The attendant’s words might have sounded arrogant, but considering this was the largest local Magical Artifact shop in the Daqi Cultivation World, his claim was actually quite reasonable.

After all, with such a vast number of Magical Artifacts, anyone would be overwhelmed by the choices. It was rare to find someone who disliked them all.

However, Song Qingxing had always been unconventional. He chose Magical Artifacts more with his "heart" than with his eyes.

Objectively speaking, the Magical Artifacts in the Celestial Weapon Pavilion, from their design to their quality, were all top-notch and truly worthy of the name "Celestial Weapon."

Unfortunately, in Song Qingxing’s eyes, these were no different from the sword he was clutching. ’One piece of junk is enough,’ he thought. ’Why would I need more?’

Song Qingxi had been feeling a bit disappointed, but when she heard they had better items hidden away, her eyes lit up. "Please, take us to see them."

"Please, follow me."

The attendant immediately led them to a middle-aged man. After he explained their request, the man’s brow furrowed, and he looked as if he was about to scold the attendant.

’The Pavilion’s prized treasures, are they for just anyone to see?’

But with Song Qingxi and her companions present, he had to maintain the Celestial Weapon Pavilion’s image and couldn’t lash out. Taking a deep breath, he said coolly, "Valued guests, while these ten treasures are of exceptional quality, their prices are steep—not much different from a standard Spiritual Artifact. Are you certain you wish to see them?"

’He’s trying to scare us off with the price.’

Song Qingxi’s elegant brows knitted together. "We’ve come all this way," she said, her tone level. "We can’t possibly leave empty-handed. We have some money to spare."

"Very well, then. Please, take a look." The middle-aged man sighed in resignation. With a wave of his hand, the wall behind him slid open, revealing ten neatly arranged Tier Two Low-Grade Artifacts.

Four of them were Sword Artifacts, each with a unique design. A faint Spiritual Light pulsed across their surfaces; a single glance was enough to make one exclaim, "What fine swords!"

In terms of quality, the artifacts displayed outside were indeed a far cry from these.

Even the worldly Chi Huo Old Ghost had to admit that these were exceptionally rare Magical Artifacts. He instinctively glanced toward the impassive Song Qingxing. ’I wonder which one this discerning young master will choose.’

Song Qingxing’s gaze swept across the four Sword Artifacts. Soon, his attention was captured by a long sword that was pitch-black from hilt to tip.

’This sword... it gives me a special feeling, one I’ve never gotten from any other Magical Artifact.’

Although he showed no outward sign, Song Qingxi had known him for years and understood at once. She turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "How much for that sword?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the sword, a strange look crossing his face. He frowned and said, "To be honest with you, this sword was retrieved from an underground ruin by one of our pavilion’s seniors. It’s had several buyers over the years, but every single one of them returned it because they were unable to refine it."

"This sword has been on display for over a hundred years, and no one has ever been able to refine it. The Pavilion Master only placed it here to fill out the collection. Perhaps you should choose another, my friends."

"Unable to be refined? How is that possible?" Song Qingxi frowned. Thanks to Song Changsheng’s example, she had been a voracious reader since childhood, yet this was the first time she had ever heard of a Magical Artifact that couldn’t be refined.

The middle-aged Steward sighed. "The matter once alarmed our own Pavilion Master, but even he couldn’t uncover its secrets."

"What a strange business. How about you pick a different one?" Song Qingxi said, turning her gaze to Song Qingxing.

Song Qingxing, in a rare moment, spoke. "No."

His reply was as terse as ever.

Seeing his resolve, Song Qingxi understood completely.

Her voice firm, she said, "No, we’ll take this sword. Name your price."

The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed. ’I was just giving them a friendly warning, but they didn’t appreciate the gesture.’

’Well, it’s no skin off my back. The merchandise is here to be sold. If some fool wants to take it off our hands, why stop them?’

"Since you are so determined, I’ll give you a discount. The sword is listed at twenty-five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. You can have it for twenty thousand."

"Done. The Spirit Stones are all in here. You can count them."

With the payment made and the goods received, the transaction was complete. Song Qingxi’s purse was now significantly lighter, but she was in high spirits. At the very least, she had helped Song Qingxing find a Magical Artifact he truly wanted.

She had always known that Song Qingxing wasn’t satisfied with his current sword; he was simply using it because there was no better alternative. She had quietly kept this wish in her heart, and now, it was finally fulfilled.

By this time, the middle-aged man had taken the sword down from its display.

The scabbard was pitch-black, engraved with intricate silver patterns. The hilt was wrapped in coils of some unknown, slender vine, making it feel exceptionally comfortable to the touch.

A rare fire burned in the depths of Song Qingxing’s eyes. He reached out and gently caressed the scabbard. Though his face remained as impassive as ever, his heart was racing with excitement.

He could clearly feel a voice from within the sword, calling to him, urging him to become one with it.

’This is a feeling I’ve never experienced before.’

Sensing Song Qingxing’s inner joy, Song Qingxi’s eyes curved into crescent moons. "Alright," she said happily, "we’ve spent most of our Spirit Stones, and Uncle should be back soon. Let’s head back to the inn and meet him."

Song Qingxing nodded slightly. With this sword in hand, the trip had already been more than worthwhile.

Just as they turned to leave, a rather smarmy voice piped up from behind them.