Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 15094 The Blacksmith Shop

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Xia Ming was speechless. This kid was really something else; he actually added something to the old turtle's healing pills.

I knew it! How could such a little monster be so easily taken advantage of? It must have some kind of scheme up its sleeve.

"Okay, just be careful. I was a bit too talkative. I thought you were one of those easy-to-bully young people."

Xia Ming smiled and stopped talking. The old tortoise, of course, knew nothing of this. It was carrying Ling Xiao and his group toward the blacksmith's shop, thinking to itself that as long as it had a chance, it would escape from the little demon's clutches and would never become its slave.

"But is it really okay? I feel like the little monster's smile is a bit scary?"

Shaking his head, the old tortoise dared not think too much. At this stage, it was best to save his life. The little pink rabbit hadn't even made a move yet, and he had almost been killed. He couldn't afford to offend either the human or the rabbit.

The Chishui River has returned to calm, with only the surrounding terrain distorted by the battle and the blood-red stains on the banks remaining.

Not long after they left, a figure appeared from afar and landed on the Chishui River.

Looking at the situation around the Chishui River, Hongmo frowned: "Old Turtle?"

There is no sound.

"Old turtle!"

He called out again, but still no sound came out.

"Since there's no body, the old tortoise shouldn't be dead. Could it be that the old bastard betrayed me and ran off with that kid?"

The Flood Demon's eyes became incredibly terrifying.

After a long silence, he coldly whispered, "Very well, kid, since you like to play, then let's continue. I want to see how much energy you have to play this killing game with me!"

After speaking, he took off and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The plan failed.

But Hong Mo was not discouraged. Over the years, he had done many things for revenge, most of which had failed. But so what? Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is to be discouraged after failure.

As long as you're not dead, you can continue.

He has a long life ahead of him, so what does a small setback matter?

……

At that time, Ling Xiao was sitting cross-legged on the old tortoise, cultivating.

The old tortoise obediently followed the route he indicated and did nothing inappropriate. Perhaps because the old tortoise was there, no strange beasts or monsters, big or small, dared to disturb them, so they had a very peaceful journey.

Little Pink was so bored that she simply fell asleep with the caterpillar, sleeping soundly and harmlessly.

But those who know Xiao Fen well know that when this little guy gets angry, he's much more formidable than Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and gently rubbed Xiao Fen's head.

Little Pink opened its eyes groggily: "Chirp?"

"Could I see your sword?"

Ling Xiao had always been very curious about what level of sword the snow-white longsword in Xiao Fen's hand was. It looked really sharp, and even seemed more terrifying than the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword. He couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer.

Xiao Fen yawned, rubbed her eyes, and with a casual wave of her hand, the snow-white longsword fell into Ling Xiao's hand.

"Huh? This isn't right. Shouldn't this sword be white? And pure white at that? Why does it look rusty now? Is this really the sword you used? It feels like you picked up some junk from an abandoned battlefield."

Ling Xiao was quite disappointed.

Little Pink seemed to understand Ling Xiao's meaning. Its little paws touched the longsword, and the longsword instantly turned completely white.

It turns out it wasn't because of the sword, but because of Little Pink's divine power attribute.

"Alright, I'll take a closer look, you weren't lying to me."

Ling Xiao began to try to infuse his body into the longsword, but to his disappointment, it looked like an ordinary longsword, with no sense of a divine sword at all.

"Take it, I don't want it!"

Ling Xiao returned the sword to Xiao Fen. He didn't know if the sword was truly ordinary or if he was simply incapable of understanding its magic.

Little Pink took the longsword with her tiny paws and put it away like a precious treasure.

"Chirp chirp!"

Xiao Fen rolled her eyes at Ling Xiao, as if to say that Ling Xiao didn't know what he was talking about.

Ling Xiao smiled wryly, feeling as if he had been looked down upon by a rabbit.

"You deserve it. You thought someone else's sword was good, so you wanted to take a look, but what happened? You couldn't understand anything. Did you really not see anything, or were you pretending?"

Xia Ming joked.

"I really didn't see that coming. Do I need to pretend? Little Pink isn't our enemy. That thing is too ordinary. It looks like a piece of junk we picked up."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

"Actually, I didn't notice either!"

Xia Ming said.

"No way, Xia Ming, your eyesight is much better than mine, how come you couldn't tell?"

Ling Xiao was somewhat shocked.

"Look at how shocked you are. She's just a little girl, not an old monster. How could she know so much? If this sword didn't have any special restrictions on it, it would really just be an ordinary iron sword. The reason it's so powerful is purely because of Little Pink's blessing."

Xia Ming said helplessly.

"If that's the case, then Little Pink is too powerful. Doesn't that mean she can kill everyone with just any sword, while I still have to rely on a divine weapon?"

Ling Xiao thought he had grown to a very strong level, but looking at it this way, he seemed to be a weakling.

"So, you're still quite weak, kid. You need to keep working on it and don't rest on your laurels."

Xia Ming said earnestly.

Ling Xiao agreed wholeheartedly and looked at Xiao Fen, asking, "Where did this sword come from? Did Grandpa Hong Qi give it to you? Or did you just pick it up from somewhere?"

Before Little Pink could speak, the caterpillar said in a muffled voice, "Let me tell you, this broken sword is what I picked up when I went out for a stroll and gave it to Little Pink. This guy never used a sword before; he used broken tree branches from the roadside to fight."

"That's so discouraging..."

Ling Xiao looked miserable.

Even a broken tree branch can unleash the power of a divine sword; I really do have a lot to learn, and I can only grow slowly.

The group continued on their way. This time, Ling Xiao was much quieter, focusing on his cultivation. Since he knew he was weak, he had to work harder.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, they saw a shop near the valley in the distance with a sign that read "Blacksmith Shop".

We don't know why there's a blacksmith shop in this desolate place.

But the location is right!

This should be the blacksmith shop that the Evil Insect King asked him to find.

"This place is really hard to find, but we've finally arrived."

Ling Xiao sighed, realizing he had taken many wrong turns in his search for this place.

He jumped off the old tortoise and leaped hundreds of meters away, arriving at the blacksmith's shop.

"Junior Ling Xiao has something to ask of me!"

However, the blacksmith's shop remained quiet, without any response. (End of Chapter)