The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Wen Zhao frowned and asked, "If we provide the materials and you handle the items, we won't benefit from it."

Knowing that she didn't understand what he meant, Hu Xingtong explained, "I'm purchasing a large amount of materials from you in the name of Lone Star. I'll use some of them to refine magical instruments for myself, and some of them will be given to you. The main reason is that I need to give this weapon I'm going to refine to my fellow disciples in the name of Lone Star. Before I give it to you, I need you to help me build up Lone Star's reputation. Of course, in addition to this weapon, I'll also refine a magical treasure of similar quality to my Qing Huan Sword and give it to your Huan Yi Pavilion as a gift for our cooperation."

Hu Xingtong's words were full of sincerity, so what reason did Wen Zhao have to refuse? What's more, the quality of Qing Huanjian was there. If there was a spiritual treasure of the same level placed in Huanyi Pavilion as a living signboard, it would also be a guarantee for the future of Huanyi Pavilion.

Therefore, Wen Zhao had no reason to refuse.

"We've been friends for many years, and I trust you. Since you've asked, just tell me what materials you need, and I'll have them prepared immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Hu Xingtong knew that Wen Zhao agreed, but it still needed to be verified in person. So, Hu Xingtong handed over the list he had prepared long ago, and also handed over all his belongings.

"I don't have many spiritual jades at the moment, these are all I have. See if they are enough. If not, I'll get more."

Wen Zhao glanced at the contents of the storage bag. There were a total of three thousand mid-grade spiritual jades. This was enough for his five-month salary. How could it not be enough?

"That's enough. According to the list you wrote, there are still some spiritual jades left over."

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll add some more, and by the way, I'll refine some talismans, array plates, and the like. You can help me sell them as well." Hu Xingtong picked up the paper and pen beside him and quickly wrote a lot of things. When Wen Zhao was about to lose control of his expression, he finally put down the pen and asked, "Can we use up all of it now?"

Wen Zhao looked at the several large pieces of paper in front of him and swallowed. He knew that Hu Xingtong could refine weapons, but he didn't expect that she could also refine medicine, draw talismans, and make formations. She was so awesome. Most of the materials on them were above the Earth Rank. It can be seen that after only a few years of not seeing her, Hu Xingtong had grown to such an extent that she could directly refine spiritual treasures above the Earth Rank.

"Did you write too much?" Hu Xingtong looked at him and asked uncertainly.

Wen Zhao finally came back to his senses and replied, "Not much, just right. I'll go get ready first. We'll set off after I'm done."

Hu Xingtong nodded, sat on the chair and drank tea obediently. In Wen Zhao's eyes, his appearance inexplicably added a bit of childish cuteness.

Soon, Wen Zhao prepared all the materials Hu Xingtong needed.

Thinking that if he was going to take people to someone else's territory, he should at least inform them before going, so he took out the Qing Huan Sword and asked Gu Xunzhou to go and inform them.

Everything was ready. Hu Xingtong brought Wen Zhao back to the Liguo Imperial Mausoleum. Under Xiao Hai's arrangement, the two came to a relatively spacious open space. It was far away from the guards and any movement would not be easily detected. It would be easier to hide after setting up the barrier.

Therefore, with the joint efforts of several people, an extremely secret space was created.

Before refining the weapon, Hu Xingtong still has an important thing to do, which is to merge Gu Xunzhou with Qing Huanjian, so that he can completely become the sword spirit of Qing Huanjian.

"Xun Zhou, are you ready?" Hu Xingtong asked seriously, looking at the handsome and tall heroic spirit in front of him.

Gu Xunzhou looked at her, his gentle eyes filled with smiles. "I'm ready. We can start anytime."

Looking at the heroic spirit in front of her, Hu Xingtong always had a strange feeling in her heart. She always felt that Gu Xunzhou should be her sword spirit, and should be her confidant and good friend who would accompany her throughout her life, as if the two of them had been bound together in the dark.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Hu Xingtong drew an ancient formation on the ground, her spiritual energy emanating from her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly raised her hands, lightly tapping the air with her fingertips, as if outlining something. As her spiritual energy guided the formation, circles of golden-red light emanated from the formation, gradually enveloping the entire space. An ancient and solemn aura permeated the air.

"Xun Zhou, this process may be a little uncomfortable, but please believe that this will be the beginning of our mutual coexistence and prosperity." Hu Xingtong's voice was gentle and firm. She opened her eyes, her eyes full of encouragement and trust.

Gu Xunzhou smiled and nodded. His figure appeared even taller in the light, as if about to be baptized. "No problem."

After saying this, he slowly walked towards the center of the formation, each step appearing unhurried. Seeing this, Hu Xingtong immediately mobilized all his spiritual energy and sent the Qing Huan Sword in his hand into the air of the formation. The sword was instantly covered in a layer of dazzling light, and it trembled gently as if it had a spirit.

At this time, Hu Xingtong poured all his spiritual power into the tip of the sword. The sword light was like a dragon, soaring into the sky, and then turned into a warm and powerful force, slowly wrapping Gu Xunzhou.

During this process, Gu Xunzhou's body began to blur, but his smile remained warm, his eyes filled with a sense of calmness and anticipation. As spiritual energy continued to flow in, the rising dragon totem on Qing Huanjian's blade slowly illuminated, emitting a dazzling golden light. Each pattern was imbued with an unprecedented softness and pressure. The two opposing attributes blended together, baptizing Qing Huanjian.

Finally, after a long, drawn-out sword cry, Gu Xunzhou's figure completely merged with the Qing Huan Sword. The sword shone brightly, then gradually subsided, leaving only a faint, warm sheen. Hu Xingtong felt an unprecedented connection emanating from the sword, a unique bond between her and Gu Xunzhou—no, with the Qing Huan Sword.

"Gu Xunzhou, are you still there?" Hu Xingtong murmured softly. She was not sure whether she succeeded, but she felt that she should have succeeded. She gently stroked the sword, as if she could feel Gu Xunzhou's heartbeat and breathing. The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling filled her heart with warmth and strength.

"I'm here..." A voice sounded from the side. Hu Xingtong turned around in surprise and met a pair of even more handsome eyes.

She looked at Gu Xunzhou, sizing up and down the new sword spirit. She saw that after merging with Qing Huanjian, his appearance had changed, and he had a new set of clothes. He also looked much more energetic than at the beginning.

"Xun Zhou, you look very beautiful!" Hu Xingtong smiled like a fangirl, with a hint of teasing and joy on her little face.

Gu Xunzhou smiled and didn't mind the image she had in Hu Xingtong's mind at all. She liked this outspoken little girl very much, who could always add some color to his lonely and gloomy world.

But what she didn't know was that Wen Zhao was watching her from the side, with a relieved smile on his face. Perhaps he was happy that the little girl had a new sword spirit, or perhaps he was surprised that the little girl would be so outspoken. But no matter which emotion it was, Hu Xingtong had no idea. Only the system hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness could see it all.