The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Wen Zhao, having received the message, rushed as quickly as possible to the Tianhun Sect where Hu Xingtong was. The Tianhun Sect disciples observing from outside were also very curious. At this moment, Mu Yingsheng suddenly appeared and sent the onlookers back, instructing them, "What happened today must not be spread outside. Go and fetch that person, and don't cause any commotion."

One of the people who received the order immediately collected his soul and walked to pick up Wen Zhao.

Meanwhile, Hu Xingtong, who felt the presence of Mu Yingsheng, was completely relieved. The last stroke of the seal pattern could not be completed here. The addition of the breath of law made the Xiu Ze Sword qualified as a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth. If he made this last stroke, the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth would appear here, and his identity would be noticed by those who were interested. Therefore, he had to ask Wen Zhao to change his position at the critical moment.

Wen Zhao rushed over and got the seal from his disciple. He went up the mountain easily. He paid attention to the movements around him along the way, fearing that someone would notice his sudden departure and follow him.

On this side, Hu Xingtong, who sensed Wen Zhao coming, put away his equipment, clasped his hands and saluted Mu Yingsheng who was watching in the air, and hurriedly responded.

"Let's go first. It's urgent. I have to find another place to draw this stroke!" Hu Xingtong instantly spread the blue wings on his back and attached the light body talisman directly to Wen Zhao's waist. He didn't care about the taboos between men and women, and directly hugged Wen Zhao's broad waist, lifted him up, and then turned into a blue-gold stream of light and flew away.

The touch on his waist startled Wen Zhao, but then he realized the urgency of the situation. He took out the prepared array plate from his arms and called to Hu Xingtong, "Xingxing, stop for a moment. We'll teleport directly over."

Upon hearing this, Hu Xingtong paused in his flying, looked down at Wen Zhao, said nothing, and just waited quietly.

Wen Zhao's fingers slid rapidly across the array disk. Rays of light flashed, and a temporary teleportation array quickly took shape, its light dazzling and steady. "Quick, come up, let's go in together!" Wen Zhao called out eagerly, placing the array disk on the ground. Powerful spatial fluctuations began to gather at the center of the array.

Hu Xingtong didn't hesitate a moment, releasing Wen Zhao's hand. Instead, they stood side by side on the formation diagram. Wen Zhao shouted, "Let's go!" The two of them were instantly engulfed in light, and space seemed to rip apart. They vanished from the spot, leaving only the gradually dissipating teleportation formation, a final flicker of light in the empty forest.

When they opened their eyes again, they were in a secluded valley, surrounded by dense forests, making it difficult for outsiders to see. This was a place Wen Zhao had carefully selected, far from the hustle and bustle, rich in spiritual energy, specifically for Hu Xingtong to complete the final strokes of the seal pattern.

"It should be safe here." Wen Zhao looked around and confirmed that everything was safe. Then he said to Hu Xingtong, "Xingxing, get started. I'll protect you."

Hu Xingtong nodded, her expression solemn. She drew out the Xiuze Sword once more, a faint light of law flowing across the blade, the aura of law she had previously absorbed taking effect. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and concentrated, as if communicating with some power between heaven and earth.

As Hu Xingtong slowly raised the Xiuze Sword, the surrounding space began to tremble slightly, and an indescribable solemnity and sacredness filled the air. Wen Zhaoze was completely focused, vigilantly monitoring every inch of the surrounding space to ensure that there would be no interruptions.

Suddenly, Hu Xingtong's eyes shot open. The Xiuze Sword in his hand pierced the void like lightning, streaking through the air with an unparalleled arc, finally landing steadily on the long-prepared seal pattern. At that moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to respond subtly. A subtle yet distinct spiritual light burst forth from the seal pattern, soaring into the sky.

Wen Zhao felt the surge of this power, feeling both shocked and thrilled. He knew that at this moment, Hu Xingtong had not only completed the final stroke of the seal pattern, but had also made the Xiu Ze Sword truly a treasure of heaven and earth.

When everything returned to calm, Hu Xingtong held the Xiu Ze Sword, his face brimming with satisfaction and joy. Looking at the Xiu Ze Sword in his hand, feeling the subtle spiritual aura on it, he felt delighted. As long as his senior brother dripped blood to acknowledge the sword as his master, the Xiu Ze Sword, with the bloodline's pull, would form its own sword spirit. This naturally nurtured sword spirit would undoubtedly raise the sword's power by a significant level, making it significantly more powerful than his own Qing Huan Sword.

Then, she looked at Wen Zhao, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, Wen Zhao, without you, I would not be able to complete this step."

Wen Zhao smiled slightly and patted her shoulder: "Do we still need to say this between us?"

Hu Xingtong looked at Wen Zhao. Since he was already here, he might as well refine Wen Zhao's as well, so that he could repay the favor.

"Is this place suitable for refining weapons? If possible, I can refine your spiritual weapon at the same time." Hearing this, Wen Zhao felt a little embarrassed and asked, "Will it not waste your time? If you have other things to do, I can take my time."

Hu Xingtong shook his head. "No need to delay. The sect competition is over. I still have some training to do later. I have plenty of time."

"Alright then. I'll take you somewhere suitable. It's not convenient here." Wen Zhao once again produced the array disk and, with a flick of his finger, a new teleportation array quickly took shape beneath their feet. With a flash of light, they were once again enveloped by the power of space, and in an instant, they appeared in a completely different place.

This was a hidden volcanic crater, surrounded by fiery red rocks. Lava swirled in a nearby fissure, emitting a fiery breath. However, within this extreme environment, a strange spiritual energy surged. This was the place Wen Zhao had chosen for Hu Xingtong to refine his weapon.

"I discovered this place by accident. The spiritual energy here is rich and has a fire attribute, which is very suitable for refining spiritual weapons." Wen Zhao explained, while vigilantly observing the surrounding environment to make sure that no one else would disturb him.

Hu Xingtong looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "It's indeed a good place, let's get started."

Thinking about the formation plate that Wen Zhao had just used, Hu Xingtong had an idea. If he designed a defensive spiritual weapon that could quickly set up an array, would it be more suitable for Wen Zhao?

"Let me see your formation plate." Hu Xingtong found a clean stone to sit on and took out the boundary talisman from the storage ring.

Wen Zhao took out the formation disk from his storage ring, handed it over, and introduced it, "This is a treasure my father left me. It contains five formations: a killing formation, a defensive formation, a trapping formation, an isolation formation, and a teleportation formation. It is also a heavenly-level treasure."

Hearing this, Hu Xingtong nodded in agreement. There were only five types of formations in this formation plate, but the techniques were extremely different, and the drawing techniques were somewhat fragmented, especially the formation plate in his hand. The material and materials itself were of the best quality, but the nature of the formation plate did not match the formation patterns in it. It looked like something made by a top-level weapon refiner and a top-level formation master in collaboration.