The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

The days go on one by one. Ever since the last quarrel with the system, Hu Xingtong has become much quieter. Although he rarely talks to the system, he still goes to the top of the mountain to sit every day.

That location was where the system had been before, but she didn't know it. After crying that day, she wanted to find a high place where she could see the surrounding scenery and calm down. After searching for a long time, she finally found it. So after that, every time she felt tired or sad during practice, that deserted peak became her secret base.

Hu Xingtong didn't understand many things, including what she wanted and what she liked, so she just numbly practiced and separated the medium every day.

Later, she gave that special medium a name, calling it Fan Steel.

In the year since then, Hu Xingtong chose to go into seclusion, separating the complex steel and tungsten steel jade day after day. When his spiritual awareness was not enough, he would meditate and practice. When his spiritual power was not enough, he would practice magic to improve his realm.

When she was hungry, she would try to open the atlas to refine medicine. If her attempts failed or her house exploded, she would study runes or formations by herself to reinforce the house or repair furniture. If she didn't have suitable tools, she would use fire to refine the tools herself. Over time, Hu Xingtong got used to using her own strange fire as a furnace to refine tools, which later became her unique refining method.

Two years later, Hu Xingtong's cultivation had broken through to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he was only one step away from the Qi Refining Stage. His cultivation speed was much faster.

At this time, Hu Xingtong was fifteen years old and had grown from a little bean sprout into a young girl.

That day, she came to the top of the mountain again. Looking at the starry sky and the magnificent scenery of the mountains and rivers below, a feeling of loneliness came over her.

For two years, the system hadn't spoken a word to her, and even stopped issuing tasks. It was as if it had disappeared from Hu Xingtong's life. That day was like a dream to her, and when she woke up, she was left alone.

Hu Xingtong could still see the system's backpack and open the scanning eye. She knew clearly that the system was still there, but just didn't want to talk to her. But even if she knew, she wouldn't take the initiative to find the system. She was stubborn and could never forgive the system's self-assertion, nor could she face the system exposing her scars.

Those dark uglinesses are always her deepest scars. She will not reveal them herself, nor will she allow others to do so.

But now she has admitted defeat. No one has talked to her in the past two years. She is alone in this room facing herself, refining weapons, making pills, drawing talismans and calculating formations. Although it is fulfilling, it is really boring and uncomfortable.

It's like you are the only one in this big world.

Hu Xingtong stood on the top of the mountain, feeling the night breeze gently blowing through her hair, bringing a hint of coolness. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze on her face, which seemed to blow away some of the depression in her heart.

The starry sky is vast, and each star is like a distant lighthouse, quietly illuminating the way forward for lonely travelers.

But her road was long, unknown, and filled with confusion in the darkness. She took a deep breath and gradually let go of the pain buried deep in her heart.

Looking back on the past two years, she felt as if she were immersed in an endless journey of self-cultivation. The system's silence forced her to confront her inner self. The unbearable feelings she had once deliberately forgotten or buried quietly surfaced in countless silent nights. She learned independence, strength, and, most importantly, how to listen to her inner voice without external interference.

But we are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? During this long period of self-dialogue and exploration, Hu Xingtong also felt an unprecedented loneliness and longing. She was like a dim, lone star in a brilliant sky. Even though she was surrounded by countless stars, not a single one was willing to illuminate her. She longed for someone to understand her pain, someone to share her joy. Even a simple greeting would be enough to warm her cold heart.

She thought back to her days in the Sutra Library. That period was also boring, but Chen Wu's company was like the care of a family member, warm and bright. She began to reflect on whether she was too obsessed with her resentment towards the system to the point that she ignored the help and companionship it had given her?

So, after a long silence, Hu Xingtong finally plucked up the courage and decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation with the system.

She closed her eyes, using her heart to feel the long-lost connection, and whispered, "Chen Wu, I know you're still there. I think we should talk. I've thought a lot over the past two years, and I've spent countless nights reflecting and facing my own heart."

"I began to understand that everyone has their own pain and secrets, but running away isn't the solution. I thought back to myself long ago. Back then, I was all black and white, moving forward with determination. I was truly fearless and brave enough to be myself. In that chaotic world of relationships, I proudly wanted to be my own lone star, unbothered by any evil forces, shining brightly. And behind me, my family was my ultimate trump card. They were willing to back me up, support me, and praise me. I received a love that most people don't have."

"But after that incident, I was like a rat afraid to see the light. I didn't dare go out to see people, didn't dare ask for help, and didn't dare to see how others looked at me. Those sympathetic eyes, those looks of pity, could trample my pride into the mud. Now I think about it, maybe others just want to help me. My life won't affect the interests of others, so why would they give me any extra attention?"

"Now that you've brought me here, I've been able to stand up, make friends, and live a life I look forward to. I've even forgotten where I came from. I've used everything here to escape my past experiences, and used the superficial beauty of the present to cover up what I once thought was unbearable. I guess I'm quite heartless. Now I've figured it out. There are some pasts I should face, and there are some responsibilities I should shoulder. In fact, there's no need to make a choice. Any path is fine. So I think I should face my past and reconcile with it."

"So I want to say sorry to you. I don't know if you will forgive me, but if you want, we can start over, okay?"

As these words left her mouth, Hu Xingtong felt an unprecedented sense of relief. It was as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, her entire being lightened. And at that moment, a long-lost voice echoed in her mind, with a touch of tenderness and tolerance, and a hint of unprecedented anticipation: "Xingxing, I have never left you. I've simply been waiting, waiting for the day when you're ready to face everything. Now, you are. So... welcome back."

At this moment, Hu Xingtong laughed and cried, tears streaming down her face, bringing with them relief, gratitude, and a hint of clarity about the future.

She said, "Chen Wu, I know what my natal weapon is."

【What is it?】 the system asked her.

"Swords. In my world, there's a saying about swords. It's about the meaning of the sword's design. For example, the slender, smooth blade symbolizes the wearer's noble character and pure heart. It's generally said that those who wield swords usually have a clear mind. The double-edged sword symbolizes the dual nature of the sword. Everything has two sides, there are gains and losses, and it's a warning. Therefore, it usually warns the user of virtue. The combined design of the hilt and scabbard symbolizes the interdependence between the sword and the person. The sword can hurt people, but it is driven by people."

"So, I think I need a sword, a sword to hold my thoughts, a sword to discipline myself."

【Have you thought about a name?】

"If you have thought about it, I will ask you to return it."

【Have you ever thought about what materials to use for refining? 】

"Minghua Crystal, Flame Moon Beast Spine, Fan Steel, Tungsten Steel Jade, Dream Star Iron and Kuiming Stone, these should be enough, but I also want to find a bone from my own body. I want to try to see if I can integrate the natal weapon directly into my body, so that some of the characteristics of the Qing Huan Sword can be attached to me." Hu Xingtong expressed his ideas and also asked about the feasibility of the system.

The system didn't say anything, but the next moment it took on a human form holding a box.

"Why did you come out?" Hu Xingtong looked at the box in her hand suspiciously. Since he started practicing, his senses have become extremely clear. At this moment, he felt an inexplicably familiar breath in the box.

"Add one of these, and you can achieve the features you mentioned." The system handed over the box with a slightly proud expression. Hu Xingtong looked a little curious, but still took the box.

As soon as she opened it, the strong smell of blood almost made her vomit.

"What a strong smell." After rubbing his nose to calm down a little, Hu Xingtong looked over carefully.

There was only a small piece of bloody bone lying inside, and the familiar smell of flesh and blood made Hu Xingtong's body stagnate.

"This is a small section of your spine that fell off when you were going through the thunder tribulation that day. I thought you would not need this bone after you recovered, so I kept it for now. Now it comes in handy." The system explained with a cute and proud look, which made Hu Xingtong want to hug her tightly.

Thinking of this, Hu Xingtong did so and took his bone. Hu Xingtong hugged the system tightly, with gratitude and tenderness flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you, Chen Wu. With you around, I really feel like I can do anything." Hu Xingtong's voice was full of sincere emotion.

The system was slightly startled by Hu Xingtong's sudden embrace, then a faint blush spread across its face, its eyes gleaming with joy. She gently patted Hu Xingtong on the back and said in her unique, sweet voice, "We're friends, and helping each other is natural. However, you'll need to be prepared. Forging your natal sword is no easy feat. Once you've mastered this, you can officially begin forging other spiritual weapons."

Hu Xingtong loosened his arms and nodded firmly. "Don't worry, I'm ready. The Qing Huan Sword isn't just my weapon; it's a part of me. I'll take it seriously. Next, I'll be in seclusion for a while to achieve my Golden Core breakthrough."

"Well, just do it, I'll take care of everything."