Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 110

Lin Beichen threw a wink at the little girl Bai Qinyun.

The latter immediately jumped out and presented her great, light blue two-handed sword, saying, “Let me first. I'll give it a name… Greatsword.”

Fan Zu'ang froze.

After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into laughter.

“Greatsword?

“What the h.e.l.l is this name?”

But obviously, Bai Qinyun had been brainwashed by Lin Beichen. She was very satisfied with the name. She raised up her neck as beautiful and curvaceous as a cygnet's and said loudly, “What are you laughing at? It's my sword, and I can call it whatever I want. This name is very good… Humph.”

Lin Beichen lowered his head.

“Innocent girl, I hope that when you know the name's implied meaning in the future, you will not regret it.”

After all, Fan Zu'ang was a master in forging swords who had seen much of the world. He calmed down, smiled slightly, displayed the technique of Sword Spirit Enlightening, and engraved the name on the large sword.

Soon, the engraving was done.

The word “Greatsword” was flas.h.i.+ng on the great, light blue two-handed sword.

Bai Qinyun held the hilt with both hands and infused her Mystery Energy into the great sword.

“Buzz!” “Buzz!” “Buzz!”

There was a slight sound of vibration coming from the sword body.

“What?”

A trace of surprise obscurely flashed across Fan Zu'ang's eyes.

With the infusion of Bai Qinyun's Mystery Energy, the great sword was actually s.h.i.+ning with blue and yellow colors. The radiance was flickering, and a faint buzz of the sword came out of the great sword.

The expressions of the people around changed dramatically.

“Eighty percent of the integrating degree?”

Fan Zu'ang was extremely surprised.

This value was even higher than that of Cao Potian's Heaven-Slas.h.i.+ng Sword.

A trace of gloom flashed across Cao Potian's face.

“My young friend, what's your name? Which big city do you come from?”

Among the elders, a thin and tall middle-aged woman with a pale face, like a phantom, directly came over to Bai Qinyun from her seat in a flash. With her eyes lighting up, she stared at the proud little girl, as if she had seen a rare treasure.

Lin Beichen recognized that the middle-aged woman was the one who had placed the great sword on the square stone table.

She was the creator of the sword.

“Her name is Bai Qinyun. She's a freshman from the Third College in Cloudy Dream City.”

Chu Hen stood up from his seat and answered on behalf of Bai Qinyun. He then asked, “President Lyu, is there anything wrong?”

The middle-aged woman President Lyu said, “Oh, it's okay. I just didn't expect to meet a young person who could awaken my sword to such a degree and integrate herself with it so well. Heh heh, she's promising. Dean Chu, when the sword test is over, I want to go to visit the Third College. Will it be convenient?”

Several thoughts flashed through Chu Hen's mind. With a smile on his face, he said, “Of course, you're the head of the Hai'an Branch of the Thousand-mile Chamber of Commerce and stay in an exalted position. It's a great honor for us to have you as a guest to the Third College.”

“Thank you a lot.”

The middle-aged woman then returned to her seat.

After Bai Qinyun awakened the long sword, she raised it over her head and hopped back to her seat, as if she had gotten a beloved toy. She loved it so much that she couldn't bear to let it go.

“It's your turn.”

She said to Lin Beichen.

The latter was holding the glowing L silver sword in his right hand, with the M silver sword in his left hand and the S silver sword hanging over his waist. He stood before Fan Zu'ang, cupped his hands together, and bowed, saying, “Okay, Master Fan. I'll call this sword… Virtue.”

“Virtue?”

Fan Zu'ang was stunned.

“What the h.e.l.l is this name?”

“p.i.s.s, it doesn't sound good at all.” Bai Qinyun, who was sitting on the seat, complained in disappointment. “How about calling it L Silver Sword. Oh, no, Great s.l.u.ttish Sword… It's also in line with the ident.i.ty and reputation of the pervert. Alas, Virtue? This pervert didn't know himself well. How could he call his sword Virtue?”

“There used to be a swordsmans.h.i.+p master who said that people tended to show off what they lacked,” said Cao Potian in a timely manner, “it seems that you also know that you are immoral. That's why you gave such an improper name for the sword.”

“Bah. You know nothing.”

Lin Beichen replied, “I'm a civilized person, and I've always liked to win people with virtue.”

Bai Qinyun was stunned.

Everyone around was also shocked.

Fan Zu'ang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, “So you're meaning that you're going to win others with the sword named Virtue?”

“Is there anything wrong?” Lin Beichen asked, as if it was a matter of course.

Fan Zu'ang's mouth twitched slightly.

He had named many swords, but it was the first time that he had seen such a weird name and such a strange master.

Without asking too much, the young master in forging sword began to display the technique of Sword Spirit Enlightening and engrave the name on the swords.

In the meantime.

Bai Haiqin seemed to have thought of something. He seemed indifferent, but in the depths of his eyes, a glimmer of indescribable light flashed and vanished.

On the opposite seat, Ding Sans.h.i.+ also remembered something. He slowly raised his corner of the mouth and wore an indiscernible smile, cursing in his heart, “This little b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

At this moment, Fan Zu'ang suddenly let out a cry.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

A thin layer of sweat actually oozed out of the forehead of the young master in forging sword. The Mystery Energy was powerfully surging around his whole body. His right index finger was like a red-hot iron bar, emitting the orange-red glow and slowly moving on the body of the L silver sword with extreme difficulty.

At this time, he had just written the second stroke of the simple word “virtue”.

“Why?”

His heart was in a state of turmoil.

When his teacher, Master Fan, taught him the technique of Sword Spirit Enlightening, he once said a secret: when the swordsman's will was connected to the will of the universe, and also when the sword's name was connected to the Greatest Truth, engraving the name on the sword would be severely hindered. Every stroke would make the engraver suffer a lot and feel as if he was bearing a large load while walking.

“Did this young man from Cloudy Dream City actually manage to arouse the spirit of the universe with a single word ‘virtue'?”

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He raised his head and shouted at Lin Beichen, “Just cooperate with me.”

“Huh?” Lin Beichen was a little confused. “What should I do?”

“The others didn't need to cooperate with you. Why am I so special?

“No.

“I just want to keep a low profile.”

“Hold onto the sword and inject your Mystery Energy into it.” Fan Zu'ang shouted straightforward.

Lin Beichen had to reach out to hold the hilt of the L silver sword and injected his Mystery Energy into the body of the sword.

The swords at this level were specially forged. It was certain that the sword contained the Mystery Mark Formations. Compared with the popular and standard Blue Bird Sword in the city, this kind of sword was of higher Mystery Energy conductivity, so the Mystery Energy could be injected into the swords in a very smooth way. Soon the Mystery Mark Formations in the sword were activated, followed by the silver light as bright as the moon.

And it was at this time that Fan Zu'ang felt that the engraving suddenly became very smooth.

He moved his finger.

He slowly and carefully engraved the name on the sword.

It was also at this moment that something unexpected happened.

“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”

Within 30 meters around Lin Beichen, everyone's sword suddenly vibrated and clanged, as if they were struggling to free themselves from the sheaths and flying toward the L silver sword whose name was about to be completely engraved.