After leaving the Jiuqing Pavilion, Ye Chen followed the directions and arrived at the Spirit Artifact Pavilion.
The one guarding the Spirit Treasure Pavilion was a bloated Elder.
His eyes were so small that he almost had to pull them open with his hands to see.
His body was covered in wobbling fat, and he was bare-chested, looking like a Maitreya Buddha.
This person was the Head of the Spirit Artifact Pavilion, Zhou Dafu.
“Greetings, Elder.” Seeing Zhou Dafu lying leisurely on a reclining chair, Ye Chen stepped forward and gave a respectful bow.
“Little Child, how come I’ve never seen you before?” Glancing at Ye Chen, Zhou Dafu sat up.
His small eyes were sharp as he sized Ye Chen up from head to toe.
“I am a new Intern Disciple.” Ye Chen handed over his jade token.
“Elder Qingyi sent me here to choose a Spiritual Artifact.”
Zhou Dafu took the jade token, turned it over a few times to inspect it, then tossed it back to Ye Chen.
He lay back down lazily, waved his hand, and said, “Go in and choose for yourself!
Intern Disciples can only choose from the first floor.
Don’t go sneaking up to the second floor.”
Er!
Ye Chen put away the jade token and walked deep into the Spirit Artifact Pavilion.
The first floor of the Spirit Artifact Pavilion was large enough, spanning several thousand feet.
Various weapons were displayed, truly encompassing all eighteen types of weapons.
Each Spiritual Artifact glowed, like flowers competing for beauty.
“As expected, they’re all low-grade.” Sweeping his gaze across most of them, Ye Chen was slightly disappointed.
As an Intern Disciple, he could only choose a Spiritual Artifact from the first floor.
Thinking to himself, Ye Chen picked up a Ghost-head Broadsword and then shook his head.
“Too light.”
He put down the broadsword and picked up a spirit sword.
Although the sword was sharp, Ye Chen still put it back in its original place.
Picking and choosing along the way, Ye Chen was like someone buying vegetables.
Although there were many Spiritual Artifacts here, after circling most of the place, he hadn’t found a single one he liked.
If it were in the past, he would have directly ignored these Spiritual Artifacts, but things were different now, and he could only search through this pile of low-grade items.
He was about to finish his round, and Ye Chen still had nothing to show for it.
But just then, the True Fire in his dantian sea trembled, and a hair-thin strand of flame split off and flew out.
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed it until he reached a stone platform.
On the platform lay a black iron sword.
Perhaps because it hadn’t been moved for a long time, it was covered in dust.
That strand of True Fire was wrapped around this iron sword.
Surprised in his heart,
Ye Chen had already grasped the hilt of the iron sword.
He wanted to take a closer look at a Spiritual Artifact that the True Fire had taken an interest in.
But Ye Chen seemed to have underestimated the weight of this iron sword; he actually failed to lift it in one go.
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“At least two hundred catties.” Ye Chen estimated the weight of the iron sword in his heart.
No wonder it lay here all alone; two hundred catties was no joke.
Ordinary Disciples couldn’t lift it, and even if they could, they would have to use their full True Qi.
If one took this to fight someone, they’d likely tire themselves to death before the opponent could kill them.
However, precisely because of this, he became even more interested in this iron sword.
Circulating his True Qi slightly, he picked up the iron sword and gently blew off the dust.
Immediately, Ye Chen felt an aura of the passage of time, and saw two ancient characters on the hilt: heavenly fortress.
“heavenly fortress,” Ye Chen murmured, carefully examining the iron sword.
The iron sword was unsharpened and much wider than an ordinary spirit sword.
Its material was indistinguishable; he only knew it was incredibly heavy.
Many runes that Ye Chen couldn’t understand were carved on the blade, and they were very ancient.
“What a strange sword,” Ye Chen muttered to himself.
He thought that this unsharpened iron sword, with such weight, would definitely not work for slashing people, but it would be a good choice for smashing them.
“You’re the one.” Ye Chen shouldered the iron sword and walked outside.
Eh?
From not far away came Zhou Dafu’s soft cry of surprise.
“Little Fellow, with your small frame, why did you have to choose this iron sword of all things?”
Clang!
Ye Chen walked over and set the iron sword down with a clang.
The sword was so heavy that half of its blade sank into the ground.
“Elder, what is the origin of this sword?” Ye Chen pointed at the tianque sword and asked.
“It’s not just normally heavy!”
“Well!” Zhou Dafu stroked his small mustache and pondered for a moment before saying, “It was already here when I took over this Spirit Artifact Pavilion.
It’s been here for at least a hundred years.
As for its origin, I don’t know.”
“I see!”
“I suggest you change to another Spiritual Artifact.
This iron sword is unusually heavy.
Pick something light and nimble!”
“No need, this is the one.” Ye Chen smiled and gently stroked the iron sword.
The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
“Stubborn Little Fellow, take it away then!”
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“Thank you, Elder.” Ye Chen gave another respectful bow and then carried the heavenly fortress out of the Spirit Artifact Pavilion.
Just as he stepped out, he was met with surprised looks.
Disciples passing by in groups of two or three glanced at Ye Chen and then at the tianque sword he was carrying, and they couldn’t help but point and whisper.
“Who is this kid?
I’ve never seen him.
Is he a new Intern Disciple?”
“That sword he’s carrying…
it should be the heavenly fortress, right?”
“Seems like it.
He’s quite strong!
But his cultivation is a bit weak, and his head might not be quite right.”
Ye Chen ignored their discussions.
He had a feeling that this tianque sword was not simple.
Compared to those low-grade Spiritual Artifacts, he was more willing to choose this tianque sword.
Carrying it on his back every day would also help with his cultivation.
“Eh?
People from the Zhengyang Sect.” Someone let out a soft cry of surprise, and everyone around looked toward the sky.
There, another huge Flying Sword streaked across.
Standing on it were three people: a middle-aged beautiful woman, a stunning beauty, and a handsome young man.
“What are the people from the Zhengyang Sect doing here at our Hengyue Sect?” someone asked in confusion.
“You wouldn’t know this, but in three months, it will be the Three Sects Grand Competition between the Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect, and our Hengyue Sect.
The Zhengyang Sect’s arrival is likely to discuss matters regarding the competition.”
“That female Disciple is so beautiful, like a fairy.”
Ye Chen didn’t hear a word of the surrounding discussions.
His gaze was fixed on the sky, or more accurately, on the stunning beauty on the Flying Sword.
Her clothes fluttered in the wind, untainted by a speck of dust, like a banished immortal from the mortal world, holy and flawless.
Wasn’t she exactly Ji Ningshuang of the Zhengyang Sect?
“I didn’t expect to meet again so soon,” Ye Chen murmured.
In his dark, deep eyes, there was both complexity and coldness.
“One day, I will fight my way back.”
Perhaps sensing someone looking at her, Ji Ningshuang on the Flying Sword couldn’t help but look back down.
But at that moment, Ye Chen had already disappeared into the crowd.
“Such a familiar feeling,” Ji Ningshuang whispered.
“What’s wrong, Junior Sister?”
“It’s nothing.”