If worn by someone else, it would probably look extremely vulgar. Su Zhuyi looked at herself in the water mirror and helplessly curled her lip.
This golden glittering outfit was refined by that guy surnamed Fan.
There was an artifact refining master in the cultivation world named Fan Jinxin, who claimed he lacked gold in his five elements and took such a name. Later he specifically learned artifact refining just to deal with metals. His artifact refining talent was also extremely high—by seven or eight hundred years old, he had already become an artifact refining master capable of refining spirit treasures. But the magical treasures he refined had one fatal flaw.
That was ugliness.
In her previous life, after Su Zhuyi became famous, what she looked down on most were magical treasures refined by Fan Jinxin. Once, a self-proclaimed romantic man took a spirit treasure he refined to win her favor, wanting a night of romance with her. She directly killed that person. Later, because of this incident, she offended Fan Jinxin. Among those who besieged her back then was that guy surnamed Fan.
She never expected that in this life, she would wear golden armor refined by her enemy…
After changing clothes, Su Zhuyi tried contacting the broken sword—no response. She simply infused her spiritual consciousness into the Songfeng Sword and asked: “Hey, that broken sword is quite close to you. What’s its background?”
The Songfeng Sword also didn’t respond.
Just when Su Zhuyi thought it wouldn’t answer either, the Songfeng Sword spoke.
“Once upon a time, someone buried a sword.”
“Later, there was the Sword Tomb.”
“I don’t know what it’s called.”
“I only know it’s the first sword in the Sword Tomb.”
Su Zhuyi: “…”
She hadn’t expected the broken sword to have such a significant background. When it left, Su Zhuyi seemed to hear ten thousand swords crying out—could they have been saying, “Ah, the ancestor has been taken away?”
“After flying swords enter the Sword Tomb, they gradually forget memories, forget former masters, and wholeheartedly wait for new masters,” the Songfeng Sword said softly. “This is the meaning of the Sword Tomb’s existence.”
“But if we wait too long, we’ll even forget our names.”
“So it has no name.”
The Songfeng Sword’s voice was very gentle, but its words made Su Zhuyi pause slightly. Just then, she heard Wu’er say: “Oh, you don’t have a name? How about I call you Little Azure? I’ll take you to play with Xiaoxiao from now on.”
With a “smack,” a streak of azure light struck Little Skull’s head, making him hold his head with both hands, tears in his eyes, grievously standing beside Su Zhuyi and tugging at her sleeve.
The spirit boat flew in the sky. It was now evening, and looking out through the window, the sky was full of sunset clouds, making even the tables and chairs on the spirit boat glow red.
In the distance, azure Sword Mountain was veiled in rosy light, losing some of its sharpness and gaining some tenderness.
Su Zhuyi glanced at distant Sword Mountain and somewhat hesitantly probed: “How about I call you Qingxia?”
After speaking, her heart jumped, feeling a chill rise from the soles of her feet. So Su Zhuyi also quickly covered her head with both hands…
Maintaining the same posture as Little Skull. Only those who had been struck on the head by the broken sword knew exactly how much it hurt.
Broken sword: “Hmph!”