Becoming a Monk

"On the trip to Venom Snake Valley, you damaged your own magic treasure protecting Little Junior Brother. Though these three treasured swords from our Big Bamboo Peak collection can't compare to the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, they're not much inferior either. Pick one! Consider it your reward!" Zhang Xiaofan said slowly when he saw the awkward expression on Yan Hui's face.

"I... this..." Yan Hui truly wanted the three treasured swords before him, and truly liked them too. What cultivator did not want a powerful magic treasure? But these three treasured swords were far stronger than the magic treasure he had used before, and far more precious as well. He felt somewhat embarrassed, and did not quite dare to choose.

After all, if Zhang Xiaofan had bestowed one on him, he would have accepted it, but now that he had taken out three immortal swords for him to choose from, it left him feeling somewhat overwhelmed by favor.

"It's fine! Of these three treasured swords, only this Soaring Edge has ever been used by us a few times. The other two are no worse, but since we've never used them, we don't know their exact condition." Seeing the conflicted look on Yan Hui's face, the corners of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth lifted slightly. He liked subordinates like this, who were not greedy and knew the rules.

"This... this... this is too precious! I... I'm only an ordinary sect disciple. Isn't this..." Yan Hui truly wanted one; his gaze had never left the three treasured swords. But he really did feel that what Zhang Xiaofan was giving him was far too precious, and he felt as if he was not blessed enough to accept it.

"It's all right! If you don't choose one, these three treasured swords will just keep sitting there.