A cold light appeared, an icy and c

A cold light appeared, an icy and chilling air released from the box.

This breath-taking sight, was as if a moon suddenly appearing in the dark skies.

Ye Qingyu looked inside, and could not help but be dumbfounded.

Within the huge wooden box, was a gigantic sword, thirteen inches wide and five feet long. The blade of the sword was as pure as a pool of limpid autumn waters, clear and flawless. The sword did not have any ridges nor any markings. A radiance stirred, as if it was moving quicksilver, the hilt about the thickness of a duck’s egg. On the handles, veins and patterns carved, and it was an azure blue, splitting into three layers each intricately linked, spitting out the blade of the sword.

The style of this sword, was simple and unadorned but held a gorgeous beauty. One glance of it was enough to cause someone to have affection for this weapon.

“This is…the Little Shang sword!”

Ye Qingyu nearly cried out in shock.

This sword, was namely the Little Shang sword that had once belonged to the Ye family, which was taken away by the Two River group. When Ye Qingyu was small, he had seen his father wielding this sword. This was deeply etched onto his memory so he could not possibly be mistaken.

Today, Lang Zhong would return this spirit weapon in such a light and easy fashion?

This was something Ye Qingyu had never thought would happen.

After thinking for a moment, he once again covered the wooden box. One hand holding the box, one hand holding Little Grass, he did not say anything in response to the gift. Passing by the violet clothed men, step by step he disappeared in a street far off…

At the same time.

Approximately three hundred metres away from Heavenly fragrance restaurant.

On the road, the white haired old doctor, Li Shizen took care of his horse and rolled up his coarse sign made of cloth. Slowly rising, he and his granddaughter took away their medicinal boxes, the pair walking away…

A young person wearing rich violet clothing, respectfully watched the two leave.

……

……

One hour later.

Ye Qingyu returned to the Ye mansion.

The signboard in the entrance had already been changed, with the large words ‘Ye mansion’ shining under the light, emanating a special vitality.

Qin Lan had stood there at the entrance looking out since they left.

Only after seeing Ye Qingyu and Little Grass returning unharmed, could she let out a breath of relief. She hurriedly ordered the servants to see to their return.

Ye Qingyu did not linger in the main hall for too long. Speaking a few words, he impatiently returned to his room, wanting to carefully examine the Spirit weapon, Little Shang sword.

He had entered into the Spirit spring stage for a considerable but he still did not possess a Spirit weapon that belonged to him. When facing ordinary martial artists, this was not a big issue but when facing experts that had Spirit weapons, he would be placed in an absolute disadvantage.

Even though after entering second year, he would begin to learn more skills such as rune formations, casting tools, collecting herbs, distinguishing ores, polishing and grinding. But to create a Spirit weapon, not only was a skilled and practiced technique needed, it also required a high amount of resources. The amount of Spirit ore that was needed, this was not something that Ye Qingyu could support in such a short time frame.

Therefore, in this type of situation, the Little Shang came at the perfect time.

Little Shang sword was something his father had inadvertently picked up. Although it was not famous, nor was it a weapon that could enter the rankings, but it was truly a real Spirit weapon. At least in the foreseeable future, it could satisfy Ye Qingyu’s short term needs.

After refining the Little Shang sword, Ye Qingyu’s power would rise to another level.

……

“You said, young master Ye went to Heavenly fragrance restaurant today?” Qin Lan asked, incomparably astonished.

She was in the main tall, conversing with her daughter. Only

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Sebuah cahaya dingin muncul, udara dingin dan dingin dilepaskan dari kotak. Sight nafas-mengambil ini, seolah-olah bulan tiba-tiba muncul di langit gelap. Ye Qingyu melihat ke dalam, dan tidak bisa membantu tetapi menjadi tercengang. Dalam kayu besar box, adalah pedang raksasa, tiga belas inci lebar dan panjang lima kaki. Pisau pedang itu murni sebagai kolam air musim gugur jernih, jelas dan tanpa cacat. Pedang tidak memiliki pegunungan atau tanda apapun. Sebuah cahaya diaduk, seolah-olah itu bergerak raksa, gagang tentang ketebalan telur bebek. Pada pegangan, pembuluh darah dan pola ukiran, dan itu adalah biru biru, membelah menjadi tiga lapisan masing-masing berhubungan erat, menyemburkan pisau pedang. Gaya pedang ini, sederhana dan tanpa hiasan tetapi mengadakan beauty cantik. Salah satu pandangan dari itu cukup untuk menyebabkan seseorang untuk memiliki kasih sayang untuk senjata ini. "Ini adalah ... pedang kecil Shang!" Ye Qingyu hampir berteriak kaget. Pedang ini, adalah yaitu pedang kecil Shang yang dulunya milik Ye keluarga, yang dibawa pergi oleh kelompok Dua Sungai. Ketika Ye Qingyu kecil, ia melihat ayahnya menghunus pedang ini. Hal ini sangat terukir ke memori sehingga ia tidak mungkin keliru. Hari ini, Lang Zhong akan kembali senjata semangat ini dalam cahaya tersebut dan mudah mode? Ini adalah sesuatu Ye Qingyu tidak pernah berpikir akan terjadi. Setelah berpikir sejenak, dia sekali lagi menutupi kotak kayu. Satu tangan memegang kotak, satu tangan memegang kecil Grass, dia tidak mengatakan apa-apa dalam menanggapi hadiah. Melewati oleh violet berpakaian laki-laki, langkah demi langkah ia menghilang di jalan jauh ... Pada saat yang sama. Sekitar tiga ratus meter dari restoran aroma surgawi. Di jalan, dokter tua berambut putih, Li Shizen merawat kudanya dan menggulung tanda kasar nya terbuat dari kain. Perlahan-lahan naik, ia dan cucunya mengambil kotak obat mereka, pasangan berjalan pergi ... Seorang anak muda mengenakan pakaian kaya violet, hormat menyaksikan dua cuti. ...... ...... Satu jam kemudian. Ye Qingyu kembali ke rumah Ye. Signboard The di pintu masuk sudah berubah, dengan kata-kata besar 'Ye rumah' bersinar di bawah cahaya, yang berasal vitalitas khusus. Qin Lan telah berdiri di sana di pintu masuk melihat keluar karena mereka meninggalkan. Hanya setelah melihat Ye Qingyu dan Little Grass kembali terluka , bisa ia menghembuskan nafas lega. Dia buru-buru memerintahkan hamba untuk melihat ke mereka kembali. Ye Qingyu tidak berlama-lama di aula utama terlalu lama. Berbicara beberapa kata, dia tak sabar kembali ke kamarnya, ingin hati-hati memeriksa senjata Roh, kecil Shang pedang. Dia telah memasuki tahap Roh musim semi untuk yang cukup tetapi ia masih tidak memiliki senjata Roh miliknya. Ketika menghadapi seniman bela diri biasa, ini bukan masalah besar tetapi ketika menghadapi para ahli yang memiliki senjata Roh, ia akan ditempatkan dalam sebuah kelemahan mutlak. Meskipun setelah memasuki tahun kedua, ia akan mulai belajar lebih banyak keterampilan seperti formasi Rune, pengecoran alat, mengumpulkan herbal, membedakan bijih, polishing dan grinding. Tetapi untuk menciptakan senjata Roh, tidak hanya teknik terampil dan dipraktekkan diperlukan, juga diperlukan jumlah yang tinggi sumber daya. Jumlah bijih Roh yang diperlukan, ini bukan sesuatu yang Ye Qingyu bisa mendukung sedemikian jangka waktu yang singkat. Oleh karena itu, dalam situasi seperti ini, Little Shang datang pada waktu yang tepat. Sedikit Shang pedang sesuatu ayahnya secara tidak sengaja dijemput. Meskipun tidak terkenal, juga bukan senjata yang bisa masuk peringkat, tapi itu benar-benar senjata Roh nyata. Setidaknya dalam waktu dekat, itu bisa memenuhi kebutuhan jangka pendek Ye Qingyu ini. Setelah menyempurnakan pedang kecil Shang, kekuatan Ye Qingyu akan naik ke tingkat lain. ...... "Kau bilang, tuan muda Ye pergi ke restoran wangi Heavenly hari ini?" Qin Lan bertanya, tak terbandingkan heran. Dia adalah di tinggi utama, bercakap-cakap dengan putrinya. Hanya