Lin Xuan pushed open the door and found an unfamiliar girl standing outside.
"You are?" Lin Xuan thought for a moment and realized that he didn't know the girl.
"Excuse me. Do you know how to repair weapons?" the girl said with a red face. "The senior brother from the Mission Hall sent me here. He said that only you can repair it."
"Chen Dazheng?" Lin Xuan was enlightened. "There's more contribution points to earn!"
"Come in!" he said with a smile.
The girl blushed as she walked into Lin Xuan's hut. Then, she stood there nervously, unsure of where to place her hands. All she could do was grip the corner of her clothes tightly.
Take out your weapon and let me take a look. Lin Xuan sat down and looked like he was working seriously.
The girl handed over the sword by her waist and looked at it nervously. Her black gem-like eyes didn't blink, afraid that she would miss something.
Lin Xuan took a careful look and realized that it wasn't an ordinary sword, but a treasured artifact. There were inscriptions engraved on it, but they were blocked.
"It's actually a treasured artifact?" From the looks of it, this girl was no ordinary person.
The next moment, he seemed to think of something and said inwardly, "Uncle Drunkard, it's time for you to shine!"
"Xiao Xuanzi, what are you up to now?" Lord Alcohol said bluntly.
"Hehe, don't you know how to nurture swords? Why don't you teach me?" Lin Xuan said.
Lord Alcohol rolled his eyes. "Don't you always brag that you are a disciple of Sword Pool Manor and that you have high attainments in weapon nurturing? Why are you interested in my techniques?"
Lin Xuan lampooned inwardly. For this girl to have a treasured artifact, she likely had a special identity. He didn't want to expose his identity in weapon nurturing techniques like what had happened with Elder Fang. However, he wouldn't tell Lord Alcohol that.
"Didn't you call yourself Sword Absolute? Were you lying?" Lin Xuan curled his lips.
"Nonsense. Kid, how dare you doubt me!" Lord Alcohol knew what Lin Xuan was up to, but he said angrily, "I'll let you know what a real Weapon Nurturing technique is!"
Lord Alcohol's voice was filled with anger, but his heart was blooming with joy. Haha, Xiao Xuanzi, inherit my mantle and bring my inscription skills to greater heights!
"Listen up. My inscription technique can not only nurture weapons, but after you master it, it can also raise the grade of weapons. It might even be possible for you to refine weapons!" Lord Alcohol began imparting his ultimate technique.
When the young girl saw that Lin Xuan had been silent for a long time, her heart sank. She whispered, "Senior Brother, can you fix it?"
Lin Xuan acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He kept his head down and didn't say anything.
The girl's face fell. She bit her finger and was about to summon the courage to take back her sword when she saw Lin Xuan move.
His slender fingers moved as he drew strange runes on the sword. Furthermore, he flicked the sword from time to time, causing the sword to emit crisp sounds.
Lin Xuan's movements were abnormally agile. There was an indescribable charm to his movements that made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
After a long time, Lin Xuan flicked the sword again and completed the repair. The young girl was startled awake as she looked at Lin Xuan with a blushing face.
"It's fixed." Lin Xuan handed the sword over. Thirty contribution points.
"Ah?" The girl was taken aback before she understood. However, her face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.
"I, I …" The girl nervously rubbed her hands. "I don't have that many contribution points."
"Why don't I owe it to you first? I'll return it to you when I have enough," the girl whispered.
Lin Xuan frowned slightly. "Did I guess wrong? Aren't you a rich second-generation heir?"
Seeing that the girl's expression didn't seem to be faking it, Lin Xuan laughed. "I'm just kidding. It's free service, no charge!"
"Really?" The girl's blushing face lit up. She said happily, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
"Don't call me Senior Brother. My name is Lin Xuan. What about you? "
"Yin Qingyi," the girl said softly.
"Yin Qingyi …" Lin Xuan was slightly stunned. "You're from the Qingyi Association?"
"No, no. It's just someone with the same name." The girl was obviously shocked.
"If you have any problems with your sword in the future, come and find me. It's free service," Lin Xuan said with a smile.
Yin Qingyi stole a glance at Lin Xuan. Her small face also revealed a smile. She thanked him again and left.
Lin Xuan stood outside the door, looking at Yin Qingyi's back with a smile. Just as he was about to go back, a disciple beside him suddenly teased him. "Brother Xuan, if you can't bear to, go after her!"
"Go after her, my ass! She's here to repair her weapon! "Lin Xuan jokingly scolded.
"F * ck! Brother Xuan, you know how to repair weapons? "The nearby neighbors poked their heads out. These youths were all unaffiliated and didn't join any groups. However, they admired Lin Xuan very much, so they had become familiar with him over the past few days.
"Brother Xuan, help me take a look!" Someone took out his weapon.
Lin Xuan didn't reject anyone. He was familiar with Lord Alcohol's inscription techniques. He realized that Lord Alcohol's technique was very unique. It wasn't a common mainstream technique, but the effects were surprisingly good.
"Uncle, I didn't expect you to have some skills!" Lin Xuan praised in his heart.
"Xiao Xuanzi, call me Master! I'll teach you my unique skills! "Lord Alcohol said angrily.
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Within a few days, most of the people in the dormitory district knew that there was a youth who knew how to repair weapons in South District Hut 25. Many disciples went there out of admiration.
Three days before the inner sect selection, a group of youths arrived in front of Lin Xuan's hut 25.
"F * ck! It's a disciple from the East District! "The nearby disciples whispered.
The East District was different from the South District. The South District belonged to the commoners. Everyone had a hut next to each other. Other than that, there was nothing else. The East District was different. It was definitely a place where only the rich and powerful could live.
There were independent courtyards with specialized training rooms. Some of them were even equipped with bamboo forest guards. These were definitely not something that ordinary youths could imagine.
The group of youths escorted a young girl to Lin Xuan's hut with arrogance on their faces.
"Lin, come out quickly!" A youth shouted.
After shouting a few times, they realized that there was no movement in the hut in front of them. The youth coldly snorted and pushed the door open.
The hut was empty. There was no one inside.
"Are you looking for Brother Xuan?" Lin Xuan's left neighbor, Ding Xiaopeng, said, "Wait a moment. Brother Xuan will probably be back at noon."
"What? You want us to wait for him? "These people said disdainfully." Kid, are you familiar with this Lin Xuan? Hurry up and find him. Our time is precious! "
"Brother Xuan left early in the morning. I don't know where he went." Ding Xiaopeng whispered.
"F * ck you. If I tell you to look for him, then go look for him. Why are you spouting so much nonsense!" The youth slapped Ding Xiaopeng's face.
Ding Xiaopeng's body was sent flying. He covered his face, tears of pain welling up in his eyes.
"What right do you have to hit him?" The nearby youths couldn't stand it anymore.
"Aiyo, you want to rebel?" The group of youths disdainfully said, "I came to your South District to give you face. This Lin Xuan actually dares to make us wait for him. He's simply reckless!"
"What right do you have to hit him? What right do you have to talk about Brother Xuan!" These youths refused to accept it. They were all young and vigorous, so they naturally couldn't tolerate this kind of thing.
"What, you don't accept it?" The youth laughed, "Attack! Beat them until they're convinced! "
Immediately, four or five youths from the East District pounced forward …
Lin Xuan went to Elder Fang's place in the morning to repair some weapons and earned a lot of contribution points. He hummed a little tune as he returned to the South District. However, he found that the atmosphere was a little strange.
Normally, at this time, this group of people should have run out to discuss martial arts with him. Why didn't anyone come out today?
Just as he was thinking, he heard a cry of surprise, "Brother Xuan is back!"
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