Chapter 42

Yang Zhen stood by the lotus, guarding it until the sun rose in the east, and the lotus bloomed with the first rays of the morning sun.

As the lotus bloomed, a refreshing and subtle fragrance, like that of orchids in a secluded valley, spread throughout the small courtyard. The mysterious lotus was gradually emitting a stronger light, and the blinding brightness seemed to hint at something.

At the moment the lotus bloomed, Yang Zhen was so excited that his whole body trembled. From today on, nothing would constrain him anymore, and he could live according to his own will.

Yang Zhen was about to go back to his room to pack his things and leave Mount Fangcun, but he suddenly noticed that the light from the lotus seemed even stronger than before, covering the small courtyard with a layer of green light. As time passed, Yang Zhen found that the light from the lotus was becoming increasingly intense, almost overshadowing the sun's light.

By evening, the petals of the lotus began to fall one by one, and the pink light grew weaker, while the green light became even stronger. Because the sunlight was dimmer in the evening, the light emitted by the lotus had become somewhat blinding.

Although Yang Zhen did not understand what was happening, he vaguely felt that the lotus was undergoing a significant change. However, he was not sure whether this change was good or bad. But Yang Zhen believed that Patriarch Subhuti would never harm him.

As night fell and it was almost midnight, the lotus finally withered completely, leaving only a straight stem, which still emitted a glow.

For a whole day, Yang Zhen had been watching the changes in the lotus. Only at this moment did he understand the purpose of Patriarch Subhuti giving him the lotus.

"Ah, I see." A flash of light appeared in Yang Zhen's eyes, and a hint of a mysterious smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. It turned out that Patriarch Subhuti had given him the lotus not just to keep him from participating in the "Rampage in Heaven" farce, but also to bestow upon him a suitable weapon.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen used his magical power to uproot the lotus, took its stem, and refined it with the Three Pure Fires.

Having learned the art of refining artifacts from Patriarch Subhuti for over two hundred years, Yang Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground and wrapped the lotus stem with the Three Pure Fires. The stem emitted a green light to resist the Three Pure Fires, and the two forces were at a stalemate.

Observing the lotus stem up close, Yang Zhen had a very peculiar feeling, as if it were a dream, indescribable.

At this moment, Yang Zhen realized that the lotus given to him by Patriarch Subhuti was truly extraordinary. "Patriarch Subhuti must have cultivated it for a long time, and only bestowed it upon me when it was about to bloom," Yang Zhen thought.

In the night sky, a green plant stem over a meter long was continuously rotating, emitting a gentle green light, resisting the burning of the Three Pure Fires. The green stem was covered in flowing light, with layers of green light waves surrounding it, looking mysterious and beautiful.

Looking at the resilient lotus stem, Yang Zhen's face showed no joy.

It had been too long, far too long. Yang Zhen had been refining the lotus stem with the Three Pure Fires for eighty-one days, but he still could not break through the green light's resistance. Moreover, the green light was no weaker than it was eighty-one days ago, clearly indicating that the Three Pure Fires were ineffective against it.

"Does it not need to be refined?" Yang Zhen suddenly thought.

In the entire Three Realms, although most magical artifacts and weapons are made by humans, there are also some special artifacts that are naturally formed. These artifacts do not need to be engraved with restrictions and are naturally formed, known as innate spiritual treasures, which are extremely powerful.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen stopped the Three Pure Fires to see what the lotus stem would become without external force.

Without the Three Pure Fires, the light emitted by the lotus stem grew stronger, and a faint sacred aura could be felt.

As the lotus stem rotated faster and faster, the green light suddenly intensified, almost blinding Yang Zhen.

As time passed, the light from the lotus stem gradually dimmed. When all the light disappeared, a green long sword appeared before Yang Zhen, floating in the air. The sword was 3 feet 8 inches long, extremely thin, and pale green, emitting a faint cold light. The hilt was adorned with a mysterious green pattern, looking incredibly majestic. The blade was incredibly sharp, truly like the edge of autumn frost.

Grasping the hilt, Yang Zhen casually performed a few sword techniques, feeling that it was perfectly suited to his hand.

The sword was not heavy. Yang Zhen weighed it and felt that it was only about 1,000 pounds, unlike the 13,500-pound Ruyi Jingu Bang. Swords are light weapons that rely on flexible and versatile sword techniques to win, not on strength.

Yang Zhen could feel that the sword contained immense power, far surpassing the old, broken long sword he had used before. It was like comparing a donkey to a unicorn, or a crow to a phoenix; the power was on a completely different level.

"From now on, I will call you Qingping Sword," Yang Zhen said to the green long sword in his hand.

"… Not good," Yang Zhen suddenly frowned, thinking, "It seems that the weapon of the Supreme Patriarch Tongtian is called Qingping Sword. To avoid offending the sages, I will call you Qingming Sword."

With a chuckle, Yang Zhen said, "Qingping Sword doesn't sound very impressive. I'll call you Qingming Sword."

"Buzz!"

The Qingming Sword trembled, seemingly acknowledging the name "Qingming Sword."

With a light whistle, Yang Zhen tightly gripped the Qingming Sword and began to wield it under the moonlight. In the dark night sky, the green sword light flickered continuously, and the sharp sword qi spread in all directions, truly embodying the saying, "The sword qi spans three thousand miles, and the sword light chills nineteen continents."

After a moment, Yang Zhen sheathed the sword, gently stroking the blade, and said, "From now on, you will accompany me as I traverse the Three Realms."

Having obtained a suitable weapon, Yang Zhen opened the mall system and bought 255 enhancement stones and hundreds of lucky charms, spending all his savings in one go.

Enhancement Stone: Can enhance equipment, 10 gold coins each.

Lucky Charm: Increases the chance of enhancing equipment, 5 gold coins each.

Picking up an enhancement stone, Yang Zhen struck the sword.

"Would you like to enhance the Qingming Sword to +1? Success rate 100%"

Seeing this prompt, Yang Zhen immediately confirmed it. After the first enhancement succeeded, Yang Zhen took out two more enhancement stones and two lucky charms, enhancing the Qingming Sword to level 2 with a 100% success rate.

When all the enhancement stones were used up, the Qingming Sword reached the level of +8. Its originally ordinary appearance now glowed with a strong green light, and holding it felt like holding a pillar of light, extremely splendid and dazzling. In the green light, a red light flickered, looking somewhat eerie.

"Whoosh!"

"The feeling of +8 is amazing!"

(There were readers who said the protagonist's weapon was not good enough. This time, I gave the protagonist a powerful weapon. I wonder if it meets your satisfaction? I have been traveling these past two days and only updated when I reached the hotel. I will resume two updates per day tomorrow. Although the updates are slow, I hope for your support. I will definitely not abandon the story, or I will never have a 'climax' in my life.)

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