Chapter 46 The Scorched Tail Sword Box (Part 2)

"It's more than just repair." Ling Wei's eyes were filled with reminiscence. "The jiaowei sword casket has three extraordinary features. First, it is impervious to water and fire—if you throw it into lava, the temperature inside remains unchanged; even if soaked in deep-sea cold springs, not a single drop of water will seep in. Second is its nurturing power; no matter how damaged a sword is, as long as it's placed inside, it can draw Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into the blade. Not only does it repair damage, but it also tempers the sword's body, making it more compatible with its owner's spiritual power."

As she spoke, she gently pressed the top of the sword casket. The thin crack slowly closed, and the red light faded away. The sword casket returned to its appearance as a piece of charred wood, with not even a hint of spiritual power fluctuations detectable.

Lin Yue tried to probe it with his own spiritual power. When his fingertips touched the wooden surface, his spiritual power felt as if it had crashed into cotton, with no feedback whatsoever.

"The third extraordinary feature is concealment." Ling Wei tapped her fingertip on the wood. "It can completely hide the spiritual aura of the items inside. Even if a Golden Core Cultivator probes it with spiritual sense, they would only think it's an ordinary piece of charred wood. If that Loose Cultivator just now had known the origin of this sword casket, he wouldn't have sold it to me even for three thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones."

Lin Yue looked at the jiaowei sword casket on the table, feeling his heart still pounding. He remembered the "Ancient Secret Treasures" mentioned in the Sect's archives; it turned out they really could be hidden among piles of ignored remnants. If not for Ling Wei's innate Wisdom Eye, this sword casket would likely have been burned as firewood by that Loose Cultivator or sold cheaply to someone who didn't know its value.

Ling Wei leaned close to Lin Yue's ear, her voice carrying a hint of irrepressible pride: "Take this sword casket back and give it to your second wife; she'll definitely be happy."

"Give it to Qingyuan? It's too precious..." Lin Yue had originally intended to do so, but being called out by Ling Wei made him feel a bit embarrassed.

"Your second wife has an innate sword bone and cultivates the Heaven-Burning Sword Intent." Ling Wei stuffed the sword casket into Lin Yue's arms and said softly, "This sword casket paired with the crimson flame skyfall sword in her hand is the perfect match!"

"The sword in her hand..." Lin Yue was stunned upon hearing this. "It's actually the crimson flame skyfall sword?" That sword was just something he had picked up from a pile of junk years ago for only three Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

He just hadn't expected that this broken sword would be one of the Nine Heaven-Burning Swords, the crimson flame skyfall sword.

Ling Wei said with confidence, "As soon as I entered your East Mountain Medicine Garden, I noticed the extraordinary nature of that sword. After all, if it were an ordinary Flying Sword, how could it withstand your second wife's Heaven-Burning Sword Intent?"

"You seem to know Qingyuan's situation very well, Junior Sister." Lin Yue spoke seemingly casually, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the sword casket. "You even know she cultivates the Heaven-Burning Sword Intent."

Ling Wei looked up, a mischievous smile flashing in her eyes as she spun the black jade piece around her finger. "Of your three wives, Senior Brother, which one is an ordinary person? Junior Sister A He's Azure Vine Mysterious Water Spiritual Root allows her to communicate with spiritual plants; she's a natural Spirit Plant Master. Junior Sister Luo Ningshuang's Innate Pill Body shows that the Baicao Valley's Legacy truly lives up to its reputation. As for Junior Sister Su Qingyuan..."

She paused intentionally, seeing the expectation in Lin Yue's eyes before continuing with a smile, "An Innate Sword Body paired with Heaven-Burning Sword Intent... that broken sword in her hands will sooner or later regain the majesty of the crimson flame skyfall sword."

"You certainly see things clearly, Junior Sister." Lin Yue's heart stirred. It turned out Ling Wei had long seen through the talents of the three women. To others, they were seen as cultivation trash, but only Ling Wei could see their true strength.

"My eye for identifying treasures can see not only objects but also people's talents." Ling Wei's tone was flat, as if she were stating the most ordinary fact. "As for you, Senior Brother... I can't see through you..."

While speaking, Ling Wei suddenly seemed to discover something and walked quickly toward a stall not far away piled with broken items—a sign next to it read 'Buy and sell as you please, no bargaining' in large characters.

Lin Yue followed quickly. He saw more than a dozen rusty bronze cauldrons and red iron pots on the stall. The stall owner was an oily-faced fat man who was wiping a bronze cauldron missing a leg with a cloth. He didn't even look up when the two approached.

Ling Wei's gaze swept over the copper pots and finally stopped on a green wood tripod half-buried in wood shavings in the corner. The cauldron was about two feet high, its surface covered with dark green patterns that looked like moss, and it was missing one leg.

"Boss, can I take a look at this green wood tripod?" Ling Wei was clearly very interested in this cauldron.

The fat stall owner glanced at Ling Wei and reminded her, "This cauldron isn't cheap. You'd better look at the price clearly. I have a rule of never bargaining when I sell things."

Lin Yue scanned the price tag, and it was indeed not cheap—it was selling for 1,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

"Yes, I'll buy it if I like it." Ling Wei crouched down, her fingertips gently brushing over the patterns on the cauldron. Under the touch of her spiritual power, the dark green patterns actually emitted a very faint glow.

Then she turned to Lin Yue and said, "This cauldron... is just right for your first wife, A He."

Among Lin Yue's three wives, A He was the youngest, but she was the first to engage in Dual Cultivation with him, so she became the first wife.

"Alright." Lin Yue didn't say much and directly took out 1,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch and handed them to the stall owner.

The stall owner was stunned; he hadn't expected the other party to be so straightforward.

As the two left the stall carrying the green wood tripod, the fat stall owner was still muttering behind them, "Where did this woman come from? Her eye is really something else... But that cauldron is missing a leg; how is she going to fix it?"

Once they were far away, Ling Wei said to Lin Yue, "That owner has some discernment, but he doesn't know the value of this cauldron. This is the ancient 'Taotie Cauldron'. Look at the patterns on the body; they are 'Spirit-Warming Runes', which can lock in the medicinal properties of spiritual food. Even if cooked for three hours, the Spiritual Qi in the spiritual rice won't dissipate. Doesn't Junior Sister A He excel at making spiritual food? Using this cauldron to steam spiritual rice or stew beast meat will double the nourishing effects. If the 'Taotie Cauldron' is refined into a Lifebound Treasure, it can even be used as a Magic Treasure in battle. It's just a pity it's missing a leg."

Lin Yue leaned in to look and indeed saw a faint green spiritual light flowing near the crack inside the cauldron's belly; it was actually self-repairing minor damage.

A sense of warmth gradually grew in his heart. Every item Ling Wei chose was with him in mind. This thoughtfulness was more touching than anything else.

The two continued walking. When they passed a stall piled with broken Pill Furnaces, Ling Wei stopped again.

Most of the Pill Furnaces on the stall were junk with missing lids or cracked bodies. There was only one half-person-high purple copper Pill Furnace, its body covered in charred pill-fire marks and its mouth still stained with solidified medicine residue. It looked like a piece of junk that had just been abandoned.

Ling Wei didn't speak; she walked around the Pill Furnace once and tapped gently on the charred area at the bottom with her fingertip.

The "thump, thump" sound was heavy, unlike the crisp sound of ordinary purple copper.

She suddenly condensed a wisp of spiritual power and injected it into a shallow mark on the bottom of the furnace—that seemingly ordinary mark actually glowed with a pale purple pill rune under the stimulation of spiritual power, faintly echoing the pill-fire patterns from when Luo Ningshuang performed Alchemy.