"A Spirit Weapon?"
Hearing Yan Wuyuan's words, Yi Yang froze for a moment.
His mind rapidly ran through the weapon grades he knew martial artists used.
From crude blades made in ordinary smithies to the fine weapons used by Patrol Guards, then to the keen blades and premium keen blades that Inner Qi Realm experts fought over.
Above keen blades were treasure artifacts.
Tie Chongshan had mentioned before that even the poorest treasure artifact was beyond the reach of an ordinary True Astral Realm expert.
The Tiger Roar in his possession was only a premium keen blade.
But the term Yan Wuyuan had uttered was not treasure artifact.
It was Spirit Weapon.
Yi Yang had spent months poring over records in the Archive Hall and had visited the fourth and fifth floors of the Armory, yet he had never seen the term "Spirit Weapon" in any record.
Yan Wuyuan shifted her gaze from the black saber to Yi Yang's face.
Her amber eyes held an expression Yi Yang was not particularly familiar with.
It was neither her usual languor nor the lofty air she wore when sizing up a subordinate.
With a hint of scrutiny in her tone, she said slowly:
"A Spirit Weapon is an existence above a treasure artifact."
"Spirit Weapons possess spirituality of their own and can connect with their owners' minds. Once one truly acknowledges its master, the wielder need only think, and the weapon will cooperate in channeling force, increasing its power."
She paused and tapped the armrest with a finger.
"You could count everyone in Great Yu capable of forging Spirit Weapons on one hand. Every one of them is an illustrious master smith, with standing equal to a martial grandmaster."
Yi Yang lowered his head to look at Mysterious Abyss lying across his