"Fifth-grade magic tool!"
"And a special magic tool targeting the divine soul!"
Lu Xuan was overjoyed. Though the Thorn God Cone in his hand had a single function, its effect was extremely powerful.
Divine-soul-type magic tools were exceedingly rare. Once used, they caught people off guard and were difficult to defend against.
"That's one more fifth-grade treasure."
"The Voidsky Nightmare Eye, which excels in Illusion Arts and can scout over a large area; the Pure Yang True Fire Talisman, with its utmost yang, utmost rigid Pure Yang True Fire; the space-type treasure Gluttony Insect Pouch; and now this fifth-grade Thorn God Cone. I imagine plenty of true disciples in the sect would find it hard to have wealth like mine."
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Lu Xuan's mouth.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
With a thought, Lu Xuan summoned Fat Bird over. Communicating with it through Spiritual Sense, he arrived outside Sword Hall in less than half a quarter of an hour.
Passing through the Sword Qi restriction, he arrived on a towering mountain peak that pierced the clouds and was shaped like a sharp sword.
Lu Xuan settled Fat Bird in place. Naturally, Sword Hall disciples came over to lead Fat Bird away; he only needed to pick it up afterward.
"Shen Shixiong."
Lu Xuan found Shen Ye and greeted him aloud.
"Junior Brother Lu, you're here."
Shen Ye wore a smile and spoke gently.
"May I trouble Shixiong to take me to the Sword Pool?"
"Of course." Shen Ye nodded and led Lu Xuan into a vast hall.
Seven or eight Sword Hall disciples were already waiting inside the hall. Some held swords, some carried sword cases on their backs, and every one of them had an extraordinary bearing.