Chapter 43

Lin Xuan pushed open the door and found a young girl standing outside.

"Who are you?" Lin Xuan thought for a moment, realizing he didn't recognize her.

"Excuse me, can you repair weapons?" The girl said, blushing, "A senior from the mission hall sent me here. He said only you can fix it."

"Chen Dazheng?" Lin Xuan understood, "More contribution points to earn!"

"Come in!" He said with a smile.

The girl blushed and walked into Lin Xuan's small house, standing there with her hands nervously fidgeting, gripping the hem of her clothes.

"Let me see your weapon." Lin Xuan sat down, looking serious.

The girl handed over the longsword at her waist, watching nervously with her large, black eyes, afraid to miss anything.

Lin Xuan examined it carefully and found that it wasn't an ordinary longsword but a treasure weapon, with inscriptions inside that were now blocked.

"Is it a treasure weapon?" It seems this girl is not an ordinary person.

In the next moment, he seemed to think of something and said in his mind, "Uncle Drunkard, it's time to shine!"

"Xuanzi, what are you up to now?" Uncle Drunkard said bluntly.

"Hehe, don't you know the art of nurturing weapons? Why don't you teach me?" Lin Xuan said.

Uncle Drunkard rolled his eyes: "Aren't you always boasting about being a disciple of the Sword Pool Manor, with high-level weapon nurturing skills? Why are you interested in my techniques now?"

Lin Xuan inwardly cursed. This girl must have a special background to have a treasure weapon. He didn't want to reveal his identity through his weapon nurturing skills, like he did with Elder Fang last time. However, he wouldn't tell Uncle Drunkard this.

"Aren't you the one who claims to be the Sword Absolute? Are you lying?" Lin Xuan pouted.

"Nonsense, boy, how dare you doubt me!" Uncle Drunkard knew what Lin Xuan was up to but said angrily, "I'll show you what true weapon nurturing is!"

Uncle Drunkard's voice was filled with anger, but he was secretly delighted: "Haha, Xuanzi, inherit my legacy and spread the art of inscriptions!"

"Listen up, my inscription technique not only nurtures weapons but can also enhance their quality. Once you learn it, even refining weapons is not impossible!" Uncle Drunkard began to teach his secret skills.

The girl, seeing Lin Xuan's long silence, felt her heart sink. She softly asked, "Senior, can you fix it?"

Lin Xuan seemed not to hear her and continued to look down without a word.

The girl's face fell. She bit her finger, about to gather the courage to take back her sword, when she noticed Lin Xuan moving.

His slender fingers danced, drawing strange runes on the sword and occasionally plucking the blade, making it ring clearly.

Lin Xuan's movements were exceptionally graceful, each gesture carrying an indescribable charm that captivated anyone who watched.

After a long while, Lin Xuan plucked the sword again, completing the repair. The girl was startled awake, her face turning red as she looked at Lin Xuan.

"Fixed." Lin Xuan handed over the sword, "Thirty contribution points."

"Ah?" The girl was taken aback, then understood, but her face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.

"I, I..." The girl nervously rubbed her hands, "I don't have that many contribution points."

"Can I owe you and pay you back when I have enough?" The girl said softly.

Lin Xuan frowned: "Did I guess wrong? Not a rich kid?"

Seeing the girl's expression, which didn't seem fake, Lin Xuan smiled, "I was just joking, free service, no charge!"

"Really?" The girl's rosy face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Senior."

"Don't call me Senior, I'm Lin Xuan. What's your name?"

"Yin Qingyi." The girl said softly.

"Yin Qingyi..." Lin Xuan was slightly stunned, "Are you from the Qingyi Association?"

"No, no, just a coincidence." The girl was clearly startled.

"If your sword has any problems in the future, come to me for free service." Lin Xuan smiled.

Yin Qingyi偷 glanced at Lin Xuan, her face also showing a smile. She thanked him again and left.

Lin Xuan stood outside, smiling as he watched Yin Qingyi's back. Just as he was about to go back, a nearby disciple teased, "Xuan, if you miss her, go after her!"

"Go after my sister! She's here to fix her weapon!" Lin Xuan laughed and scolded.

"Damn! Xuan, you can fix weapons?" The neighbors all poked their heads out. These young men were all independents, not part of any group, but they admired Lin Xuan, so they had become familiar with him over time.

"Xuan, help me check this!" Someone took out their weapon.

Lin Xuan didn't refuse, using this opportunity to familiarize himself with Uncle Drunkard's inscription technique. He found Uncle Drunkard's methods very unique, not the common mainstream techniques, but the results were surprisingly good.

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to have some real skills!" Lin Xuan praised in his mind.

"Xuanzi, call me Master! I'm teaching you my secret techniques!" Uncle Drunkard said angrily.

Lin Xuan: ...

In a few days, most people in the dormitory area knew that in the 25th house of the South District, there was a young man who could nurture weapons. Many disciples came to seek his help.

Three days before the inner gate selection, a group of young men arrived at Lin Xuan's 25th house.

"Damn! They're from the East District!" The nearby disciples whispered.

The East District was different from the South District. The South District was a commoner's area, with each person having a small house, closely packed together, with nothing else. The East District, on the other hand, was where only wealthy and powerful disciples could live.

Independent courtyards with dedicated training rooms, some even had bamboo guards, something these ordinary young men could never imagine.

This group of young men escorted a girl to Lin Xuan's house, looking arrogant.

"Lin, come out quickly!" One of the young men shouted.

After a few calls, they found no movement in the house. The young man snorted and pushed the door open.

The room was empty, with no one inside.

"Are you looking for Xuan?" Lin Xuan's neighbor, Ding Xiaopang, said, "Wait a bit, he should be back by noon."

"What? Make us wait?" They said disdainfully, "Boy, are you close to this Lin? Go find him, we don't have time to waste!"

"Xuan left early this morning, I don't know where he went." Ding Xiaopang said softly.

"Go to hell, if I tell you to go, you go! Why so much talk!" The young man slapped Ding Xiaopang's face.

Ding Xiaopang was thrown back, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

"Why are you hitting people?" The nearby young men couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, thinking of rebelling?" The group of young men said disdainfully, "We're giving you face by coming to the South District. This Lin actually dares to make us wait, he's asking for it!"

"Why are you hitting people? Why are you talking about Xuan!" The young men were indignant. They were all in their prime, and couldn't tolerate such treatment.

"What, not convinced?" The young man laughed, "Attack! Beat them until they submit!"

Immediately, four or five young men from the East District pounced...

Lin Xuan had gone to Elder Fang's place to repair some weapons, earning a lot of contribution points. He hummed a tune as he returned to the South District, but noticed something was off.

Usually at this time, these people would come out to discuss martial arts with him. Why was no one here today?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a shout, "Xuan is back!"