The Famous Sword is the Milky Way, the Two Women Clash for the First Time

Chapter 126 The Famous Sword is the Milky Way, the Two Women Clash for the First Time

Upon seeing this, Lan He's eyes flickered slightly.

He naturally knew that Ying Huanhuan was the reincarnation of the Ice Lord, and Jiang Yinyin was the reincarnation of the Lord of Life and Death. Legend has it that in ancient times, among the eight lords, the Lord of Life and Death was the eldest sister, and the Ice Lord was the youngest sister.

Although neither of them has awakened their memories, the deep bond between their souls probably makes them feel close from birth.

"What's your name?" Ying Huanhuan asked again, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"My name is Jiang Yinyin."

The little girl tilted her head and asked in return, "And you, big sister?"

"My name is Ying Huanhuan."

After exchanging names, the two looked at each other and laughed in unison, a laugh that was inexplicable yet exceptionally joyful.

Lan He watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, but said nothing more. Some destinies need no explanation.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hands.

"Let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and twenty broken longswords came out of his Qiankun bag and floated neatly in mid-air. They were the Heavenly Rank spiritual treasures he had obtained from the Sword Tomb.

Lan He formed hand seals, and his spiritual power surged forth like a tide, transforming into a ball of pitch-black spiritual fire that coiled around the longswords.

The first thing to do is to repair these longswords, both as practice and as preparation for refining celestial-grade spiritual treasures.

"The first step is to nurture the sword with the fire of the spirit, remove any remaining impurities, and awaken its dormant spirituality."

Lan He silently recited the key techniques he had learned from the old woman guarding the tower, manipulating the flames to slowly envelop the first broken sword. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

He stared intently and saw that the black flames were seeping into the sword like flowing water, and wisps of very faint gray-black aura were gradually rising from the surface of the sword. These were the mottled marks left by the erosion of time, as well as the mixed spiritual imprints left by the previous owner.

This process demands the utmost patience and precise control. Insufficient nurturing will prevent the sword from reaching its optimal state; excessive heat may damage the already fragile blade.

Time passed by, second by second.

The courtyard was quiet, and the three women watched intently, holding their breath.

After about an incense stick's time, the grayish-black aura on the surface of the broken sword gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm and restrained faint luster. Although the cracks on the sword were still visible, its overall aura was much purer than before.

Lan He nodded slightly, then turned to control another ball of spiritual fire, beginning to refine the prepared repair materials one by one.

"Meteorite iron essence can strengthen its hardness; deep-sea cold marrow can increase its toughness; flowing cloud crystal sand can cure its ailment—"

As each material was added, Lan He silently recited its function. Under his precise control, the various spiritual materials transformed into liquid essences of different colors, which, guided by his spiritual power, seeped into the cracks and defects of the sword.

Those originally shocking cracks slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

About half an hour later, the first longsword was repaired.

The sword hovered in mid-air, its entire body gleaming with a pale blue light. Though not at its peak, it had recovered about 70-80% of its power. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear, melodious sword cry, as if giving thanks for its rebirth.

Upon seeing this, Lan He nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

After breaking through to the Ninth Seal Heavenly Talisman Master level, his spiritual power greatly increased, and this amount of consumption was nothing to him. Without pausing, he raised his hand and summoned the second broken sword.

Two days later, twenty longswords floated neatly in mid-air, their sword light swirling and their sharpness fully revealed. Although some minor traces remained, they had already regained the power befitting a Heavenly-Rank Spiritual Treasure.

Lan He let out a long sigh of relief, his face slightly pale, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

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He raised his hand and waved it back into his Qiankun bag, then turned his gaze to Ying Huanhuan beside him.

"Next, it's time to refine it for you."

Ying Huanhuan's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from the stone bench, her little face full of anticipation.

Lan He said no more. With a thought, the request that Ying Huanhuan had secretly told him a few days ago came to mind.

A long sword similar in shape to the Tiangang Sword, with a slender blade and smooth lines, but the whole body should be sky blue.

She even leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Sky blue and gold go perfectly together, don't you think?"

Lan He immediately saw through the girl's little scheme; she simply wanted to use the sword to deliberately provoke Ling Qingzhu. However, since he had already agreed, he wouldn't go back on his word.

He raised his hand, and pieces of refining materials flew out of his storage bag, hovering in front of him. These included meteorite iron essence and deep-sea cold marrow.

Flowing Cloud Crystal Sand — There is also a fist-sized piece of azure stone, which is the main ingredient used to create the sky-blue color.

The flame of the spirit was rekindled.

This time, it's not about repairing, it's about creating.

This was Lan He's first time refining a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, adjusting himself to his optimal state. After a moment, he opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and inward, and his hands began to slowly form hand seals.

The spiritual fire first enveloped the azure stone, refining it into pure blue essence. Subsequently, materials such as meteorite iron essence, deep-sea cold marrow, and flowing cloud crystal sand were thrown into the fire in turn, transforming into streams of liquid light of various colors under the precise control of spiritual power.

Lan He gestured with both hands, and the flowing light slowly gathered in front of him, gradually outlining the shape of a long sword.

The sword is long and slender with smooth lines, and it does indeed bear a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to the Tiangang Sword.

While manipulating the sword to take shape, he also spared a wisp of his mind to take out a palm-sized jade box from his Qiankun bag.

As soon as the lid was opened, a chilling aura instantly filled the air.

Inside the jade box, a phantom image, entirely ice-blue and shaped like a small snake, slowly emerged. It was the demon spirit he had prepared beforehand, an ice-attribute demon beast at the eighth level of Nirvana, named the Ice Soul Serpent.

This demon spirit was found with Qi Lei's help, specifically prepared for Ying Huanhuan's sword.

The moment the demon appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees. Jiang Yinyin couldn't help but shiver and moved closer to Ling Qingzhu.

Lan He let out a low shout, and his spiritual fire surged suddenly, firmly enveloping the struggling, icy blue phantom and slowly pressing down on the sword body that was not yet fully solidified.

At the same time, he traced lines in the air with his fingertips, sending out a series of shimmering runes that imprinted themselves onto the point where the sword and the demonic spirit came into contact. These runes were the demonic spirit fusion method recorded in the Heavenly Crafting Record, capable of guiding the demonic spirit and the spiritual treasure to a perfect fusion, preventing any repulsion between the two.

The sword began to tremble violently, emitting a series of low hums. The icy blue phantom of the demon spirit and the sky-blue light of the sword intertwined and gradually merged.

The demon's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and wisps of icy blue light flowed across the surface of the sword, spreading throughout the entire longsword like blood vessels, infusing it with spirituality.

"melt!"

Lan He let out a soft shout and suddenly clasped his hands together.

The icy blue phantom of the demonic spirit let out a silent hiss, then transformed into a dazzling stream of light and completely disappeared into the sword.

"Clang!"

A clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out, its sound like flowing ice spring or the cry of a phoenix in the heavens, echoing throughout the entire courtyard.

The longsword rose into the air on its own, bursting forth with a dazzling sky-blue light. The light was so intense that it almost dyed the entire courtyard blue, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

Amidst the light, icy mist swirled faintly on the sword's blade, and fine ice crystals condensed in the surrounding air, fluttering down in a dreamlike display of beauty.

That aura had clearly reached the level of a Heavenly Rank Spiritual Treasure, and was even faintly approaching the threshold of the middle level of the Heavenly Rank.

The light lasted for about ten breaths before slowly receding, revealing the true form of the longsword.

The sword is long and slender with smooth lines, its entire body displaying a pure and deep sky blue, as if a piece of the sky has been frozen within it. A faint mist of ice swirls across the surface, the power bestowed upon it by the Ice Serpent Spirit. The guard is square, the hilt rounded, and the grip is engraved with fine, non-slip grooves—every detail reveals meticulous craftsmanship.

Ying Huanhuan stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

"What a beautiful magical treasure!"

Jiang Yinyin, standing to the side, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, her large eyes filled with envy. Although she had seen many magical treasures, she was still captivated by this longsword, which was entirely sky blue and shimmering with iridescent light.

Ying Huanhuan then came to her senses and rushed forward, carefully reaching out to grasp the sword hilt.

The cool touch came from the palm of the hand, and the sword trembled slightly, emitting an affectionate hum, as if welcoming its master.

"That's great! That's great!"

Ying Huanhuan was captivated by the sword, gently waving it in the air. As the sword light swirled, wisps of icy mist rose, tracing graceful blue arcs through the air. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it, her face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

Suddenly, her eyes darted around, glancing at Ling Qingzhu not far away, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Senior brother, what's the name of this sword?" she asked deliberately.

Lan He smiled slightly: "Come and get it."

Ying Huanhuan tilted her head, pretended to think for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "I've got it! Let's call it the Heavenly River Sword!"

She emphasized the words "Tianhe" very much, and glanced at Lanhe almost imperceptibly, after all, her senior brother's name did have the character "He" in it.

"My senior brother's Heavenly Gang Sword and my Heavenly River Sword are such a perfect match!"

She said with a grin, then turned to Ling Qingzhu, "Sister Qingzhu, don't you think so?"

Ling Qingzhu's eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at her indifferently.

That glance was very light, yet it made Ying Huanhuan feel inexplicably guilty.

"They are indeed a good match." Ling Qingzhu spoke slowly, her voice still cold. "But I've heard that the Big Dipper and the Milky Way are adjacent, yet they are ultimately on opposite sides, gazing at each other from afar."

She paused, looked at Lan He, and a faint smile seemed to appear on her lips: "Unlike some swords, which accompany you day and night, never leaving your side."

Ying Huanhuan's smile froze.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found herself speechless.

Lan He couldn't help but chuckle, coughed lightly, and turned his face away.

Jiang Yinyin watched with great interest, her big eyes darting around. Although she didn't quite understand what they were saying, she found it very interesting.

Ling Qingzhu remained calm, as if she had just spoken casually. She turned and walked to Lan He, her cool demeanor melting away like spring snow, suddenly transforming into gentleness.

She raised her hand and gently straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, her movements tender and natural, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

"Are you tired?" Ling Qingzhu asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

Ying Huanhuan bit her lip, looked at the Tianhe Sword in her hand, then at Ling Qingzhu who was looking at Lan He with tenderness, and after holding back for a long time, she finally managed to say, "————Sister Qingzhu is so good at talking."

Ling Qingzhu continued working without turning her head, simply replying, "You flatter me."

She straightened Lan He's clothes before standing up, her gaze sweeping indifferently over Ying Huanhuan: "If there's nothing else, Junior Sister Huanhuan, you should go back to cultivate as soon as possible. Relying on pills to break through to the Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm is ultimately not a beautiful thing."

Ying Huanhuan's face stiffened.

She gripped the Heavenly River Sword tightly, wanting to say something, but found herself unable to refute it at all.

Ling Qingzhu's words were perfectly watertight. On the surface, she was concerned about her cultivation, but in reality, she was pointing out that her cultivation was inferior to the other party's, and that even this breakthrough was only due to the Tribulation-Crossing Pill given by Lan He.

A breakthrough achieved through elixirs leaves the foundation unstable.

I am not good enough for my senior.

She didn't say a word of these words, but Ying Huanhuan understood them perfectly.

But what they said was true.

Ying Huanhuan bit her lip, her eyes slightly stinging, but she stubbornly held back her tears. She stomped her foot angrily, turned around, and left.

"snort!"

As she walked out of the courtyard, she quickened her pace, and the grievance on her little face gradually turned into resentment.

"What's with the attitude!"

She gritted her teeth, muttering to herself, "You're only acting so arrogant because you're with your senior brother right now! Wait until you return to the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, then let's see how cocky you are!"

"In the end, my senior brother will still be mine!"

Thinking of this, she looked down at the Tianhe Sword in her hand. The sky-blue blade gleamed softly in the sunlight, making it quite beautiful.

Ying Huanhuan's grievances immediately dissipated.

Holding her sword, she couldn't help but smile slightly: "Anyway, I'm in the Dao Sect, so I see my senior brother every day!"

After Ying Huanhuan left, the courtyard finally quieted down.

Lan He smiled helplessly, shook his head, and looked at Ling Qingzhu:

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Why are you angry with her?

Ling Qingzhu looked up at him, her expression still calm, but a faint smile flickered in her eyes: "When did I anger her?"

Lan He chuckled: "Still not angry? Every word you said hit the nail on the head."

Ling Qingzhu turned her head slightly, her tone still cold: "I'm just telling the truth."

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Looking at her like this, Lan He understood that this aloof young palace master also had her own little quirks.

He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her into his embrace.

Ling Qingzhu leaned on his shoulder without saying a word, only a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Sunlight streamed down, a gentle breeze blew, and the two embraced quietly.

Lan He looked down at her slightly trembling eyelashes and couldn't help but want to get closer.

"Brother Lanhe".

A childish voice suddenly rang out, breaking the idyllic scene.

Lan He froze.

Ling Qingzhu was also slightly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. She then straightened up from his embrace, her gentle expression instantly vanishing, replaced by her usual coldness.

Lan He turned his head and saw Jiang Yinyin lying on the stone steps, her hands supporting her cheeks, her big eyes blinking as she looked at them, her face full of innocence.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

Blue River:

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Ling Qingzhu turned her face away, her ears burning slightly.

Lan He coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Yinyin, could you go out for a bit? I have something to say to your sister Qingzhu."

Jiang Yinyin tilted her head and asked seriously, "What kind of things do you need to avoid mentioning to Yinyin? Are you having a baby?"

Lan He almost choked on his breath.

Why is this little girl so direct?

Ling Qingzhu's ears turned even redder, but she still forced herself to maintain a cool and aloof demeanor, only her gaze drifted elsewhere, not daring to look at anyone.

Lan He took a deep breath, stood up, walked over to Jiang Yinyin and squatted down, deciding to change the subject: "Yinyin, I'm going to visit your Eagle Martial Arts Academy in a while."

Jiang Yinyin blinked: "Are you coming to play with us?"

"It's not just about playing."

Lan He smiled and reached out to rub her head. "I have something to do when I come back this time. I'm going to take you to the Dao Sect."

Jiang Yinyin was stunned: "Dao Sect?"

"Yes." Lan He nodded. "There are some things I need you to do."

Jiang Yinyin looked at him as if she understood, and after a moment, she nodded obediently: "Okay, Yinyin will listen to Brother Lanhe."

Lan He smiled and ruffled her hair again: "Sweetie, go find your sister first, I'll come pick you up in a few days."

"Mmm!" Jiang Yinyin jumped down from the stone steps and skipped out of the courtyard.

Before leaving, she glanced back and waved with a grin, "Brother Lanhe, you guys continue! Yinyin didn't see anything!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Blue River:

"————"

Ling Qingzhu, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Lan He gritted his teeth and said, "That little girl did it on purpose, ruining my plans—I'll teach her a lesson sooner or later."

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