77 The Sword Spirit Autumn Beam (1/2)

The Spirit Sword Fifth Elder had never received this kind of treatment—being embraced on the thigh and being called boss—for many years. Usually, it has always been her who did this to someone else, and every time, she would be abandoned like a worn out pair of shoes.

The innumerable magical treasures, elixirs, and so on that she seized from Daoist Master Zhifeng… was indeed still in her possession. In fact, although Daoist Master Zhifeng wasn’t really that wealthy, his possession as a Yuanying Stage from a top sect in the Nine Regions could not be underestimated. However, it wasn’t that easy to sold all of them in such a short period of time like this.

Finally...

“Fine, since you’re so poor that you even lower yourself to beg me, I’ll support you. Alas, who told you to have a below average intelligence, dull perception and not good looking?”

While doing her utmost to ridicule him, the Fifth Elder took out a tiny sword from her mustard seed bag and threw it to her disciple.

“What is this?” Wang Lu tried to twist the toothpick-sized sword with his fingers.

The Master loudly sneered. “In just two months, you already forgot about this? Tsk, sparring with that pretty swordswoman for a long time has shrunk your brain, Little Wang Lu.”

Wang Lu took a careful look and, sure enough, he somewhat recognized that sword; a little while later, he exclaimed, “Damn! This, this is the little Sword of Mount Kun!?”

“If it’s not the Sword of Mount Kun, do you think it’s a toothpick?” His Master shook her head and then carefully explained, “This stuff has nothing of value to me, but you happen to have no mainstay weapon. With this, you can discard that Purple Soft Sword—mortal world’s weapon is already of no use to you—your strength has gone far above that you can’t effectively unleash your strength using them. However, regardless of what, this Sword of Mount Kun is an eighth rank spiritual treasure; based on your low cultivation level, not to mention the Emperor Sword, you’re not even worthy to pick this spiritual sword. Moreover, this time, there’s no Sect Leader’s Golden Seal that can make you unleash her full spiritual treasure power through sheer force. Thus, I’ll help you by creating seals for her. In total, there are nine seals; each subsequent seal would naturally be unlocked once you reach the required cultivation level. With your current cultivation level, you still can’t open the first layer of the seal. Even so, there’s no harm to you in using her; after all, spiritual treasure is spiritual treasure. The material is far from any usual magical treasure can compare, at least you won’t need to worry that playing with her would spoil her… In addition to that, there’s an important matter that you must pay attention to.”

The Master reached out her hand and recalled the Sword of Mount Kun; she softly stretched out her finger and plucked it. Afterwards, a sharp sound echoed out.

“The Sword Spirit of the Sword of Mount Kun is still there.”

Wang Lu frowned. “Which means…?”

“It means you’ve officially become the master of this sword. You must make a choice: do you want to keep this Sword Spirit or not?”

“Is there any difference?”

His Master laughed. “Of course there is. This Sword of Mount Kun wasn’t refined by Daoist Master Zhifeng himself, but by the Master Refiner in the Shengjing Sect around one thousand and two hundred years ago. Do you know what that means?”

Wang Lu thought for a moment. “This sword was designed by a waste with old-fashioned ideas?”

Buzz!

That toothpick-sized sword suddenly shook, seemingly expressing its strong indignation. His Master reached out to suppress that spiritual treasure’s vibration and was extremely shocked. “I thought you’re supposed to be the Spirit Sword’s top student, have you ever taken the basic course for refining?”

Wang Lu righteously exclaimed, “How could a poor place like this Non-Phase Peak be able to support me to study this refining tool class?”

“... Very well. Simply put, in the Immortal Cultivation World, there is an unwritten rule. The greater the age of the spiritual treasure, the higher the value. For example, this Sword of Mount Kun is a millennium old spiritual treasure; although it’s only an eighth rank spiritual treasure, its real value is far higher than a younger similar rank spiritual treasure. That idiot Zhifeng’s cultivation is not enough, and his heart’s dao is shallow, thus, he was barely able to display the power of the seventh rank. It should actually be far more than that; do you know why?”

Knowing that he has never taken a refining course, Wang Lu honestly answered, “I don’t know.”

“Hm, actually, the key point here is the Sword Spirit. The more ancient the Sword Spirit is, the more abundant its experience will be. And this thing called experience is, many times, priceless. A Sword Spirit that has gone through a lot of experience can be far more helpful to its master than a newly created Sword Spirit, em, in simple terms…”

Wang Lu laughed. “I understand, it’s like taking a grandfather with you.”

“Yes, that’s so true. A Sword Spirit could display all sorts of wondrous use beyond just fighting… If the owners of a spiritual treasure always bring the spiritual treasure with him or her, then surely, all the things that happened to the owner would be remembered by the Sword Spirit; the longer this happen, the more knowledge it could gather. So, if you encounter problems, you can consult the Sword Spirit and useit as your semi-teacher; isn’t that convenient?”

After that, Wang Wu changed the thread of the conversation. “But on the other hand, this advantage has its shortcoming. The more powerful the Sword Spirit is, the higher its level of independence is. Especially this Sword of Mount Kun, which has existed for more than a thousand years; a common Jindan cultivator may not necessarily be able to suppress it… not to mention you, a ‘baby’ cultivator. Even though I have put nine layers of seal on it, which would be of no danger to you in theory, but the true extent of what a one thousand and two hundred years old Sword Spirit can do is anyone’s guess.”

“Therefore, I give you an opportunity to choose; do you want this Sword Spirit to stay or not? If you choose not, then I will request my Senior Brother to wash away this Sword Spirit’s one thousand and two hundred years of memory and she will obediently recognize you as her master. Although she could no longer display various amazing things from her one thousand and two hundred years of memory, but at least, whatever happens, she would remain stable and dependable, if you left her intact…”

Wang Lu bluntly interrupted her, “Of course I want her to stay, is there a need to be hesitant about this?”

His Master smiled. “You’re quite decisive.”

“Humph, if even that retard Zhifeng left her intact, why would I need to bother to destroy this fool of treasure? So what if she’s one thousand and two hundred years old? She’s just a mere Sword Spirit; if I teach her how to behave, won’t she behave?”

Buzz! The Sword of Mount Kun violently trembled; obviously its anger has gone through the roof.

His Master thought for a moment. “To be honest, after that several words of yours, I think you might as well wash away her memory…”

——

Wang Lu eventually did not wash away the Sword of Mount Kun’s Sword Spirit, Autumn Beam’s, memory.

He had an extraordinary confidence in training the Sword Spirit. In his words, if he could even excel in solving the great challenge in the Peach Blossom Village, what’s a mere eight rank Sword Spirit?

However, when Wang Lu and Sword Spirit Autumn Beam met for the first time, things didn’t go well.

With the help of his Master, Wang Lu activated his Internal Inspection Method and extended out his Primordial Spirit’s perception from his Inner Mansion until it touched the nine embroidered seals of the toothpick-sized Sword of Mount Kun.

The interior of this eighth rank spiritual treasure was really extraordinary. A layer of luxuriant cloud covered the greater part of the field of view. Nevertheless, the line of sight reached the undulating mountain range, and in the middle of it, an apricot color dressed girl was quietly waiting for Wang Lu.