Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao began to choose their weapons as normal.
Meanwhile, Lu Ming started strolling around the Weapon Vault once more.
He still wanted to find his own fated divine weapon, weaving through row after row of weapon racks.
He searched every single nook and cranny.
“Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing?”
Huang Tianbao couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Just earlier in the Technique Pavilion, he had seen his senior brother rummaging around everywhere.
“Woof, woof!!”
Big Yellow also looked at Lu Ming. Boss, my nose is super sharp. What are you looking for? Let me help you.
“No need. You guys choose yours and leave me be.”
Hearing Lu Ming say this, Big Yellow went back to studying a mace he had taken a liking to. He quite fancied this one.
Huang Tianbao also continued to examine a black banner.
“Why isn't it here? That shouldn't be the case.”
Lu Ming muttered as he crawled on the floor.
Don't all those novels say there's always one?
After all, art originates from life, so there must be some scientific basis to it.
Just as he was doubting art and life itself,
a faint dark shadow beneath a nearby weapon rack caught his attention.
He quickly rolled over and reached out to feel around.
Hm?
Lu Ming's eyes lit up. Heaven never betrays a willing heart—there really was something there!
He hurriedly pulled it out. It was a short sword. Its blade was dull and lusterless, without a single ripple of spiritual energy. It looked like a piece of scrap iron.
Lu Ming grinned. This was the one! This had to be the fated divine weapon he was looking for.
He fantasized about using this immortal artifact to slay all his enemies in the future.
“Hehehe...”
Looking at the short sword in his hand, Lu Ming couldn't help but let out a bizarre laugh.
“Hehe... Hehehe... It's you!”
Lu Ming's strange laughter gave both Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao a shiver.
“Second Senior Brother, what's wrong with Eldest Senior Brother?”
Huang Tianbao took a quick step over to Big Yellow's side and whispered.
Having spent so many days together, he had never seen Lu Ming act like this.
“Woof!!”
Big Yellow stood up on its hind legs, stroking its chin with a front paw as it observed Lu Ming's smile.
It analyzed the love, hatred, and vendettas of the martial world contained within that smile.
Based on its highly unreliable experience, it suspected that Lu Ming was missing his father...
This kid has been pitiful since he was small. He grew up without a mother, only able to follow his dad as the son of the richest man in Peace Town, starving one meal and stuffing himself the next...
Huang Tianbao seeing Big Yellow's confident look, felt that there shouldn't be much of a problem.
As for what Big Yellow actually meant, it was too complicated, and he didn't understand.
Meanwhile, the three elders were also looking at Lu Ming with utter bewilderment. He was holding a broken sword and smiling with a highly sleazy expression.
Is there something wrong with this kid's head?
Huo Furong turned to look at the Grand Elder with deep suspicion:
“Grand Elder, is this some mysterious spiritual artifact you prepared on purpose? Does it come with a built-in charm effect?”
Otherwise, she really couldn't fathom why someone would smile so sleazily at a spiritual artifact.
Hanyan also looked at the Grand Elder with curiosity.
The Grand Elder's mouth twitched as he shook his head blankly:
“No! At first, I only prepared low-grade spiritual artifacts, and I only just added a few mid-grade ones...”
Hearing the Grand Elder say this, Huo Furong and Hanyan grew even more puzzled.
“So, does he just like collecting trash? Or has he fallen in love with it?”
Huo Furong asked, sounding thoroughly uncertain.
She really couldn't understand what was going on with Lu Ming.
Because, no matter how one looked at it, the short sword in Lu Ming's hand was a completely ruined spirit weapon. Moreover, it had been ruined for quite some time.
There wasn't a single trace of spirituality left on it.
Both the Grand Elder and Hanyan were left speechless by Huo Furong's wild words.
Fallen in love with it? How does that make any sense?
Just then, the three of them suddenly widened their eyes.
They saw Lu Ming excitedly slice his finger and begin to drip blood onto the short sword.
Huo Furong's mouth fell wide open. What is wrong with Lu Ming's eyes? That's a ruined spirit sword!
The Grand Elder and Hanyan were also shocked.
They couldn't understand what this fellow was doing.
“Hahaha...”
Just then, Huo Furong couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
The Grand Elder and Hanyan also exchanged speechless looks.
This was because they saw that the very moment Lu Ming sliced his finger and his blood was about to drip down, the short sword in his hand suddenly shattered with a bang.
It turned into a cloud of ash and dispersed into the air.
Drip...
And Lu Ming's blood ended up dripping onto the floor instead.
Lu Ming's face went completely dark as he watched this. He didn't understand what had gone wrong.
This makes absolutely no sense! As the protagonist, shouldn't I have chosen some incredibly badass immortal artifact?!
Not some ordinary spiritual artifact on the racks.
Just as Lu Ming was lost in confusion, there was a sudden, thunderous rumble.
Starting from where Lu Ming's blood had dripped, the entire Weapon Vault suddenly lit up with a dark glow.
Then, it instantly enveloped the entire vault. While Lu Ming was still bewildered,
with a bang, he felt his body grow weightless as he was flung directly outside.
Holy crap, what's going on? Don't tell me some powerhouse is passing by the Qingshan Sect and wants to annihilate us?
By the time Lu Ming collected himself, he realized he was already standing outside the Weapon Vault.
Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao were right beside him, looking around in utter shock.
“Did a powerhouse just pass by the Qingshan Sect?”
“Woof, woof??”
Huang Tianbao and Big Yellow called out in confusion.
They really couldn't understand why they had been thrown out.
Rumble...
Just then, to the utter dumbfoundment of the three,
the Weapon Vault before them began to shake violently with a massive roar, flashing with a dark glow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Right at that moment, the three elders rushed over.
“What happened?”
Hearing the Grand Elder's inquiry, the two men and the dog shook their heads repeatedly.
“We don't know!”
Just as Lu Ming finished speaking, everyone watched as the Weapon Vault flickered with light and began to shrink rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a brief moment, the massive building had turned into a fist-sized, square, miniature house.
Whoosh!
The fist-sized Weapon Vault flew straight into Lu Ming's dantian with a sharp whistle.
Quiet returned to their surroundings.
The Grand Elder and the others all turned their gazes simultaneously toward Lu Ming's dantian.
Lu Ming also looked down at his own dantian.
At the same time, he felt a connection between himself and the Weapon Vault.
What is going on? Why did the Weapon Vault recognize me as its master?
“Grand Elder, why did the Weapon Vault recognize a master?”
Lu Ming looked at the Grand Elder with a depressed expression.
He had only wanted to find a peerless divine weapon to use. He hadn't wanted the entire vault!
The Grand Elder smacked his lips. Who the hell am I supposed to ask if you're asking me?
The Qingshan Sect's Weapon Vault, which has stood for God knows how many years, was actually taken by you.
Seeing the Grand Elder's expression, Lu Ming knew that he probably didn't know either.
Whoosh...
Just then, Huo Furong lunged in front of Lu Ming, immediately using her divine sense to probe his dantian.
However, she found that she couldn't probe it at all. Refusing to believe it, she grabbed Lu Ming's hand.
She began to channel spiritual energy to investigate.
Lu Ming felt a wave of warmth in his meridians as a warm stream of spiritual energy surged into his body.
It then followed his meridians and flowed straight into his dantian.
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