If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Inside the Zhenqi Pavilion, the atmosphere is simple and solemn.

The air was filled with the scent of old wood and the cool aroma of metal, which calmed the mind.

In the center of the pavilion is a circular stone platform about ten feet high, its surface engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns, with spiritual energy flowing slowly within it.

This is the platform for retrieving the implements.

An inner disciple on duty looked at the three of them with a hint of surprise in his eyes as they entered.

He clearly hadn't expected that someone would actually reach the summit just as the trial was about to end.

Especially after those two prodigies caused such a commotion.

He suppressed his surprise, stepped forward, and routinely explained the rules.

"Senior brothers and sisters, this is the weapon-retrieving platform."

"Place your hands on the platform and sense it with your divine sense. If there is a karmic connection, the ritual implement will recognize you as its master."

"Each person has only one chance."

After saying that, he stepped aside and watched quietly.

Su Qingying's expression remained aloof, but a subtle complexity had appeared in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward first.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness spreading out like ripples on water, merging with the aura of the entire Zhenqi Pavilion.

Mo Chengyue and Xiao Qinghan were both looking at her.

Mo Chengyue was simply curious and wanted to see what kind of treasure the female lead, whom he had just "worked overtime" on, could get.

Xiao Qinghan's gaze, however, carried a hint of scrutiny and inquiry.

hum!

In just a few breaths, a long sword with a pure green body emitted a clear and melodious sword sound from the weapon rack next to the weapon-retrieving platform.

It transformed into a streak of light, flew out on its own, and hovered in front of Su Qingying. The sword trembled slightly, as if expressing its intimacy.

The sword's blade resembles a pool of autumn water, with a teardrop-shaped gem inlaid in the hilt, radiating pure water-based spiritual energy.

"A mid-grade spiritual weapon, the Azure Spirit Sword."

The disciple on duty whispered the name of the sword, his eyes filled with envy.

Su Qingying opened her eyes and gripped the hilt of her sword.

The auras of the man and the sword instantly became perfectly synchronized.

She could sense that this sword was extremely compatible with the "Mysterious Jade Heart Sutra" technique within her body, and could greatly enhance her strength.

But for some reason, she didn't feel much joy.

Instead, the moment she gripped the sword hilt, the blurry figure wearing a bronze mask, pressing her down tightly, flashed through her mind again.

Her grip on the sword tightened suddenly.

"Congratulations, senior sister."

Mo Chengyue broke the silence with a chuckle.

Su Qingying glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and stepped aside with her sword in her arms.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a stranger with ill intentions.

Mo Chengyue touched his nose, muttering to himself.

"Sister, your attitude is wrong."

"I'm your savior, and even though I took advantage of you a little, you should at least give me a smile!"

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. You can't afford to mess with her.

Next, it was Xiao Qinghan's turn.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and sensed with her divine sense.

Unlike Su Qingying's swiftness, her perception time was much longer.

A stick of incense.

Two incense sticks.

Time passed slowly, and the weapons rack remained motionless.

The disciples on duty changed their expectant gaze to one of regret.

It seems this senior sister is not destined to have any magical artifacts here.

Just as he was about to remind him that time was running out.

Clang!

A slender, flexible sword shot out from the corner, as fast as a shooting star.

It traced a silver arc in the air and finally came to a steady stop in front of Xiao Qinghan.

The sword is as thin as a cicada's wing and moves with extraordinary agility.

"Mid-grade spiritual weapon, Meteor Sword."

The disciple on duty announced his name again.

Xiao Qinghan opened her eyes and looked at the Meteor Sword in front of her, a bright light flashing in her phoenix eyes.

This sword is known for its agility and speed, which perfectly complements her cultivation of the Azure Phoenix Sword Technique.

She nodded in satisfaction and sheathed her longsword.

She turned back to look at Mo Chengyue, her eyes seeming to say, "It's your turn."

It was finally Mo Chengyue's turn.

He stretched and yawned, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and slowly walked to the equipment stand.

"Junior brother, keep it up," Xiao Qinghan whispered encouragingly.

These two encounters greatly changed her opinion of this seemingly unreliable junior brother.

"Let it be, let it be."

He said that, but he released his spiritual senses.

However, unlike others, his divine sense did not actively seek out or sense those powerful magical artifacts.

Instead, it's like a large net, lazily spread out, allowing you to empty your mind.

They've entered a state of stagnation, like "Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait."

He refused to believe that such a large armory wouldn't have a blind treasure that would want him.

Time passed second by second.

Those divine weapons, swords, spears, and halberds, were all very aloof, ignoring the "salted fish" aura emanating from Mo Chengyue.

The disciples on duty had changed their expressions from regret to sympathy.

A subtle, almost imperceptible sneer curled at the corners of Su Qingying's lips.

As expected, he's just an opportunist with no real talent; even magical artifacts look down on him.

Xiao Qinghan also frowned slightly, feeling somewhat worried.

Mo Chengyue himself wasn't in a hurry at all.

If I can't get it, I can't get it. I don't rely on this thing for a living anyway.

At worst, I can go back and ask Xie Buci for reimbursement; I'll at least try to extort something from him.

Just when everyone thought he was going to go home empty-handed.

Clang.

A soft sound.

From an inconspicuous corner at the very bottom of the weapons rack, a dark, shadowy object rolled out.

That thing looked like a piece of charred coal, irregularly shaped, with a pitted and uneven surface, and without any trace of spiritual energy.

It rolled to Mo Chengyue's feet and then stopped moving.

The entire room fell silent.

The disciple on duty stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape.

What is this thing?

Scrap metal?

Su Qingying's sarcasm froze on her face, turning into astonishment.

Xiao Qinghan also looked bewildered.

Mo Chengyue looked down at the dark, unremarkable lump of iron at his feet and blinked.

"Oh?"

"You little rascal, you have quite the eye for talent."

He bent down and picked up the lump of iron.

It feels heavy and cool to the touch, and the texture is no different from an ordinary block of iron.

"Junior brother, this..." Xiao Qinghan couldn't help but speak up.

"It's fine." Mo Chengyue weighed the iron block in his hand and laughed nonchalantly.

"All that I obtain, I will use."

"It might be a piece of meteorite iron from outer space; it'll definitely be good for cracking walnuts when we get back."

His nonchalant attitude made all the doubts, disdain, and sympathy from others seem utterly ridiculous.

He calmly put the iron block into his storage bag, as if he had obtained a priceless treasure.

After retrieving the treasure, the three were enveloped by a gentle force.

The next moment, they appeared in the square at the foot of Wanqi Mountain.

"Farewell, senior sisters."

Mo Chengyue and Chong clasped their fists together and greeted each other.

He then summoned his flying sword, which transformed into a streak of light, and flew towards Qingquan Peak without looking back.

joke.

If we don't leave now, we'll be late for work tomorrow!

Watching his hurried departure, Xiao Qinghan seemed lost in thought.

Su Qingying snorted coldly and also flew away on her sword, but in a completely different direction.

Soon after, the bells that signaled the official end of the trial rang through the sky.

On the top floor of the Zhenqi Pavilion, Elder Luo put down the Tongtian Water Mirror in his hand, a satisfied smile on his face.

He wrote a report and submitted it to the sect's higher-ups.

The report highlighted Xiao Fan and Ye Changfeng, two unparalleled geniuses, calling them "two shining stars, a sign of great prosperity for the sect."

As for the little episode involving Mo Chengyue, it doesn't even deserve to be mentioned.

Inside Mo Chengyue's cave at Qingquan Peak.

He soaked comfortably in the sacred spring and began to take stock of his gains from the trip.

Cultivation level.

From the early stage of Foundation Establishment, he soared all the way to the peak of the middle stage, and was only one step away from the late stage.

With a solid foundation and refined essence, this round of "overtime" work is a huge win!

magic weapon.

He took the black lump of iron out of his storage bag.

After examining it thoroughly for a long time, I still couldn't find anything unusual.

When they tried to investigate with their divine sense, the stone disappeared into the sea.

When I poured my true essence into it, there was no reaction.

He even tried biting it with his teeth and almost broke his front tooth.

"Strange."

Mo Chengyue muttered something, too lazy to study it any further, and casually tossed it aside.

Never mind, I'll just leave it for now.

He dried himself off, changed into a clean disciple's robe, lay down on the bed, and prepared to have a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow is another day for slacking off and taking photos at the Sutra Repository.

Life has returned to its usual monotony and tranquility.