Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 273 Intermediate Spirit Sword
The fire in the underground cave flickered and people's shadows were everywhere. As time passed, the sword refining gradually reached the most critical moment.

Fairy Xian Yue frowned, held her breath, and tapped her ten fingers one after another. Lines of red magic power hit the sword that was just beginning to show its edge, and bursts of clear sounds rang out.

After an unknown amount of time, Fairy Xianyue suddenly stabilized the momentum in her hand, opened her mouth slightly, and shouted urgently, "Fellow Daoist Chen, quickly cleanse it with your blood and essence!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Mu, who had been waiting nearby, opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence and blood that flew rapidly towards the three-foot green sword. Then it suddenly separated and turned into a scabbard that wrapped around the sword.

A faint blood color seeped into the flying sword bit by bit under the burning of the earth fire.

At the same time, Chen Mu's heart suddenly changed, as if he had an inexplicable connection with the flying sword in the stone pillar.

Before he could be happy, he saw that the Fairy Xian Yue's hands suddenly accelerated, and characters and patterns of different colors emerged one after another and poured into the flying sword.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard quietly in the cave, accompanied by a water-blue light that swept across the entire cave.

"call……"

The power of the underground fire receded in the blink of an eye, and Chen Mu immediately saw a three-foot-long sword with clear water color trembling constantly.

Different from the previous Zhaokong Sword and ordinary flying swords, its sword body is slender and the hilt is installed. Obviously, it can not only be used as a flying sword, but can also be held in hand to kill the enemy!

This was Chen Mu's own request, for the purpose of using the Water-Stopping Rain Curtain Assault Technique...

"call out!"

A clear sound was heard, and the long sword with clear water color circled around, as if it had a spirit, and went straight through the cave corridor, and then soared into the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Xian Yue!"

Chen Mu was shocked and quickly followed him out, then looked at Fairy Xian Yue who also walked out.

Fairy Xian Yue's eyes showed joy, and her expression was quite surprised.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. This is the sword spirit itself... I didn't expect that this time the sword would actually reach the peak of the intermediate level, just a hair's breadth away from entering the upper level!"

"I don't know why. I clearly didn't take any other steps." Fairy Xianyue murmured to herself, her beautiful face flushed, which was quite imaginative for a moment.

It’s a pity that Chen Mu didn’t notice it at all. At this moment, he was concentrating on looking at the water-colored long sword flying freely in the air, and the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger.

A moment later, the air suddenly became windy and cloudy, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred feet radius slowly gathered together, turning into a waterfall of spiritual energy, rushing towards the long sword to cleanse it.

Such an astonishing scene immediately attracted the attention of many disciples who were asking about swords, and they all rushed over with their swords.

"The sword light is clear and bright, the sword sound is clear and pleasant, another mid-level spiritual sword has been born!"

"It was indeed forged by Senior Uncle Xian Yue. He is indeed worthy of being the number one swordsmith in our sect..."

"Who is the man in white robe next to Uncle Xian Yue? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"He shouldn't be from our sect, but he's handsome and has an extraordinary temperament..."

……

People gathered in groups of three or five, communicating in low voices.

Chen Mu remained calm and ignored them, instead looking forward.

Not long after, several extremely dazzling sword lights appeared and slowly landed in front of everyone.

But it was a foundation-building sword cultivator that Xiao Jingyuan and the two Chen Mu had never seen before.

A man was wearing a black robe with a white jade dragon-shaped belt tied around his waist. He looked handsome and exuded a sharp edge.

The other man was much older, with white hair and beard, and fierce eyes. He had a long sword tied behind his back, which was similar in size to the water-colored long sword that had just been refined.

Swordsmen like him are also a type of sword cultivator, pursuing the realm of never leaving their swords and constantly nurturing their spirits...

"Disciple greets Uncle Nong, Uncle Xiao, and Uncle Lin!" When the disciples of Wenjian saw the three of them, they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Yeah." Xiao Jingyuan waved his hand in a very good mood, and immediately led the other two people forward to introduce them.

"Senior Brother Nong, Junior Brother Lin, this is our fellow Daoist from Shuiyunjian, Fellow Daoist Chen Mu!"

Both of them bowed when they heard this. The sword cultivator named Nong was serious and stiff, but the sword cultivator named Lin was smiling brightly, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, this is Senior Brother Nong Jiang, the Master of the Seven Absolute Swords of my sect!" Xiao Jingyuan continued to move. After introducing Nong Jiang, he pointed to the handsome young man and said, "This is my junior fellow sect member, Lin Yuanqing."

Chen Mu nodded, smiled and saluted, saying, "Greetings, fellow Taoists."

Nong Jiang nodded slightly, then looked at Fairy Xianyue beside him, his expression much more relaxed: "Junior Sister Xianyue, this sword..."

Fairy Xianyue seemed to know Nong Jiang very well, so before he could finish his words, she said in a gentle voice, "Senior Brother Nong, this sword was forged at the request of Fellow Daoist Chen."

After these words were spoken, Nong Jiang's face became a little gloomy and his brows were furrowed.

Seeing this, Chen Mu felt something was wrong.

Xiao Jingyuan, on the other hand, laughed heartily and was the first to congratulate, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Chen, on obtaining a handy spiritual sword... Fellow Daoist Chen, why not celebrate with me for a drink later?"

"I couldn't ask for more." Chen Mu responded politely.

Lin Yuanqing also joined in the fun and said, "Why don't you go to my place? I have a pot of authentic monkey wine!"

"Junior Brother Lin, I've been coveting your pot of monkey wine for a long time. So, it's settled..."

"Hmph!" Before Xiao Jingyuan could finish his words, Nong Jiang snorted coldly and said slowly, "He's only a hair away from being a top-grade rank. How can this be spread out!"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew what he was talking about.

In an instant, the expressions of Fairy Xianyue and Xiao Jingyuan changed and became increasingly ugly, while the handsome swordsman Lin Yuanqing lowered his eyes and brows, looking as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes and pondered quietly in his heart.

"Brother Nong, I promised Fellow Daoist Chen that I would forge this sword for him. Furthermore, the main material was also provided by Fellow Daoist Chen. Could it be that Brother Nong is trying to put me in an unjust position?"

Fairy Xian Yue pursed her red lips tightly and spoke suddenly in a cold voice.

Nong Jiang's expression softened, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Junior Sister Xianyue, how could I do this? However, such a spiritual sword cannot leave my Sword Pavilion. Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy Fellow Daoist Chen..."

Although his tone slowed down, it could be seen from his meaning that he still did not intend to let Chen Mu take the magic sword away.

"If Senior Brother Nong insists on doing this, then Junior Sister will ask the Sect Master to make the final decision!"

Fairy Xian Yue's foundation-building aura exploded, blowing up the strands of hair scattered on her forehead. Judging from her momentum, she was not afraid of the Seven Absolute Sword Master, whose cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation-building!
Nong Jiang turned his gaze away, ignoring him. He changed his tone and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, since this sword has reached such a high grade, its main material must be no less than a second-grade top-grade one... How about this? I'll give you a second-grade top-grade purple dragon bamboo as a reward, and also give you a low-grade spiritual sword. I think you'll be satisfied with this!"

This compensation may seem sincere at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, it cannot be compared with the original.

A mid-level spirit sword is something you can only come across by chance, it's all a matter of luck.

Even if Fairy Xian Yue were given another chance now, it would be difficult for her to refine a spiritual sword of such a high grade.

"Fellow Daoist Chen?" Nong Jiang raised his eyebrows and urged in a cold voice.

In a flash, Chen Mu chuckled, and the tense atmosphere here quietly eased.

Just when everyone had different expressions, with sneers, reluctance and disappointment showing frequently, Chen Mu suddenly stretched out his hand and summoned.

"Qiang!"

With a clear sound, the three-foot-long sword, as clear as water, suddenly flew into the sky and flew into Chen Mu's hands...

(End of this chapter)