“I’m only at Foundation Establishment now, Brother Qu is joking.”

In the end, Jian Chou only sighed like this.

Qu Zhengfeng didn’t say much more, only responding with a smile. Jian Chou couldn’t understand what this smile meant.

The basin before them finally stopped shaking.

Thirty-six massive stone pillars stood tall like pillars reaching the heavens, while below, the huge platform revealed gray-white stone coloring. The entire basin looked like the ruins of some ancient structure.

“This is our Yashan Armory.”

Speaking thus, Qu Zhengfeng produced a tiger-head token, black and lustrous, pressing it forward with his hand.

At that moment, everyone seemed to hear a “click” of connection, as if that token had merged with something in the void.

Thus, ripples of golden light spread out in all directions from Qu Zhengfeng’s token as the center.

Between the two stone pillars flanking the platform, a golden stone wall appeared from thin air!

With carved patterns and winding totems, exactly like what Jian Chou had seen when looking up on the Yashan path!

The Armory!

Appearing from nothingness!

After Qu Zhengfeng pressed down the token, countless stone walls slowly emerged from the void, becoming a massive stone palace, magnificent and imposing!

On the wall before Jian Chou and the others were two giant doors, with Qu Zhengfeng’s token fitting perfectly in the center of the door gap.

He gently rotated the token, and the two giant doors thunderously opened inward, shooting out a blinding white light from within.

Jian Chou couldn’t see what was inside.

The other disciples also looked curious, while the Golden Core disciples who had been here before showed eager eyes.

“The Armory is open. Please, fellow disciples, follow me inside.”

Speaking thus, Qu Zhengfeng took the lead, flying on his sword and transforming into a streak of light, plunging into that snowy white radiance within the Armory doors, his figure disappearing.

Jian Chou, with high seniority and standing in front, followed behind Qu Zhengfeng, the second to fly in.

Passing through that white light was like passing through a mysterious mirror. Flying only three feet forward felt like crossing half an ocean.

The moment she saw the scene inside the doors, Jian Chou was stunned.

Cold wind suddenly rose, stinging her face.

The wind seemed to carry ice blades, freezing her bones with cold.

Looking around, silver adorned everything, with snow drifting over thousands of mountains.

Passing through the stone palace’s great doors, they had arrived on a vast ice field. Far and near, mountain peaks stood with sharp edges, all covered in ice and snow, with not a hint of green visible—only the transparency of ice and purity of snow.

Even the sky was gray-white, with howling cold winds occasionally sweeping through.

The vast ice field stretched endlessly.

Breathing out created a misty white vapor.

Jian Chou turned back to look where they’d come from, but couldn’t see the doors—only the gray-white sky color and the shock and admiration in the eyes of the twenty-plus Yashan disciples who had followed.

The cultivation world’s techniques were truly marvelous.

She still remembered the journey here, seeing ancient trees and circling birds, yet in an instant, they were in a world of frozen thousands of li with drifting snow for ten thousand li.

“This is our Yashan Armory.”

Qu Zhengfeng stood in the air before everyone, his voice calm, as if long accustomed to wave after wave of Yashan disciples’ shock.

“Yashan has over ten thousand years of history with deep foundations. This Armory was opened by a great predecessor of the Bounded Realm level with a single strike, separated from the Nineteen Continents, not within the Six Realms. As for all the magical artifacts inside, the lowest are treasured artifacts, the highest are mysterious treasures, and there are even rumors of famous swords once used by immortals—special sacred artifacts higher than mysterious treasures… However, what each person can obtain depends entirely on individual fate.”

Finished speaking, the Seagloss Sword carried him slowly downward.

Directly below was an ice plain.

Qu Zhengfeng landed, and the others followed.

When Jian Chou landed, she casually stomped her feet. The ice field beneath seemed to show no soil, only countless layers of solid ice, feeling no different from iron blocks when stomped. She frowned, wondering where the magical artifacts were.

Just as she was about to raise her head, a shadow under the ice suddenly caught her eye.

Though the solid ice beneath was transparent, light refracted within the ice, making it difficult to see what was below clearly.

However…

Jian Chou could still discern that the shadow under the solid ice looked like a sword.

Qu Zhengfeng turned back and noticed Jian Chou’s actions, smiling as he explained: “As you can see, beneath this ice field under our feet lie countless magical artifacts. They’re all sealed in this ten-thousand-year-old solid ice…”

“How do we get them out?”

Someone couldn’t help asking, finding it difficult.

Jian Chou also looked at him curiously.

Qu Zhengfeng said, “The magical artifacts in the Armory are rarely of common grade. Any proper magical artifact must have a spirit. Yashan’s artifacts choose their masters without having masters—if there’s fate, you can naturally obtain one. As for how to obtain it, that’s your business. You have only half a day to select magical artifacts. If you still gain nothing after half a day, we can only return together. Time is limited—I wish all fellow disciples good fortune.”

After these words, everyone cupped their hands and bowed to thank Qu Zhengfeng, then scattered in all directions.

Jian Chou stood without moving, looking around.

Some people searched along the ice field, and seeing artifact shapes under the ice, they directly raised their swords to strike at the ice below, only managing to chip off some ice fragments while the entire ice surface remained completely unmoved.

Others directly left the ice field, heading toward more distant mountains and rivers.

Countless treasures seemed covered beneath countless ice surfaces.

“Isn’t Senior Sister going?”

The Seagloss Sword was in Qu Zhengfeng’s hand, now with its radiance contained, showing only the outer dark blue color.

Seeing her still standing in place, Qu Zhengfeng walked over.

Jian Chou turned back to look and suddenly became curious: “Was Brother Qu’s sword also obtained here?”

Qu Zhengfeng looked down at the Seagloss Sword in his hand, then glanced at Jian Chou and smiled: “What does Senior Sister think?”

“…”

Sigh.

Difficult to converse with.

Jian Chou said, “I’m just a bit curious.”

She spoke while beginning to wander around this ice field.

Qu Zhengfeng followed her casually without much concern.

“Senior Sister once asked me outside Lanyue Hall to follow those three female cultivators from the Jianzhu Sect, worried about that Jiang Ling. Speaking of which, while Senior Sister was unconscious these past few days, I haven’t had a chance to tell Senior Sister about that day’s situation.”

Indeed, there was such a matter.

If Qu Zhengfeng hadn’t mentioned it now, Jian Chou would have asked soon.

She stopped to look at Qu Zhengfeng and asked: “Zhou Baozhu doesn’t seem like someone easy to get along with. Jiang Ling wasn’t hurt, was she?”

“Temporarily unhurt.” Qu Zhengfeng said: “That day I followed them out of the Yashan cable bridge, and Zhou Baozhu scolded Jiang Ling, saying she understood nothing, making her suffer quite a bit of grievance…”

He recounted everything he had witnessed that day.

Jian Chou listened with furrowed brows.

After Qu Zhengfeng finished, he said, “From their words, I always feel this Jianzhu Sect has other plots behind the scenes. This matter is significant, so I’ve already reported it to the Sect Master and Master. The sect has been investigating these past few days. If there are any results, I’ll also inform Senior Sister—Senior Sister needn’t worry too much.”

What a thorough and considerate person.

Jian Chou recalled everyone’s evaluation of Qu Zhengfeng and found it amusing.

“This matter has troubled Brother Qu greatly. I’ll wait for news then. Now, let’s see if there’s anything suitable in this Armory…”

Speaking thus, she had already walked to the edge of the ice field.

Looking down, between the ice field and ice mountains were narrow mountain valleys, also covered with white snow.

The folds of mountains and rivers had all become transparent white here.

“In the Armory, there are all kinds of strange magical artifacts—knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks… However, in the cultivation world, cultivators who use swords are more common, and our Yashan is no exception. Also, because of the Sword Drawing Platform tradition, those using swords have become even more numerous. Ninety-nine percent of the Armory contains swords.”

Qu Zhengfeng stopped, looking at Jian Chou.

“What kind of magical artifact does Senior Sister want?”

“Me?” Jian Chou thought: “I want a handy good sword.”

Not just a handy sword, but a handy good sword.

Jian Chou gazed down into the valley below, where other Yashan disciples had also begun searching everywhere.

So far, not one person has had any gains.

Jian Chou looked at her feet. The ice field was hundreds of zhang high. She laughed and leaped directly down!

At that moment, Qu Zhengfeng’s pupils couldn’t help but contract, startled by Jian Chou’s action!

“Senior Sister!”

Jian Chou’s figure fell like a stone toward the bottom of the ice field at great speed, her full head of black hair contrasting against the snow-white world like ink smeared on paper—pure and poetic.

Wild wind whipped her face, her robes fluttering.

Hundreds of zhang in height—leaping down was truly heart-stopping!

Just as Jian Chou was about to crash into the hard ice surface below, a brilliant golden light suddenly blazed, and a three-foot round mirror appeared beneath her feet, catching her falling body and lifting her again, tracing a gorgeous arc forward!

When she landed, Jian Chou was already at the foot of the mountain opposite the ice field.

Looking back, Jian Chou saw Qu Zhengfeng standing high on the ice field, apparently about to mount his sword.

Due to the backlighting, she couldn’t see his facial expression.

But Jian Chou thought he was probably quite shocked.

A smile appeared on her face as she breathed out, feeling her heart still beating rapidly in her chest, her spirits considerably lifted.

After quite a while, Qu Zhengfeng finally descended on his sword, landing beside Jian Chou.

His gaze held somewhat strange emotions.

“Senior Sister jumping like that suddenly could frighten people.”

“Flying on swords with the wind, leaping from hundreds of zhang high and still being able to rise with the wind…” Jian Chou didn’t care, her eyes showing some reminiscent color. “If it were twenty-some days ago, this was something I wouldn’t even dare imagine.”

Qu Zhengfeng was startled, looking at Jian Chou, but saw she had already stepped forward.

This mountain before them was very tall, with densely packed shadows of various magical artifacts on the ice surface.

Jian Chou could see a small lamp sealed inside, and some crooked long swords…

Many, many items.

A thought suddenly popped into her head: If this Armory were moved to the Nineteen Continents, what kind of sensation would it cause?

Magical artifacts lay like scrap metal sealed in ice!

As if seeing through Jian Chou’s current thoughts, Qu Zhengfeng said, “Our Yashan has always been wealthy and imposing.”

“…”

Jian Chou turned back to look at him, finally speechless.

“If Senior Sister wants to find a good sword, she needs to be more careful.” Qu Zhengfeng said: “Good swords have spirits and natural pride—they definitely won’t mix with common swords.”

His meaning was…

Jian Chou turned to look at that dense mass of swords and understood: “Thank you for Brother Qu’s guidance.”

She no longer lingered here, only looking up toward the heights of this mountain, and with the Liwai Mirror, flew upward.

Qu Zhengfeng only watched from below without going up.

The higher Jian Chou rose, the more various magical artifacts she saw.

She even discovered that under some ice surfaces, there were faintly hidden bloodstains, and some swords weren’t complete, showing small gaps…

Where did these swords come from?

Jian Chou’s thought flickered past.

The massive mountain wall was like a smooth mirror—Jian Chou could see her reflection in it.

The higher she went, the fewer shadows she saw on the ice surfaces before her.

Gradually, Jian Chou seemed to understand something.

Below were densely packed shadows of magical artifacts, but above, they began to thin out. Sometimes within her entire field of vision, there were only two or three.

What appeared were mostly swords.

Ancient and simple in form, with unique shapes—some like curved crescents, others broad and massive with circles of cloud and thunder patterns cast on their surfaces, faintly flashing with flowing light.

Jian Chou was almost ready to stop here; however, at the moment she raised her head…

A massive shadow suddenly entered her sight.

At the height of the ice peak, finally, a blank area with only transparent ice color, as if in such a large space, no sword dared linger.

A phantom lay in layer upon layer of solid ice.

It stood upright with its sword tip pointing toward the bottom of this mountain, as if at the center of the entire ice mountain, a full six feet long, like the king of all swords, overlooking countless common artifacts below.

Just the moment Jian Chou saw it, she felt a strong bone-chilling impulse, as if a cold aura suddenly invaded all her meridians from this sword’s phantom!

Six feet, ancient and simple.

Characters seemingly left from ancient times were quietly carved on its blade.

Sharp sword edges bore wave-pattern traces.

A deep red mark like a line extended from the sword tip up the blade, like bloodstains, adding several parts of fierce, vivid color to this sword!

At that moment, Jian Chou was heartbroken with longing.

She thought: This is the sword I want!

She gazed at it through layers of solid ice, the shock in her heart impossible to hide…

Jian Chou had been suspended in the high sky for a long time, naturally attracting Qu Zhengfeng’s attention below.

When he discovered where Jian Chou had stopped, he suddenly widened his eyes: “Yixiantian?!”

Yixiantian was that sword’s name.

Once, countless Yashan disciples had come before this sword, wanting to summon it out, yet it only stood eternally unmoved, as if it had lost life in the long freezing.

At this moment, another Yashan disciple had taken a fancy to it.

Qu Zhengfeng could no longer look away.

This Senior Sister was the most miraculous one in Yashan’s history—extremely fast cultivation speed, possessing a Tianpan, and he’d even heard some very strange rumors, such as Heavenly Void Body.

However, Master hadn’t revealed more, and he didn’t want to ask.

But at this moment, he had to pay attention to Jian Chou, because perhaps she could draw out this sword.

Jian Chou didn’t know if she could draw out this sword.

She only pressed her hand against that ancient solid ice, and a cold aura immediately came up through her fingertips, freezing her entire body into shivers.

Her fingers curved, lightly tapping the ice surface, and clear sounds came forth. Jian Chou felt this entire ice mountain trembling with such sounds. However, it remained unmoved.

Fate…

What exactly was fate?

Jian Chou didn’t understand. Qu Zhengfeng hadn’t explained very clearly either, as if this were a very mysterious matter.

Did she need to chisel open the solid ice to take out the sword?

Turning her hand, the Liwai Mirror appeared in her grasp. A flowing light passed, and a massive battle disc appeared beneath her feet. With a horizontal slash, the Liwai Mirror left her hand and flew straight toward the massive ice surface!

“Clang!”

A clear, enormous sound!

The Liwai Mirror moved extremely fast, striking the ice surface like ringing a bell!

Instantly, the entire ice field and snowy plain echoed with massive sounds.

However, Jian Chou could no longer pay attention.

In her vision, the Liwai Mirror had become a streak of light, and after striking the ice surface, it rebounded at even greater speed!

Jian Chou quickly turned her head sideways, feeling the wild wind sweep past her cheek!

Whoosh!

The Liwai Mirror was knocked flying!

Still in shock!

Jian Chou turned back to see that golden glass-colored light shooting toward the far edge of the ice field!

There, another Yashan disciple had chiseled open an ice surface and seemed just about to touch a sword in the ice.

Then, a golden glass light suddenly blazed!

Before that disciple could react, he saw ice mist explode before his eyes as the hard Liwai Mirror struck the spot he’d been excavating, collapsing the layers of solid ice outside.

Crash…

The ice surface fell, and the treasured sword sealed in solid ice immediately shot skyward.

That disciple couldn’t care about his surprise, wild joy flashing in his eyes as he leaped up to grab that wildly flying sword in his hand, cheering: “A sword! My sword! It’s out!”

All the nearby Yashan disciples still busy, and couldn’t help but turn to look.

That newly unsealed sword seemed very excited, pulling that disciple to fly in the sky for quite a while before slowly landing in the mountain valley.

Below were his fellow disciples, who immediately cheered upon seeing this.

“Hahaha, well done!”

While cheering, a few close friends extended their fists.

That disciple who got the sword raised his fist to bump theirs one by one: “Mutual congratulations!”

The entire valley below was jubilant.

Jian Chou stood on the ice surface in the high sky, her mouth suddenly twitching.

She turned back to look at “Yixiantian” lying completely motionless in the ice, then looked at the Liwai Mirror embedded in the ice field. With a thought, she summoned the Liwai Mirror back, transforming into a streak of light that landed beneath her feet again.

That Yashan disciple who obtained the sword quickly ran over, standing below and respectfully bowing to Jian Chou, his face showing joy: “This disciple thanks Senior Jian Chou for her assistance! May Senior achieve a good sword!”

Jian Chou was speechless, only able to say: “Congratulations, martial nephew, no need for courtesy.”

She had been trying to smash that large sword inside, who knew it would bounce off and accidentally help someone else?

Jian Chou could only say she was doing good deeds.

She turned back to look at that six-foot-long sword, reaching out to touch the ice surface. Aside from a small white mark, nothing else remained.

At this moment, she understood this sword was beyond her reach.

Though reluctant, Jian Chou knew time was limited. Being very practical, she directly descended and casually chose a long sword that looked pleasing, then raised her mirror to smash it.

This time was simple.

Crack crack—after just a few strikes, the ice surface was already broken, and seeing a long sword right inside, Jian Chou was somewhat delighted, thinking: This is it.

She reached out to pick up this sword.

The surrounding solid ice had already been chiseled away. Jian Chou thought she could easily lift this sword, but unexpectedly, this sword was—

Completely immovable!

She was stunned, not believing it, and tried hard to pull, but that sword remained firmly in place, not budging an inch!

Qu Zhengfeng noticed this strange scene and frowned as he walked over.

Jian Chou really couldn’t understand: “The sword above was one thing, but this one is chiseled out, yet no matter how I try, it won’t move…”

Just then, a sound of breaking ice came from behind!

Jian Chou turned back to see another Yashan disciple. When he walked to an ice wall, a short sword inside actually broke through the wall and automatically flew into his hand!

Another round of cheering!

This was the sword choosing its master!

Qu Zhengfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at Jian Chou’s hand gripping the sword. After hesitating a moment, he said, “Swords have spirits. This sword seems incompatible with Senior Sister and hasn’t chosen her, so it won’t move. How about trying a different one?”

“…”

Jian Chou didn’t know what she felt in her heart.

She slowly withdrew her hand, stood in place looking at this sword, and said: “…Then let’s try a different one.”

Speaking thus, Jian Chou directly changed direction, thinking perhaps the sword’s grade was too high and it looked down on a small fry like her, who was only at Foundation Establishment. So she continued downward to start chiseling ice again.

The crackling sounds resumed densely.

This time was faster than before—after just a couple of strikes, a completely fire-red long sword appeared before Jian Chou.

Because the surrounding ice had been chiseled away, this sword hung suspended above the ice surface, emitting faint spiritual power fluctuations.

Jian Chou thought: This time should work, right?

She reached out to take the sword.

Take…

Take…

Take…

Couldn’t take it!

Jian Chou was bewildered.

Qu Zhengfeng also felt dumbfounded.

“How could this be?”

He was extremely puzzled.

Generally speaking, as long as one could chisel open the ice surface, even if the sword didn’t rush into someone’s hand, it would allow others to take it—it shouldn’t be impossible to pull out like this!

“Senior Jian Chou, don’t you want this sword?”

A Yashan disciple walked to where Jian Chou had previously chiseled for a sword, easily pulled out the sword she couldn’t extract before, waved it toward Jian Chou, and called out loudly.

Jian Chou stiffly turned her neck to see that speechless scene.

The long sword she’d been unable to pull out was now easily held by a fellow Foundation Establishment disciple!

What was going on?

Did all the swords in this Armory despise her?

She didn’t answer, looking down at this suspended sword that she also couldn’t take away, feeling her heart grow cold.

That Yashan disciple saw Jian Chou pulling another sword and understood—so Senior Uncle looked down on this sword.

He stroked his chin and simply put away this sword, bowing to Jian Chou: “Thank you for Senior Uncle’s gift of the sword.”

Jian Chou didn’t turn back once, stiffly and numbly saying: “Martial nephew needn’t be polite, you’re welcome.”

She exerted force again!

Draw the sword!

…Couldn’t draw it out.

Jian Chou turned to look at Qu Zhengfeng: “Brother Qu, is there something strange about this sword?”

“…I’ve brought many disciples to the Armory, but I’ve never seen such a situation…” Qu Zhengfeng was also extremely puzzled, not knowing what to say. He stepped forward: “Let me try.”

Jian Chou released her grip, stepped aside to let Qu Zhengfeng come forward.

Qu Zhengfeng composed himself, reached toward that sword, gripped the hilt with his five fingers, and without even exerting force, pulled the sword back and held it in his hand.

At this moment, both fell silent.

The situation was too bizarre.

Qu Zhengfeng handed the sword to Jian Chou, thinking that if someone else drew the sword for her, there shouldn’t be a problem.

Jian Chou also wanted to know the result, so she reached out to receive the sword, but the sword suddenly shot out a burst of red light.

“Ah!”

Jian Chou cried out, quickly withdrawing her hand. Her pale fingers immediately turned completely red from being struck by that red light!

Her heart sank.

Jian Chou stood there in a daze, unable to say a word.

Qu Zhengfeng hadn’t expected this either…

He held the sword, and after a long time, wanted to say something, but saw Jian Chou press her lips into an almost stern curve.

Without a word, she turned around, raised the Liwai Mirror, and began smashing. Soon, sword after sword appeared before her.

However, the situation was the same as before.

Not a single sword could be lifted by Jian Chou.

They all seemed to be rejecting something, or fearing something…

Once, twice…

One sword, two swords…

Jian Chou smashed out countless swords but still hadn’t obtained a single one.

Who knows how much time passed—all the Yashan disciples had already found swords to their liking, yet Jian Chou still had nothing.

Everyone noticed this abnormal situation and couldn’t help but look at each other, seeing Jian Chou’s state and feeling somewhat worried.

Time was up.

Jian Chou finally stopped. The sword before her still hadn’t moved an inch.

Footsteps approached—Qu Zhengfeng came to her side, his voice somewhat strained: “Senior Sister…”

Time was up.

Jian Chou blinked: “I know.”

“Perhaps there’s some problem with the Armory. Senior Sister needn’t worry. After we return, we’ll report this matter to Master and the Sect Master to see if it can be resolved. Opening the Armory separately for Senior Sister another day wouldn’t be impossible…”

Originally intending to say comforting words, but Qu Zhengfeng didn’t know the reason Jian Chou wasn’t chosen by swords, making even consoling words seem so pale.

Jian Chou was dazed for a long time, her mind blank at this moment.

This wasn’t what she’d expected.

Not even a single broken sword fancied her.

She couldn’t help but laugh bitterly: “Did I do something to abuse them in my past life?”

This was meant as a joke, but Qu Zhengfeng couldn’t laugh.

Jian Chou turned back to look—the other twenty-plus disciples had already gathered together, each holding a sword. She couldn’t delay everyone’s time any longer and said, “It’s fine, just lacking a handy sword. Maybe after leaving the Armory and going elsewhere, it’ll work? The Liwai Mirror doesn’t despise me.”

She laughed and walked toward the group.

Qu Zhengfeng watched her back with complex emotions, turning back to look at the countless swords that had been smashed out, all standing unmoved in the wind of the ice field and snowy domain.

Taking a step, Qu Zhengfeng was about to go forward to lead everyone out of the Armory and back to Yashan.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew from the horizon!

“Whoosh!”

Too fast—the sound of breaking air!

Qu Zhengfeng looked and saw it was a massive black shadow rapidly heading toward Jian Chou’s direction!

At that moment, he shouted: “Danger!”

The Yashan disciples standing in front of Jian Chou also looked up in alarm, shouting toward her: “Senior Uncle, be careful!”

Jian Chou only felt the wild wind blowing from behind. She formed a hand seal, raising the Liwai Mirror as brilliant golden glass light rose from beneath her feet.

She instantly turned around, and before she could react, saw that massive black shadow crashing down from high above!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Wild wind surged!

Jian Chou opened her eyes wide, completely unable to avoid it!

Whether Qu Zhengfeng or the countless Yashan disciples ahead, none could rescue her in time!

Jian Chou only felt that black shadow’s blade-like sharp aura shooting straight at her face!

The moment it crashed before her, she finally saw clearly!

A mountain-splitting giant axe!

Black axe body carved with ancient symbols, golden flowing light dim and faded, cloud and thunder patterns with sections of damage, a round hole indented on the spine, covered in rust!

At that moment, Jian Chou thought she would be split in half by this “heavenly flying axe”!

“Crack!”

A tremendous sound!

The axe head crashed down heavily, its sharp edge planting straight into the solid ice one foot below Jian Chou’s feet!

“Crack crack crack…”

A series of ice-breaking sounds.

The ice surface beneath Jian Chou’s feet instantly burst with countless cracks!

The power of one axe was so tremendous!

This giant axe was as tall as Jian Chou herself, with a massive axe body three feet long and one and a half feet wide.

Deep red rust marks seemed to have experienced very long periods of wind and rain…

Ancient and weathered with traces of time.

On the massive axe handle spiraled a circle of skull patterns, with countless evil ghost carvings, as if tormented by hellfire, wanting to struggle out from this axe!

Two ancient seal characters were carved on one side of the edge.

Though Jian Chou didn’t recognize these two characters, the moment she saw them, she knew: Ghost Axe.

Qu Zhengfeng stood in place, the azure sword light on his Seagloss long sword drawing inward like a whale drinking water.

After being stunned for quite a while, he suddenly smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand to Jian Chou in a fist.

Jian Chou looked up, and though she couldn’t react for half the day, still instinctively made a fist and bumped Qu Zhengfeng’s once.

She saw Qu Zhengfeng’s strange smile and heard his voice filled with mirth.

“Congratulations, Senior Sister Jian Chou.”

Con-congratulations?

Jian Chou slowly withdrew her hand, looking at this axe before her that was larger than herself, suddenly having an urge to kneel!

What about the promised sword?

The twenty-plus Yashan disciples behind were even more dumbstruck.

Giant axe, delicate and petite Senior Sister Jian Chou!

This, this was really…

Quite violent!

Yashan’s first disciple to use a mountain-splitting giant axe, and a female cultivator at that!

This was truly explosive, explosive!