Chapter 4: Yantian (IV) That is a Weak Water
This is certainly not an ordinary thing. Surrounding this island in the middle of the lake is a weak body of water.
In the weak water, even a feather will sink.
However, for cultivators, crossing this weak water is not difficult. The difficult part is to gain the recognition of the Passing Water Sword and become its master.
Song Qingtang looked at the island in the middle of the lake thoughtfully, "Junior sister, your cultivation is not deep enough yet, why don't I carry you to the island together?"
Chi Wanyin was surprised for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. "No need, Senior Sister, I can handle it. You can go first."
Song Qingtang didn't object when he heard this, but just used his skills to move towards the island in the middle of the lake.
As for Chi Wanyin, many petals from the bright peach blossom tree fell on the weak water, but the petals did not sink to the bottom. Chi Wanyin took a step and lightly tapped the petals with her foot, causing ripples.
Soon, she arrived at the small island in the middle of the lake, and the Sword of Flowing Water stood quietly under the tree.
Song Qingtang was puzzled. Her junior sister had never learned any physical skills before, and she had never seen the physical skills she just displayed before. However, since her junior sister didn't mention it, she didn't ask too much.
When Song Qingtang came back to his senses, he realized that something was wrong around him. It was still the Weak Water and the Island in the middle of the lake, but his junior sister had disappeared. The person standing under the peach tree was wearing a green robe.
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Chi Wanyin was not surprised when Song Qingtang disappeared. She knew that just like in her previous life, she was pulled into the realm of the Flowing Water Sword.
Only those chosen by the Sword of Flowing Water can enter that place.
She was not worried about Song Qingtang, but the question of what kind of sword she should choose kept lingering in her mind.
Suddenly, the wind blew the peach blossoms on the tree, and a flower fell into Chi Wanyin's palm. Then she saw the life of the peach tree, from a seed to the towering tree it is today.
She reached out to the tree and broke off the branch closest to her. As soon as the branch left the tree, it transformed into a peach wood sword.
Chi Wanyin thought, it was not she who chose the sword, but the sword that chose her, just like the passing water chose Song Qingtang in the previous life.
She put the sword behind her back and began to meditate. She thought that perhaps it was because of her wood-attributed spiritual roots that the peach tree gave her the sword out of affection.
Only when she felt that she had absorbed enough spiritual energy did Song Qingtang escape from the sword realm of the Passing Water Sword. She drew the Passing Water from the scabbard, and the sword body shone with brilliance, which matched her very well.
"Congratulations, Senior Sister." Chi Wanyin stopped meditating and looked up.
Song Qingtang's face showed no joy at all. She just looked at the sword quietly, and after a moment, she said, "Junior Sister."
But she called out and nothing more happened. Chi Wanyin concentrated on listening to what she wanted to say, but she just shook her head and said, "Nothing."
What she had just experienced in the illusion was too real; even the blood that splashed on her face seemed warm.
While the two were talking, Song Qingtang also saw the peach wood sword she was carrying. Although it looked ordinary, it secretly contained wood-attributed spiritual energy.
"Junior sister, have you also found the sword?" Song Qingtang asked.
She had a slight smile on her lips at this moment, and her expression was not as solemn as before. She was really happy for her.
Chi Wanyin wondered if her senior sister had been like this in her previous life. However, she was destined not to get an answer, because at that time, she was filled with resentment that Shi Shui had not chosen her and had no time to pay attention to these things.
She took out the peach wood sword from her back and stroked it with her fingers. A green light condensed on the tip of the sword. "This sword of mine was given to me by this peach tree."
"This sword is made of wood, which is in perfect harmony with the spiritual roots you have cultivated and the skills you will practice in the future." Song Qingtang said.
Chi Wanyin looked at the sword and thought that since she had found the sword, should she make a breakthrough?
Perhaps Song Qingtang also thought of the same thing as her, "Junior Sister, why not build your foundation now? Don't worry, I will be by your side to protect you."
Chi Wanyin nodded, and resumed her previous meditation posture, placing the sword in front of her and sitting still with her eyes closed.
This time, she stood alone under the peach tree, a misty shadow, with her black hair tied up by the half-open peach branch. She had a pair of peach blossom eyes and a dot of cinnabar on her forehead. However, below her dress, there was not a pair of human legs, but misty fog.
"Little guy." The other party's tone was somewhat cheerful, "This is the first time I've seen a cultivator like you."
Chi Wanyin guessed that she might be the one who gifted her the sword, so she bowed and said, "Senior."
Tao Yao waved her hand, "That's not necessary. The sword I gave you also contains my own cultivation. Don't use it unless necessary."
"Yes, I will keep your teachings in mind." Chi Wanyin replied. Tao Yao yawned lazily, "I am doing this because I see that you have good luck and talent. I don't ask for anything in return."
By the time she finished speaking, the illusion had disappeared.
As soon as Chi Wanyin opened her eyes, she felt that the spiritual power in her body seemed to be replenished a little more, and she must have reached the foundation-building stage.
Song Qingtang went forward to check on her condition, "Junior sister, is there anything unusual?"
Chi Wanyin shook her head and said, "No." However, she did not tell anyone about Tao Yao. She guessed that if there was a spirit in the sword, the sword spirit would definitely set a test, and her senior sister should be the same. However, the sword spirit would not easily harm the master it chose. She just met Tao Yao and was not embarrassed.
"We have both found the sword, so let's leave first." Song Qingtang suggested.
Chi Wanyin had no objection, but when the two of them crossed the Weak Water and landed again, they heard a light laugh.
The purple-robed female cultivator walked out from the darkness. Her waist was hollowed out, and the silver ornaments on her head and feet jingled as she walked. A bright jade flute hung around her waist.
When the man saw the flowing water in Chi Wanyin's hand, he smiled and said, "My two fellow Taoists, please stay." After that, he held the jade flute horizontally and started to play.
Chi Wanyin naturally knew that this person's name was Yin Xuechan. After all, she had been to Silver Moon Valley when she was fleeing. When she faced Yin Xuechan, the other party's poisonous insect made her suffer a lot.
Sure enough, as the flute sounded, the poisonous insects summoned by Yin Xuechan immediately attacked the two of them. Chi Wanyin made a quick decision, drew the peach wood sword on her back, and slashed the sword to cut off one of the poisonous insects.
The insect was cut in half and fell to the ground, disintegrating into a puff of purple smoke. Chi Wanyin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yin Xuechan was not yet the Nascent Soul powerhouse he had been in his previous life.
However, this breath of relief did not last long. The Sword of Flowing Water was already unsheathed. With a flash of sword light, several more poisonous insects were cut down. The poisonous insects still struggled before dying until they turned into smoke.
"Be careful." Song Qingtang reminded her that Shishui was a top-grade weapon. As he spoke, the frosty light emanating from the sword killed several more poisonous insects.
A trace of heartache appeared on Yin Xuechan's face, but she did not stop playing. No other poisonous insects appeared around her. Chi Wanyin frowned. She knew that Yin Xuechan did not want to let her and her senior sister go, but was summoning her own natal poisonous insect.
But she didn't dare to approach Yin Xuechan rashly at this time. Yin Xuechan was born in Yinyue Valley. The people there could not only control poisonous insects but also use poison. If she approached rashly, she would give her the opportunity to poison her.
She could only whisper to Song Qingtang, "She is summoning her natal Gu. It's not a good time to approach her rashly. However, summoning this Gu consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Senior Sister, go and distract the natal Gu first, and I'll look for her weakness."
Song Qingtang did not respond, but just nodded at her.
It was a giant snake with strange patterns, hissing and spitting out its tongue. Even if a monk was bitten by it, it would probably feel uncomfortable.
Song Qingtang had already drawn his sword and stabbed it at the giant snake's eyes. The frosty weapon pierced straight into one of its eyes, and blood gushed out of the eye. The giant snake began to chase Song Qingtang as if it was enraged.
Yin Xuechan was concentrating on controlling the giant snake to chase Song Qingtang, and did not realize that danger was approaching quietly. However, in a moment, Chi Wanyin's peach wood sword was across her neck, and blood was oozing from her fair neck.
Yin Xuechan had no choice but to stop playing the flute. Chi Wanyin thrust the sword forward a few inches, "What is your purpose in setting an ambush here?"
Yin Xuechan didn't seem afraid at all, "I don't have any purpose."
Chi Wanyin naturally didn't believe it, "You are lying." More and more blood oozed from her neck and fell on her purple shirt.
This was the scene Song Qingtang saw when he arrived. Yin Xuechan was being held hostage by Chi Wanyin with a sword, but she was calm and composed, as if she was sure that Chi Wanyin would not kill her.
"Junior sister." Song Qingtang called her in a low voice. When the giant snake that had been chasing her disappeared, she knew that Chi Wanyin must have succeeded.
However, when facing Yin Xuechan, the junior sister's expression was really strange, as if she was a different person.
Yin Xuechan raised an eyebrow when she heard this address. "So she is your senior sister. You are forcing me like this because you are afraid that my life-definition Gu will hurt your senior sister."
Perhaps Chi Wanyin also realized it. She let go of the peach wood sword, but then took out a rope from the storage bag and tied her up. Then she responded to her senior sister, "Is senior sister injured?"
Yin Xuechan was rather helpless. "My life-definition Gu has been broken, and now I can't use my spiritual energy. Why is this fellow Taoist so desperate?"
"I'm being merciful by not killing you." Chi Wanyin secretly conveyed a message to Yin Xuechan.
Song Qingtang didn't know what the two had communicated, but he was naturally relieved to see that she was fine. "Nothing is wrong, let's go back to the sect. As for this cultivator from Silver Moon Valley, it seems he will have to return with us."
So, Song Qingtang led the way in front, and Chi Wanyin was responsible for keeping an eye on Yin Xuechan. Although she looked expressionless, Yin Xuechan was actually constantly messaging her.
"Ah, you two sisters have such a good relationship. It reminds me of the past. I also had a sister."
Seeing Yin Xuechan seemed to be reminiscing about the past, Chi Wanyin only said two words, "Shut up."
She naturally would never have thought that the great Yuanying master of Silver Moon Valley would become just a chatterbox.
When Song Qingtang turned around, he could only see his junior sister who looked unhappy and Yin Xuechan who was smiling.
She thought her junior sister was still frightened by what happened just now, so she took out the pill that Liu Qianhe had stuffed into her before she left, "This can calm your mind and concentrate your spirit."
Liu Qianhe naturally gave it to Chi Wanyin, but she still took it, "Thank you, Senior Sister."
Although Yin Xuechan didn't send any message, the smile on her face became more and more playful. Chi Wanyin naturally ignored it. She was not going to lose her composure over such a small matter.
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