Jiang Hao refined the Thunder Flame Sword, leaving Li Yingqi astonished.
Lian Xing was even more bewildered. Although he did not like the Thunder Flame Sword, it had followed him for more than ten years. In truth, Jiang Hao was even more surprised than the two of them.
He had merely casually poured a stream of immortal power into it, yet he had so easily refined the Thunder Flame Sword, Shushan's supreme treasure.
Why?
Jiang Hao could not figure it out either.
"Great Martial Uncle, you took my sword. What am I supposed to do now?" Lian Xing asked with a miserable expression.
After thinking briefly, Jiang Hao looked toward Sword Mountain. "Come on. I'll take you to Sword Mountain and help you choose another sword."
"What if there isn't one?" Lian Xing asked.
"Then I'll personally forge you an immortal sword of immortal-artifact grade," Jiang Hao promised.
With his current strength and the Sky Blue Ice Flame, forging a low-grade immortal-artifact flying sword would not be difficult.
Lian Xing immediately brightened. "Alright, alright. As long as I have a sword, that's enough."
He had been unable to refine the Thunder Flame Sword for over ten years. He might as well find another one. Watching Shushan disciples fly on swords every day had made him incredibly envious.
Jiang Hao brought Li Yingqi and Lian Xing to Sword Mountain. Sword Mountain was an important site of Shushan, where the flying swords of generations of Shushan disciples were stored. Once a Shushan disciple reached the Foundation Establishment stage, they could come to Sword Mountain in search of an opportunity.
If they were fortunate enough to obtain an immortal sword, their strength would immediately soar. Thus, countless legends had been left behind at Sword Mountain.
The three of them circled Sword Mountain dozens