'Anything can happen in the Cultivation World... There have been legends of boys with low-grade aptitude soaring to greatness, forging Golden Cores or even Nascent Souls, then living freely and ascending to immortality!'
Fang Xing looked at Chen Yi, countless thoughts swirling through his mind.
Who would have thought that, in his old age, this man would finally stumble upon a stroke of fortune!
If Chen Yi and Fu Qing had fallen out over such an opportunity, then it made perfect sense.
Yet outwardly, he gave nothing away. "You want to thank me? Did you bring a gift?"
Chen Yi froze, clearly at a loss in the face of Fang Xing's bluntness.
Fortunately, he was no ordinary man. After only a brief pause, he smiled lightly. "Naturally!"
Whoosh!
A flash of light.
Fang Xing watched Chen Yi pat his waist, and a long sword appeared amid a flash of light in the living room!
The sword was three feet and three inches long, entirely black. Its blade was slightly broader than the Danqing Sword's, with sharpened edges on both sides.
Merely looking at it made Fang Xing feel a faint sting in his eyes.
"A Storage Bag? You actually have a Storage Bag? And... could this be a Blood Refined Magic Item?"
Fang Xing was genuinely surprised.
This Storage Bag was naturally not the one from the Auction, but it was still far from ordinary.
Even the cheapest Storage Bag was worth several thousand Spirit Stones!
And this sword, clearly a Blood Refined Magic Item, had to be worth at least a hundred Spirit Stones!
"This sword is called Ink Pattern. I'm giving it to you, fellow Daoist."
Chen Yi smiled freely and handed the Ink Pattern Sword to Fang Xing.
"Fine sword!"
Fang Xing accepted it and estimated that