Choosing a Spirit Weapon

After an afternoon of cleaning and settling in, the new house finally felt like home. It was clean, tidy, and spacious.

Fang Shuping happily wandered around the kitchen, living room, and bedroom, muttering to herself.

"The old house had such a small kitchen. This place is great, it can fit so many things. Tomorrow, I'm going to buy a large double-door refrigerator, a range hood, a microwave, an air fryer, a large cabinet, a…

"The sofa in the living room couldn't even be placed like this. This place is so wide! I must go to the furniture store tomorrow and buy a new set of stylish mahogany furniture…"

Fang Shuping muttered softly, her face beaming with joy.

Chu Xingguo was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the middle of the living room. There was a red, crystal-clear, ruby-like fruit on a plate beside his feet.

The fruit was the size of a fist, and it was burning with flame-like patterns. Wisps of spiritual energy spread out from the fruit.