
While he was speaking, his eyes had already glanced at Su Xing's waist.
The young man chuckled confidently, took the carefully selected spiritual sword from his waist with one hand, and held it horizontally in front of the two of them.
Although Du Jia had been waiting outside the door for so long, she was still very curious in her heart about what spiritual sword Su Xing had chosen.
As a lecturer of the Wanjian Sect, he knew very well that most of the disciples were impatient after entering the sword hall. They usually only walked two or three rooms before they picked out a similar spiritual sword.
Du Jia disliked this kind of make-shift mentality. Therefore, after seeing Su Xing wandering around inside for so long, he couldn't help but secretly praise Su Xing's stability, and began to wonder what kind of behavior Su Xing would bring out.
Spirit Sword became excited.
Under the night, the bright moonlight shone on the two of them.
Du Jia swallowed, and his excited eyes fell on the spiritual sword Su Xingheng placed on his chest.
Immediately afterwards, Du Jia's face froze when he saw the true appearance of the spirit sword, and the smile immediately solidified on his face.
His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open as if he could swallow four eggs in one bite.
"This...this is..."
In Du Jia's mind, he had guessed that Su Xing might choose an ancient spiritual sword, a well-made new sword, or a strange sword with a unique shape...
But no matter how he guessed, he never expected that the young man in front of him had been wandering around the sword hall for a full hour, but he would bring out a...
Rusty sword.
A real rusty scrap sword.
"I'm so angry!"
At this moment, Du Jia, who had been looking forward to Su Xing's spiritual sword for a long time and therefore missed the tryst with his sweetheart, could no longer hold back the resentment in his heart. He roared to the sky, then his eyes went black and he fainted.
Before he lost consciousness, he could still vaguely hear shouts such as "Mr. Du Jia, wake up".