Peach Wood Sword

Obviously, Lin Xiao didn't have the guts for that just yet.

However, he had a little idea in mind. He planned to take his father's beloved farming tools and reforge them, to see if he could synthesize a powerful set of farming tools.

When that time came, his father surely wouldn't be able to beat him up, right?

He was getting ahead of himself; the most pressing matter right now was weapons.

Lin Xiao opened the Item Synthesizer.

He placed a peach tree branch and a spiritual stone inside.

In just a few breaths, the system's prompt rang out: [Synthesis successful. The item has been issued to the private vault. Host, please check it.]

Lin Xiao opened it to take a look and, as expected, what he obtained was a peach wood sword.

Even though it was a wooden sword, he was very satisfied and quickly used the appraisal function on it.

[Peach Wood Sword. Full name: Ten Thousand Realms Unified Peach Wood Sword. Its appearance is entirely unremarkable, looking like nothing more than an ordinary wooden sword. However, it actually possesses powerful evil-warding properties and is highly effective against demons and ghosts. It is a Heaven-tier high-grade magical artifact. If used properly, its power is no less than that of a standard magical treasure.]

Good heavens!

As expected, nothing produced by the system was of poor quality.

Even a random weapon turned out to be Heaven-tier high-grade!

Although it was still a magical artifact and not a magical treasure, it was already at the absolute pinnacle of magical artifacts!

Lin Xiao held it in his hand. From the outside, it looked like a very ordinary peach wood sword. No matter how carefully he examined it, if it weren't for the incredibly strong sense of spiritual energy transmitting to his palm, he would never be able to tell from its appearance that it was actually a Heaven-tier high-grade magical artifact.

Following the same method, he used the remaining two branches to synthesize two more peach wood swords.

Then, he got up and took one of the peach wood swords to find Liao Pantu.

Liao Pantu, who was being visited for the second time late at night, was currently carefully studying the Taoyuan Ten Thousand Voids Art.

Hearing the knock on the door, he hurriedly stored the cultivation method manual into his soul body and continued brewing the slightly cooling tea on the table.

Only then did he call out to the door, "Come in."

Seeing Lin Xiao enter the room, he secretly curled his lips, coughed dryly, and asked him:

"I say, little Sect Master, what's with you constantly running into this old man's room late at night?"

Lin Xiao walked up to the table, raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and asked:

"Senior, what do you think of my sword?"

Senior Liao cast a slight glance at the peach wood sword and said in a rather disdainful tone:

"Why are you showing me a wooden sword that little kids use for playing house?"

Seeing that he couldn't tell the grade of this peach wood sword at a glance, Lin Xiao couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"Senior, can't you see the grade of this magical artifact?"

"Oh, so it's a magical artifact?" Liao Pantu said in a flat tone. "I'm not a grandmaster artifact refiner. This magical artifact must have the ability to conceal its own energy fluctuations. It's perfectly normal that I can't see through it."

The implication was: don't make a fuss as if my eyesight is poor.

He immediately followed up by saying:

"Generally speaking, unless the material used to refine the magical artifact itself is a flawless material with exceptionally good concealment effects, obtaining such a magical artifact usually requires an artifact refiner to spend a great deal of effort drawing concealment runes."

Saying this, he shook his head again and added,

"However, no matter which case it is, using it on a mere magical artifact is too much of a waste. If one had flawless materials or an artifact refiner capable of drawing concealment runes, wouldn't it be much better to directly refine a magical treasure..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiao shoved the peach wood sword into his hands and asked:

"How do you see this sword now?"

Liao Pantu weighed the peach wood sword in his hand and raised his eyebrows in quite some surprise, saying:

"Ho, a little kid like you who just reached Foundation Establishment actually has a Heaven-tier high-grade magical artifact."

Lin Xiao then asked him:

"Do you think this wooden sword is suitable for our use?"

Hearing this, Liao Pantu nodded and said:

"It's nothing much to me, but for little kids like you at the Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment realms, it can be considered a rare and excellent weapon."

"Moreover, unless others actually handle this wooden sword, they won't be able to tell its grade just from its appearance. It's very suitable for little kids with weak cultivation bases like you." Liao Pantu handed the peach wood sword back to Lin Xiao.

"Below the Golden Core realm, this Heaven-tier high-grade magical artifact can certainly be considered a treasure. Use it well. When you no longer need it in the future, you can pass it down to your disciples."

Hearing this, Lin Xiao nodded, took it back, and stored it in his private vault.

With this settled, he planned to go pluck a few more peach tree branches later to equip the other sect members with one each.

Excluding Senior Liao and Little Luan, he was still short by eight branches...

Lin Xiao thought about that thick Ten-Mile Peach Blossom Tree. It should be able to withstand it, right...?

And so, a night passed.

The Ten-Mile Peach Blossom Tree was missing another eight branches, and the Lingxian Sect gained another eight peach wood swords.

Early the next morning.

When Jiang Youfu went up the mountain, he saw the peach tree by the mountain path. He froze for a moment and asked Tietou, who was going up the mountain with him:

"Don't you think our peach blossom tree has gotten a little bit bald?"

Tietou rubbed the back of his head, looked up, and examined the peach blossom tree they passed by every day for a moment. After thinking about it, he said:

"I don't think so? It looks the same to me."

Hearing this, Jiang Youfu gently patted his little belly and nodded:

"Then I probably ate too much last night and my eyes are playing tricks on me."

Saying that, the two walked toward the cultivation room, beginning their cultivation life for the day.

At the same time, far away in a teahouse on a bustling street in the capital of the Pusi Country, an old man was sitting at a good spot by the window, sipping tea.

He was Song Jusheng, an outer sect elder sent by the Shangyang Sect this year to be stationed in the capital.

He had just arrived in the capital today. Before heading to his station point, he first took a stroll all around the capital.

When he came to the most prosperous teahouse in the capital, the Zuimeng Teahouse, he saw that it was very grand. Thus, having not experienced the mortal world's atmosphere for many years, he decided to go in and experience it.

Although this teahouse was called Zuimeng Teahouse, it didn't just sell tea inside.

There were also singing performances.

And all sorts of graceful dances.

The most wonderful part was that the waiters waiting for orders inside were actually a group of teenage girls in the prime of their youth.

But this wasn't a blatant brothel.

If you really went too far with those girls, they would cry and complain.

However, this half-hidden, half-revealed attitude was exactly the brilliant part of this teahouse.

With pretty young girls serving by the side, the fragrant tea in one's hands seemed to turn into intoxicating wine.

Song Jusheng felt extremely relaxed and comfortable.

No wonder the other elders in the sect didn't reject this chore of stooping down to the mortal realm. It turned out that as immortal sect elders, as long as they held the token given by the imperial city, they could enjoy these many wonderful things in the mortal realm.

Although as cultivators, they didn't put the so-called imperial power of the mortal realm in their eyes at all and had no need to be restricted by the token sent to them by the imperial city.

If they really wanted to do something, the royal family of the mortal realm couldn't stop them either.

But unfortunately, the royal family of the Pusi Country was jointly supported by three major sects: the Shangyang Sect, the Qinghe Sect, and the Yunyan Cult.

If one of the sects ignored the imperial power too much, the other two sects naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

After all, the Pusi Country could be considered the mortal foundation of these three sects.