Fu Ling'er didn't know that Wanqi Yuan had gone into seclusion. She was at the critical moment of refining the weapon.

Using the power of the contract, Xiao Zi was summoned back. As soon as Xiao Zi appeared in the space, he saw Sister Ling refining a weapon, and he immediately felt the pull of power. At this moment, the sky above Sister Ling was already covered with dark clouds, and a thunderstorm was brewing. Since Fei Fei recovered, the space has become a world of its own, and it can already gather thunderstorms. However, Fu Ling'er is still used to bothering Xiao Zi. With him around, she feels at ease. It's all because the feeling of going through the back door is too good.

Here, Xiao Zi's mind flashed, and he immediately turned into a purple-level sky thunder and appeared in the sky.

With a "whoosh..." sound, he struck down fiercely at the furnace.

All that was heard was a clanging sound from inside the cauldron, and the long sword inside seemed to be struggling, hitting the wall of the cauldron.

Then came the second and third thunderbolts...

When the cauldron returned to calm, Fu Ling'er knew that the Sword of Killing Evil was completed.

With one palm, he opened the lid of the tripod, and a dark red long sword flew out. There were three long diagonal lines engraved on the sword body, which were blood grooves, which had the function of absorbing evil spirits. On the hilt of the sword, there were runes of the evil-killing formation specially engraved by Fu Ling'er, which increased the power of the evil-killing sword, which was also a major selling point.

Because the long sword itself is added with the soul-locking stone of the evil-killing beast and the beast pill of the stone-skinned beast, these two things are the nemesis of evil.

The long sword vibrated slightly and stood upright in front of Fu Ling'er. She knew that the sword spirit was just born and was still in a confused stage about everything.

At this moment, its expression was like a child, looking at Fu Ling'er curiously.

Originally, Fu Ling'er was reluctant to auction off the artifact with the sword spirit. After all, this was an extremely rare treasure, and artifacts with sword spirits were even rarer, so their value was simply inestimable.

However, just as she was hesitating, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. A newly born sword spirit might not have too amazing killing power. Although it has a certain power, compared with those sword spirits that have experienced years of precipitation and are powerful, this newborn sword spirit is obviously still a little immature.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'er's heart could not help but move. On the contrary, if this artifact was auctioned, it might cause a big uproar. For all cultivators, owning an artifact with a sword spirit is definitely a dream come true.

For the auction house, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once this artifact is put on the auction table, it will surely attract the attention of many noble families and may even trigger a fierce bidding war. By then, not only will the auction house make a lot of money, but Qiankun Hall will also become famous and the focus of everyone's attention.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'er was no longer reluctant to part with it. She grabbed the long sword and it immediately returned to her hand. She admired it for a moment, then inserted it into the scabbard that had been prepared long ago. A sword that exuded a mysterious and majestic aura was completed.

"Sister Ling, what kind of sword did you refine this time? It looks very intimidating!"

"Evil-Slaying Sword, fourth-grade divine product, how is it, is it powerful?"

"What? A fourth-level divine artifact? Sister Ling, you are wasting a natural treasure! Sister Ling, do you really want to go to such lengths? Are you willing to sell a fourth-level divine artifact like this? How about exchanging it with Ling You and the others?"

"What for? I'll upgrade their magic weapons when I have time. This is the key to the auction house's success. Okay, I know what to do."

Fu Ling'er swung the sword and made a sword flower, then swung it out fiercely. The sword automatically flew back to the weapon storehouse and was placed on Lan Qi.

"Tell me, what's going on outside? Where's Wanqi Yuan? What is he doing?" Fu Ling'er said as she stretched her limbs and waist. It took her more than a month to refine the Zhuxie Sword. She had been concentrating her mental power and had never relaxed. Now that she relaxed, she felt quite tired.

"Sister Ling, the main hall of Qiankun Hall and the dormitory building for the disciples have been completed. The main frames of the halls have also been built. The renovation of the auction house in Qingshui Town is also nearing completion. I heard from Brother Yunchen that he has also bought a mansion in the southern part of Qingshui Town. Sister Ling can go and have a look when you have time. Also, Brother Yuan is in seclusion and he said that he has found the barrier to breakthrough. I believe that he will be promoted to the next level in no time." Xiao Zi reported everything he could think of to Fu Ling'er in one breath, and then he thought of something and continued,

"Oh, by the way, Sister Ling, the two crazy gods have recovered. The day before yesterday, Brother Mingfei had them officially join Qiankun Palace, and they have all taken the oath. Brother Mingfei asked you when you can go and see them. Those two are like two bombs that can explode at any time. Everyone living in the dormitory is panicking."

"Really? Then we have to go check it out. OK, I got it. I'll go and rest for a while. You go and tell Mingfei to bring the person here tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Sister Ling, I'll go find Brother Mingfei right away," Xiao Zi responded, and then flashed away from the space.

Fu Ling'er quickly left Qiankun Palace and went to the resort.

Standing at the loft of Canglanxuan, looking in the direction of the Time Flow, she could see nothing. But she could tell who was there just by sensing it.

At this moment, the black and white forces in Wanqi Yuan's body were entwined and circulating throughout his body. His breath was steady and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

She withdrew her gaze, stretched, yawned loudly, turned back to the bedroom, threw herself heavily onto the soft big bed, buried herself in the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

A dreamless night.

It was not until Feifei reminded her to go out and see patients that she lazily appeared in Xiaoyaoju.

After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by Bai Yu, she went to the tea room on the first floor.

Qin Mingfei, Min Cang and Luan Ye had been waiting for a long time. Seeing movement at the door, Qin Mingfei immediately stood up and went to greet them.

Seeing this, the two men immediately stood up and walked forward.

"Mingfei greets the deputy hall master," Qin Mingfei bowed and greeted respectfully.

"Well, no need to be polite." Fu Ling'er had an indifferent expression. In front of outsiders, she was always businesslike and serious, and did not act very warm or familiar.

"Deputy Hall Master, I am here with two disciples to pay my respects to you, both of you, why don't you hurry up and greet us? This is the Deputy Hall Master of our Qiankun Hall."

"Greetings, Vice Palace Master. May you be blessed with good health." Min Cang and Luan Ye immediately knelt down to greet him, not daring to raise their heads. It was strange, they clearly could not sense the cultivation level of this Vice Palace Master at all, but why did they feel a strong sense of oppression?

“………Well, stand up. We are all our disciples, so there is no need to be polite. Hall Master Qin has already reported your situation to me. Please sit down first and I will take a look at you.”

"Yes, thank you for your kindness, Deputy Hall Master," the two men stood up respectfully, took a step back, and only sat up straight after seeing the Deputy Hall Master and Hall Master Qin sit down.