Later, Luo Jiujiang sorted out the blades and carefully stored them away, along with the remaining handle. This knife had been with him for over ten years, longer than the time he and Qianling had spent together. Even now that it was broken, he refused to discard it easily, still carrying it with him until he could find a beautiful place to build a knife tomb for it.

Just like the name of this knife, it is not domineering and ostentatious, but simple and warm, and has always accompanied Luo Jiujiang through his childhood when he was not famous.

Many years later, someone asked about Luo Jiujiang's first sword. Back then, the Sword God could cut the wind into a sword and point at lightning as a blade, but his memory still retained its ink-black appearance exactly: "My first sword is called Old Buddy."

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As June was approaching and the lotus flowers were in full bloom, Luo Jiujiang finally arrived at the Qinglong Realm.

He was lucky enough that the place he was teleported to was not too remote. Any cultivator with a cultivation level above the Foundation Establishment stage did not need to take a detour and could reach Qinglong Academy as quickly as possible by passing through an outer forest.

Originally, Luo Jiujiang should have sent a letter home upon his arrival, but after three short teleports, his spirit stones were running low, and he couldn't afford the long journey. Fortunately, Qinglong Academy had a number of teleportation points, and on the way to the academy, he could hunt the forest's monsters and rare plants and exchange them for spirit stones.

Luo Jiujiang felt the prosperity of the Azure Dragon Realm clearly the moment he landed. The city he first settled in was called Qinghe. It wasn't very large in this realm, but it was bustling with activity that Luo Jiujiang had never seen before.

He was stunned when he just walked out of the teleportation point, not because of any rare scenery, but because he had never seen so many people before.

He wondered if there would be a grand gathering today. At this moment, the noise and chaos woven into a vast net, silently enveloping Luo Jiujiang. He watched with curiosity as the crowds of people streamed before him. Street vendors, newly minted Qi cultivators, occasionally approached to ask him to look at their wares. Not far away, two cultivators were arguing in the street, leaving a large gap between them. As one of them spoke, anger rose, and a three-foot-high flame erupted from his forehead...

The Seventh Island is a peaceful and simple little place, a dead place even worse, just like a rotten tree root with mold and mushrooms growing on it. The several small worlds he has teleported through in the past two days are a little more lively, and the scenes are within the scope of Luo Jiujiang's imagination. At most, they can be regarded as an extension of the Seventh Island.

However, the prosperity of the Qinglong Realm is like a ladle of hot water poured into a frying pan, or like a large ship of saltpeter thrown into the center of a lake. It is vigorous and unconcealed, and behind the bustle is full of pride.

Luo Jiujiang was like a child who had only ever been able to dip a little bit of sugar in the pot, but suddenly saw a colorful rain of candies falling from the sky. Before he thought of the sweet taste that made his mouth water, he was already overwhelmed by the bright colors and the huge scale.

No wonder Master said before that I was looking at the world from a narrow perspective. Luo Jiujiang thought in a daze: It turns out that the Three Thousand Worlds are so big and so wonderful.

Two girls walked past Luo Jiujiang arm in arm. One of them was so attracted by his handsome face that she was mesmerized. She pinched her hand and bit her ear. The two girls then walked away laughing and joking.

There were also waiters carrying baskets and shouting, handing snacks to monks on the street: "Good luck with the opening of First Incense! Good luck with the opening of First Incense! This little shop is a long-established one, the main branch is inside the Qinglong Academy, and all the teachers and students there love the treats - Fairy, take a piece of fruit and try it, it's free - Shenglong glutinous rice cakes, pan-fried taro dumplings, cold-cut jade rolls, honey-pickled kumquats - come on, take a piece too, young master."

The waiter came towards him and enthusiastically stuffed a small, warm oil-paper bag into Luo Jiujiang's hand.

Luo Jiujiang took it subconsciously, and the waiter walked around him to greet the new customer: "Good luck on the opening of the First Incense! Good luck on the opening of the First Incense..."

The new world was right in front of him. Luo Jiujiang looked at the bustling street in front of him, and his heart suddenly moved.

He seemed to have touched something, not with his eyes or his body. His perception spread out on the street, surging in the direction where the crowds were gathering, and a certain mood was rising and falling with his breathing.

It wasn't his first time encountering a similar artistic conception, but it was the first time he'd retained this indescribable feeling for so long. When he'd grasped the concept of "Chaos" in the Snowfields, his heart was filled with a desperate, desperate determination. When he'd grasped the concept of "Splitting the Sky," his heart was filled with the heroic spirit of dying if he couldn't succeed. These mystical sensations lingered for a moment in his fingers, then slipped through them, leaving Luo Jiujiang with only the feeling that he'd grasped something.

Now, a similar feeling has returned, but this time it brings a happier and more peaceful mood.

If someone knowledgeable were present, they would probably shake Luo Jiujiang's shoulders and yell at him, trying to make him understand how precious this sudden realization was. However, Luo Jiujiang's expression was relaxed, as if he wasn't worried at all. He obediently followed the crowd's direction, heading towards the bustling scene that was so vivid in his perception.

The hustle and bustle of the downtown, the whispers of young girls, the shouts of waiters, the quarrels of monks... Thousands of words suddenly entered Luo Jiujiang's ears and came out of his other ear without any hindrance. Each sound circled around his heart, but not a single word could stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

Luo Jiujiang continued to walk forward slowly, with even a slight smile on his face.

Soon he approached the pair of monks who were arguing so loudly that sparks were flying. The crowd smoothly separated here and branched into two groups, like a school of fish skillfully bypassing reefs. Only Luo Jiujiang continued to walk forward as if he didn't see anything.

At the same time, the two monks had already impatiently drawn their swords. Just as the blades were about to clash, the young man in black was about to pass between them. The onlookers were all shocked.

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