I Listened to the Last Words of the Magical Instrument at the Immortal Gate

The Xibingyuan of Qingxuanzong's outer gate specializes in collecting blood-stained residual utensils, old utensils without owners, and items sealed in forbidden areas. Chang Qing is the lowest-level handyman here. He originally thought that the most he could do in his life was to wash weapons and run errands. If he died on a mining slope, on a post road, or outside a restricted area, no one would take a second look. Until senior brother Xu Zhaochuan died. The sect said that he stole forbidden weapons and fell off a cliff in fear of crime. But Chang Qing touched the magic weapon that he handled before his death, and what he heard was something else. Because he can hear the remnants of the magic weapon. "Don't remember my name" A changed belonging, A page of accounts that doesn't match up, a new card that shouldn't be dealt, They all told him: Xu Zhaochuan did not die in an accident, but hit a line that he shouldn't have touched. Going up this line is the dirty laundry of Qingxuan Sect's outer sect; Looking outside, there are old documents and road guides from the Prefecture's Artifact Collection Department; Going deeper, there are ancient ways, relics of ancient gods, and high-ranking remnants that the current immortal way refuses to acknowledge. In this world where sects, state capitals, clans, and legal contracts work together to maintain order, People can die, utensils can be washed, accounts can be changed, and names can be cancelled. But those echoes in the magic weapon that refuse to disperse may not disappear along with it.