I, Yun Qinghuan, am both a waste of alchemy weapons? Joke!
The sect despised me, my senior brothers mocked me, and even my master was too lazy to care about me—until I accidentally activated the dusty ancient sword and awakened him in the sword.
Ling Xuan, the ancient sword spirit, was as cold as ice, but he handed me the elixir recipe when I was refining the useless elixir, and pointed out the lines when I forged a broken weapon.
"Master, they say I am useless."
He held his sword in front of me to protect me, and the sword energy shattered the mountain gate: "Qing Huan, I taught you, who dares to say no?"
From then on, the alchemy furnace burned away all doubts, and the sword roared through the air and crushed contempt - who would have thought that behind my level of skill, there stood the best sword spirit master in the whole world of cultivation!
