Chapter 152 Tao Zhiqing, is something the matter? (1/2)

As soon as the warehouse door was pushed open, a scent that was a mixture of metallic coolness and the aroma of spirit wood forcefully entered the nostrils.

This place is a completely different world from the well-organized library.

Various divine weapons were casually piled up in the corner as if they were free, with a pile of swords here and a stack of knives there, exuding an air of arrogance that said, "I have a mine at home, so I can build whatever I want."

Yan Yu followed him in, his steps faltering for a moment.

Back in the apocalypse, the largest armory he had ever seen was nothing compared to what lay before him—it was practically a junkyard.

"squeak!"

As soon as Xiaobai entered, its two blackish-purple beady eyes instantly turned into sparkling stars; it had completely gone mad.

It took its short legs and huffed and puffed as it climbed up a small mountain made of longswords. Its two front paws clung tightly to a short sword inlaid with a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon's egg, and it tried with all its might to drag it into its arms.

The little mouse looked just like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, wanting to stuff all the shiny things into its dimensional storage pouch.

"Little White, don't move!"

With a wry smile, Ruan Tang stretched out two fingers and lifted it off the pile of swords.

"These weapons all have malevolent energy; if you stay near them for too long, they will harm you."

After being lectured by its little owner, Little White instantly became a drama queen, lowering its head with a pitiful look, its two paws clutching the tip of its big tail, its watery beady eyes looking as pathetic as could be.

Ruan Tang pinched its little ears, put it on her shoulder, and then stood on tiptoe to scan the pile of longswords.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room, finally settling on an unremarkable longsword.

The sword leaned casually against the wooden box, its entire body a dark gold, so simple and unadorned that it looked like a fire poker.

But the moment Ruan Tang's small hand gripped the hilt of the sword, the entire sword hummed and emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar!

A pure and sharp aura of metal suddenly rippled outwards from the sword, startling all the other weapons in the storeroom into silence for a moment.

"That's it!"

Ruan Tang's eyes shone brightly. She used all her strength to draw the sword and presented it to Yan Yu like a treasure.

"Brother, you should try this! This one is called 'Breaking the Formation,' a low-grade Xuan-level spirit sword, made of pure metal. It's perfect for you!"

Yan Yu took the sword.

The sword felt heavy in his hand, and its icy yet sharp aura flowed through his palm, instantly creating a strong resonance with the strange sword in his dantian.

He even had the illusion that this sword was born to be his.

He subconsciously twirled his sword.

"Whoosh!"

A solid golden sword aura suddenly slashed out, leaving a bottomless black crack in the hard ground!

The land in this space is nourished by spiritual energy and is incredibly hard!

This was just a casual wave of his hand!

Yan Yu himself was stunned; the power far exceeded his expectations.

"How was it? How was it?" Ruan Tang looked up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for praise.

"very good."

Yan Yu spoke concisely, but his gaze toward Ruan Tang carried a gentleness he himself was unaware of.

"Hehe, this is only temporary!"

Ruan Tang, with her hands behind her back, proudly puffed out her little chest like a little teacher.

"Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, we'll find the best materials and have the weapon-refining puppet in your space forge a natal magic sword just for you!"

She stretched out her fair, delicate fingers and poked hard into his firm chest.