"Mr. Ye, you...have you really refined the artifact?" Zhuo Yezi still couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real.
Ye Feng smiled slightly and handed the Star Thunder Sword to Zhuo Yezi.
"Thank you for the thunder crystal stone."
Zhuo Yezi carefully took the Star Thunder Sword and looked at it carefully.
On the sword body, starlight and thunder intertwined, exuding a heart-stopping edge.
"It's really the best artifact..."
Zhuo Yezi murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock.
For a moment, Zhuo Yezi slowly handed the Xinglei Sword to Ye Feng, and the arc dancing on the sword seemed to still be on his fingertips:
"The thunder crystal stone is also useful, Mr. Ye, don't be polite."
"The Nine Aperture Ziyang Furnace is damaged, Elder Ziyang will never let it go, you have to be careful."
Ye Feng took the Xing Lei Sword and sighed. He did not expect that Zhuo Yezi was still thinking about him at this time.
"As for the Weapon Refining Sect, what are you going to do?" Ye Feng looked up at Zhuo Yezi with worry on his brows.
"Me?" Zhuo Yezi smiled slightly, with relief in his smile. "It has nothing to do with the Weapon Refining Sect anymore."
"If you offend them, I'm afraid they will cause trouble for you." Ye Feng put the Star Thunder Sword into the storage ring with a serious tone.
"I know."
Zhuo Yezi looked into the distance with firm eyes.
"You can't stay in Qingshi Town for a long time. You can come back to Tianji Sect with me." Ye Feng suggested with a sincere tone. "With your skill in weapon refining, you can at least become an inner disciple."
Zhuo Yezi was slightly startled, and after a moment of silence, she slowly spoke: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for reminding me. But, I'm tired of it. I am tired of the sect disputes and don’t want to be restrained anymore. In this big world, there is always a place for me, Zhuo Yezi.”
Ye Feng looked at Zhuo Yezi, with an indescribable loneliness in her eyes.
"In this case, you should leave Qingshi Town as soon as possible." Ye Feng warned again, his eyes full of concern. "I'm afraid people from the Weapon Refining Sect will be here soon."
"Yes, I will leave as soon as possible." Zhuo Yezi nodded.
Zhu Chen stood aside. He originally wanted to ask Zhuo Yezi to help refine a spiritual sword, but at this moment it was a bit difficult to say.
After all, Zhuo Yezi had just gotten into big trouble.
It seems a bit unreasonable for me to make a request at this time.
He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Zhuo Yezi is leaving, what about his spirit sword? He couldn't be shameless and ask for it at this time, right? That's too... too inhumane.
He was extremely tangled in his heart, as if a cat was scratching his paw, itching uncomfortably.
Zhuo Yezi seemed to see Zhu Chen's embarrassment, she turned and walked into the house.
After a while, she came out holding a spiritual sword.
The blade of the sword glowed with a faint green light, and it looked like it was not ordinary.
"This..." Zhu Chen looked at Zhuo Yezi in surprise.
"This sword is for you." Zhuo Yezi handed the spirit sword to Zhu Chen with a calm tone.
Zhu Chen took the spirit sword and looked at it carefully, and found that it turned out to be a middle-grade spirit sword!
He was immediately overjoyed, this was much better than he expected!
"This...how is this so embarrassing..." Zhu Chen scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
"Take it." Zhuo Yezi smiled faintly. "It's...a little thought."
"Thank you, Miss Zhuo!" Zhu Chen excitedly clasped his fists and saluted, feeling full of gratitude to Zhuo Yezi.
Zhu Chen clenched the spirit sword in his hand excitedly. With this sword, his strength can be increased by at least 10%!
"Miss Zhuo, what a wonderful person!"
Zhu Chen secretly sighed in his heart that Zhuo Yezi was not only superb in weapon refining skills, but also so generous, which was really rare.
Xu Qianqing also cast a grateful look at Zhuo Yezi.
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Are you satisfied with this sword?"
"Satisfied, satisfied..."
Xu Qianqing pulled Zhu Chen's sleeve.
Zhu Chen only looked away from the spirit sword.
"Brother Ye, Miss Zhuo, we are going back to Qingxuanmen, and we will say goodbye." Zhu Chen put away his spiritual sword and clasped his fists at the two of them again.
"See you later." Xu Qianqing also saluted.
Ye Feng and Zhuo Yezi nodded.
Looking at the retreating figures of Zhu Chen and Xu Qianqing, Ye Feng was also ready to leave.
"It's time for me to return to Tianji Sect." Ye Feng turned around and said to Zhuo Yezi.
"Take care." Zhuo Yezi said softly, his voice was very soft, but very sincere.
"Take care, too."
Ye Feng turned around, raised his sword, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the sky.
Zhuo Yezi stood there, looking at the direction Ye Feng left, without moving for a long time.
In her eyes, there were complex expressions, including gratitude, loneliness, and a hint of expectation...
There was one thing she couldn't figure out. How could he refine the artifact in six days?
The sky is getting dark, and the setting sun dyes the sky blood red, like a burning flame.
A figure in white fell into the yard of the weapon refiner shop, and a folding fan in his hand shook gently.
As far as the eye could see, the courtyard was in a mess and empty of people.
He picked up a fragment of the alchemy furnace on the ground and murmured to himself: "It can cause strange phenomena in the world. Who is refining the artifact here?"
...
"Where did this little brat go?"
Ling Xuzi's eyes widened in anger, and his beard trembled.
He had just returned from the alchemy room and found that Ye Feng was missing.
The punishment was to sweep the alchemy room but he left without permission, simply turning a deaf ear to his master's words.
"Master, please calm down, Junior Brother Ye may have something urgent."
Bo Shun'an, wearing a green robe, stood aside and cautiously tried to persuade him.
He knows the master's temper, and he understands Ye Feng's temper even more.
Although Ye Feng behaves a bit eccentrically on weekdays, he is by no means irresponsible.
"Urgent? Why is he in a hurry? I think he is just lazy!"
Ling Xuzi tossed his sleeves and sat on the chair angrily.
"This..." Bai Shun'an didn't know how to answer.
"He was just too playful, and he didn't know where he went to poke trouble again!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.
An inner disciple hurriedly walked in.
"Elder Ling, the sect master has invited you to go to Tianji Hall immediately."
The inner disciples bowed and saluted with respectful expressions.
"Sect Master?"
Ling Xuzi was stunned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
"What do you mean?" Ling Xuzi asked.
"It seems to be related to Ye Feng." The inner disciple replied.
Ling Xuzi felt a thump in his heart, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
This kid, won’t he get into some big trouble this time?
He did not dare to delay, so he stood up quickly and followed the inner disciples towards Tianji Hall.
Ling Xuzi was anxious along the way, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Did Ye Feng have a conflict with someone?
Or, which female disciple did you go to the bath again...?
Above the main hall, the sect leader Lu Yuanqing was sitting on a rosewood chair. His temples were slightly frosted, but his face was still clear and handsome. His moon-white robe further enhanced his immortal demeanor.
The six elders sat on both sides.
Elder Qingxuanzi, a senior alchemist, is wearing a blue alchemy robe, with a rosy complexion and piercing eyes.
Elder Yunhe, the intermediate weapon refiner, has silver hair like a waterfall; Elder Cangyun, the law enforcer, has a face as cold as iron.
Elder He of Xuanjian Pavilion always has a faint smile on his lips.
Elder Sun, the deacon of the inner sect, has a serious face and is unsmiling.
Elder Xuan Shuang of Lingshui Pavilion wears an icy blue dress, has a graceful figure, skin as thick as gel, and picturesque eyebrows. However, her eyes were as cold as ice, and her whole body exuded a faint chill. She was beautiful but hard to get close to.
Behind her stood Su Li, as gentle as water.
Ling Xuzi stood outside the hall, feeling as if a huge stone was weighing on his heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and stepped into the palace.
"Ling Xuzi, you are here." Lu Yuanqing's voice was low and majestic, and his eyes were as bright as fire.
Ling Xuzi quickly bowed and saluted: "Sect master, I don't know why I'm summoned?"
"Huh, you don't know yet?" Lu Yuanqing's voice was filled with anger, "Your precious disciple Ye Feng really makes my Tianji Sect look good!"