After fighting the wolf beast's soul, Immortal Fairy Lin had not been injured, but being suddenly attacked by the wolf beast and forced to fight it in such a cramped space had still given her quite a fright.
Qin Fengming looked at the blue short blade in the female cultivator's hand. It was only about two feet long, and his gaze flickered slightly.
Patterns had been carved into the short sword. Beneath the shimmering blue fluorescence, those patterns seemed almost alive, as if tiny blue arcs of light, resembling Spirit Patterns, were flashing and winding through them.
This was an ancient blade. It should not have been something Immortal Fairy Lin had refined herself.
Most cultivators did not refine their own soul treasures. Since they rarely brought out their natal soul treasures against enemies, they were not particularly demanding about them.
Qin Fengming's own natal soul treasure, the Thunder Soul Pagoda, had not been refined by him either.
Immortal Fairy Lin's short blade was clearly extraordinarily sharp, making it suitable for close-quarters combat.
Weng Zhang's Soul Slaying Dagger was likewise suited to close-range attacks. It was just a pity that Qin Fengming was not currently in a physical body. Although he could find the incantation for refining the Soul Slaying Dagger in Weng Zhang's memories, he could not immediately refine Weng Zhang's dagger.
Qin Fengming was certain that the Soul Slaying Dagger was absolutely more suitable than Immortal Fairy Lin's Mother-Child Mandarin Duck Soul Sword for close combat against Yin souls and essence spirits.
"If my guess is correct, what Immortal Fairy Lin encountered just now was the trial for our ascent of the mountain. As long as we climb onto those protruding rocks, fierce beast souls, ghosts, and other entities may appear. Only after killing them can we continue