Ling Xu, Kong Xu, and Zixu stared at Qingxu, dumbfounded.
Weren't they in the middle of a contest?
Right before their eyes, he had forged an artifact—and even forged an... Immortal Artifact?
Was this real?
Ling Xu stared in disbelief at the "Immortal Sword" planted before him. It was brimming with the aura of the Great Dao. It really did look like an Immortal Sword!
They were utterly shaken. Even forging a Spirit Artifact qualified one as a master artifact refiner.
Then what did forging an Immortal Artifact make one?
More crucially, this artifact had been forged during their contest, right under their noses.
Ling Xu had already forgotten about the contest. He stared blankly at the Immortal Sword before him for a long while before finally asking, "How did you do it? Is this really an Immortal Sword? You're just giving it to me?"
Qingxu gave a scornful laugh. "Actually, I was boasting. This sword isn't an Immortal Sword. You and I aren't that close. How could I possibly bear to take out my good materials and forge an Immortal Sword for you?
Still, this sword carries your Sword Dao, so calling it an Immortal Sword isn't wrong... it's just that the material is too poor. The kind that will shatter after a single use!"
Ling Xu was disappointed at first, then flew into a rage.
Wasn't this treating him like a monkey to be toyed with?
Qingxu continued, "Go find some good materials and refine it yourself. Perhaps it will become an Immortal Sword. Think of it as... I've already fixed the artifact embryo for you. Improving it is your own business."
Ling Xu's cheek twitched. In the end, he still said, "Thank you!"
He put away the "Immortal Sword."
"Don't force yourself!" Qingxu snorted. "It wasn't as