A Peerless Master of Pills and Weapons: My Sword Spirit Is My Master

Me, Yun Qinghuan, useless at both alchemy and crafting? What a joke!

The sect looked down on me, my senior fellow disciples mocked me, and even my master couldn’t be bothered with me, until I accidentally awakened the ancient sword that had gathered dust for ages and brought the spirit inside it back to life.

Ling Xuan, an ancient sword spirit, was as cold as ice. Yet when I ruined a batch of pills, he handed me a recipe, and when I botched a weapon, he showed me how to work the patterns.

“Master, they say I’m useless at both.”

He held the sword and stood protectively in front of me, his sword qi shattering the sect gates. “Qinghuan, I taught you. Who dares call you useless?”

From then on, flames from the alchemy furnace burned away every doubt, and the sword’s cry split the skies, crushing everyone’s contempt. Who would have guessed that behind this technically minded cultivator stood the greatest sword spirit master in the entire cultivation world!