"Cough, cough. Don't be fooled by how unimpressive this sword looks. It's a fine sword that I forged myself! Though it can't compare to the sharp sword inherited from the ancient lineage before, it's still a work of my heart and hand, and very comfortable to use. City Lord Xia, don't think you can really gain any advantage against this sword!" Xian Qing knew I had seen at a glance that this sword was nothing special. Unfortunately, his ancient sword had broken earlier, so he had no choice but to use this one. Of course, he still had to save face—at the very least, he couldn't let me look down on him.
"This is Senior Xian's Green Mountain Shines on Beauty! Looks like Senior Xian is serious this time!"
"That's right! Senior Xian will definitely be able to cut down the little thief!"
"A sword isn't necessarily better just because its quality is higher. City Lord Xia, you'd better be careful of our Ancestor Xian's Green Mountain Shines on Beauty this time!"
The group of Immortal cultivators behind him had still been dumbstruck by Xian Qing's earlier knockback, unable to utter a few words of flattery. But the moment they heard Xian Qing say this, they instantly began shouting as though they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Heh heh. Since Fellow Daoist Xian has brought out the treasured sword he's most comfortable with, I can't afford to underestimate you either. I'll change to another sword." I smiled and casually took out a Gold-Piercing Sword. This sword was currently neither the best nor the worst among those in my possession, but it was still much better than the sword Xian Qing had forged himself. If I claimed it was comfortable to use, others would believe me.
Moreover, once infused with