As the thought flashed through his mind, a Flying Sword of peculiar design appeared before Lu Xuan.
The Flying Sword was a dazzling gold, as if cast from pure gold. Its blade was extremely broad, and at the hilt was a peacock that seemed about to spread its wings and fly. On the sword's body, the faint phantom of a Four-Armed Bodhisattva surfaced. Unlike other Flying Swords, it did not have a sharp, keen edge; instead, it carried a solemn, dignified aura.
Lu Xuan's mind focused on the golden Flying Sword, and he immediately learned detailed information about it.
Peacock King Ming Sword, fifth-grade Flying Sword. It was said to have been forged from the peacock plumes of the mount serving under the Buddha Peacock King Ming of the Buddhist Realm. It could be refined into a magic treasure and possessed the traits of extinguishing all poisons, terrors, and disasters. It had an extremely powerful suppressive effect against evil spirits and demons.
"A fifth-grade Flying Sword. I've finally gotten myself a proper Flying Sword Magic Tool."
"Still, judging from the information prompt, the origins of this Peacock King Ming Sword seem extraordinary. A single plume could be forged into a fifth-grade Magic Tool. I wonder just how powerful that peacock was—and the Buddha who commanded it is even more unimaginable."
Thoughts drifted through Lu Xuan's mind. Holding the broad golden sword, he lightly swept it through the air. Golden Sword Qi shot out with sharp swishes, and the phantom of the Four-Armed Bodhisattva on the sword's body instantly became a bit more vivid. A solemn, holy power spread through the surrounding area.
"A fifth-grade Flying Sword, this broad, and from the Buddhist sect too. You can do some role-play with it. It suits you pretty well, you scummy sword sheath."