Fu Changling rested for the night, and when he woke up the next day, he felt much better. Tan Xin slept in the little nest he had made for her out of mink fur. He had probably never slept in such a comfortable place before. When Fu Changling got up, he was still snoring softly.
Fu Changling went to the nearby stream and took a bath. The water was extremely cold, giving one a shudder. However, this chill was very effective in relieving physical pain, having some analgesic properties. Furthermore, the stream nourished the nearby skullcap flowers, whose roots spread into the water, transforming it into a medicinal broth. Fu Changling stayed in the stream for a while, and Tan Xin slowly awoke.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at Fu Changling who was soaking in the stream. He yawned and said, "What are you doing up so early?"
Fu Changling leaned against the stream and said, "I can't sleep, so I have to get up, right?"
"Are you still going to make roasted gopher for me today?"
Fu Changling hesitated for a moment.
Tan Xin had caught this roasted ground rat. He couldn't stay in this cave forever. Now that he had come to Wangu Cliff, he had to find a way to get the Rebirth Flower. But now that his spiritual power was completely depleted, he had no choice but to rely on Tan Xin. He gave a longing expression, "Roasted ground rat is nice, but if I could roast a spirit fox or something, maybe it would be even more flavorful."
Upon hearing this, Tan Xin's eyes suddenly lit up, but after thinking about it, he felt a little disappointed: "I don't know what a fox spirit is."
"I know."
Fu Changling looked up at the outside of the cave and said, "Unfortunately, I don't have any spiritual power. I'm afraid I'll die if I go out."
Tan Xin listened to Fu Changling's words, her eyes rolling around, as if she was starting to think of a solution. Fu Changling tilted his head back, pretending to enjoy it, and glanced at Tan Xin with his eyes, sighing, "Oh, it would be great if I had a sword with spiritual power in my hand."
Tan Xin didn't say anything and seemed to be struggling. Fu Changling stopped and closed his eyes, lying in the spring water to relax and heal his wounds.
Although he has lost his golden elixir now, he is not completely at the mercy of others.
He is a sword cultivator after all.
The most important thing for a sword cultivator is his sword intent. Although he didn't bring back the body he had when he was in the Tribulation Crossing stage, his consciousness and sword intent remained in his soul and would not be forgotten even after rebirth.
If there was a sword that had its own spiritual awareness and spiritual power, then he might be able to fight in the Cliff of Ten Thousand Bones.
In addition to the sword, he can also write some talismans. If Tan Xin is willing to help him and lend him some spiritual power, he can activate these talismans.
Talismans are a form of language in themselves. Humans use this special language to communicate with the universe and draw strength from it. The more refined their mastery of this language, the stronger their ability to communicate with the universe, and the greater the power they can borrow. His talisman was naturally flawless; it only required a small amount of spiritual energy to activate it.
If Tan Xin didn't want to, he could still research it and see if he could find a way to combine the spirit stone with the talisman...
Fu Changling pondered how to resolve the current situation. Soon, it was time for dinner. Tan Xin ran outside to catch a few magic rats. Fu Changling expertly skinned and deveined them, and the two of them sat down to roast the rats. As they ate, Tan Xin stole glances at Fu Changling, somewhat enviously saying, "How come you know everything?"
"I wasn't very good at it before," Fu Changling dug out a set of drinking utensils from his spirit bag, then took out a jar of wine, poured himself some, and ate the roasted spirit rat while drinking, saying slowly, "Then my family died, and I hid here and there like a mouse for many years, and I learned everything."
"You even brought something to drink."
Tan Xin's face was filled with shock: "How big is your spirit bag? Let me see."
"My father is rich," Fu Changling said slowly, supporting his chin while drinking, "He has everything."
As he spoke, Fu Changling thought for a moment, then handed the wine glass to Tan Xin and coaxed him, "Would you like to try it?"
Tan Xin struggled a little, but after hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward, picked up the small cup that Fu Changling handed him, and drank it down with a gulp.
After drinking three cups in a row, Tan Xin fell on the table with a "clang". Fu Changling stood up slowly, dusted off the dust on his clothes, and began to wander around and search in the cave.
This cave didn't look like a natural cave. Although moss and other things had begun to grow on the surface, the occasional obscuration still revealed a few sword marks. It must have been deliberately carved out. Fu Changling walked along the stone wall until he reached the cave entrance. There was a natural barrier at the entrance, imbued with extremely powerful spiritual energy. Fu Changling reached out through the barrier, and as soon as his hand left the barrier, he felt the biting cold wind outside. Fu Changling looked up and saw a narrow path outside the cave, with towering cliffs on both sides. This path seemed to have been carved out of the mountain.
Fu Changling stood at the cave entrance and turned around, looking at the cave for a moment, and then he understood something: "Formation."
This cave itself was the core of a formation. From where Fu Changling looked, he could see glowing veins extending all the way out. Fu Changling had no idea what formation this core was.
However, since he could tell that this cave was the center of the formation and he had also seen those light networks, it was not difficult to find the most central point of the formation. Fu Changling made a quick calculation and headed towards the calculated position. The position he calculated was exactly where the stream entered the cave. This place was a small pool, which seemed bottomless. It was completely different from the lower part where Fu Changling used to take a bath. Fu Changling first went to the side and got a small stone and threw it in. After judging the depth from the sound, he got a rope, tied it in the middle of the huge rock on the other side, tied it to himself, and carefully helped himself into the water.
Not long after entering the water, he saw a small table at the bottom of the spring. Below the table was a small formation, forming a barrier that protected the entire table. The water flowed slowly beside it, but it all bypassed the barrier. Inside the barrier, on the small table, a blue and white sword was placed upright.
When Fu Changling saw the sword, he hurried forward. He walked around the barrier and found that it was just a simple blocking barrier with no killing power, so he tentatively reached out his hand.
He originally just wanted to give it a try, but who knew that the moment his hand touched the barrier, it strangely penetrated the barrier and reached the center unimpeded.
Fu Changling hesitated as he grasped the sword. It trembled slightly, then slipped into his hand without resistance. He didn't pause, but swam back to shore. He untied the rope, returned to the fire, changed his clothes, and used the fire to hold up his wet clothes. He sat down and began to examine the sword.
The sword had a blue blade, rimmed with silver. When he unsheathed it, he saw the words "Tan Xin" engraved on it. These words seemed familiar, and Fu Changling felt as if he had seen them somewhere before, but couldn't quite place them. After pondering them for a moment, he ignored them and simply closed the sword, figuring that what was meant to come would eventually come.
As Fu Changling observed the sword, Tan Xin seemed to sense something. He woke up in a daze and saw his true form being held in Fu Changling's hands. He immediately jumped up and shouted angrily, "You stole it from me!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Fu Changling turned around and pointed at Tan Xin with his fan, "Speak politely, can this be called stealing? I'm taking."
"You have no shame!"
Tan Xin was furious, but Fu Changling smiled and said, "You said I was shameless, but don't eat my spirit rat. Tomorrow I'll beat the spirit fox back, and you won't eat a single bite."
Tan Xin's face froze when she heard this. Fu Changling scoffed, turned back to examine the sword, and said, "By the way, did your master tell you why he kept you here?"
"No."
Tan Xin was furious. With her back to him, she whispered every curse word she had learned to curse Fu Changling. Fu Changling ignored her, studying the long sword over and over again. He said slowly, "Is your master a sword cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage?"
"I won't tell you!"
Tan Xin snorted coldly, Fu Changling smiled and stroked the sword. For some reason, he felt a very soft breath from the sword, which made him feel calm. He thought about it, raised his hand and dripped a drop of blood onto the sword.
This is the most traditional way of recognizing the master by dripping blood, but this sword looks like a spiritual sword of extremely high grade, and Fu Changling doesn't know whether this will work.
Blood fell onto the sword. Tan Xin seemed to sense something, curled her lips, and muttered, "If you want me to recognize you as my master, even a drop of blood is useless. I am..."
However, before he could finish his words, Tan Xin slowly opened his eyes, turned around suddenly, and looked at Fu Changling in surprise.
Fu Changling raised an eyebrow. At that moment, he felt an indescribable and vast spiritual power rushing straight into his consciousness. Before Fu Changling could withdraw, he felt his consciousness connected with the spiritual power. Then he found himself on a glowing corridor. The corridor was surrounded by darkness, and a faint blue light floated under his feet. Tan Xin then appeared in front of him. Before Fu Changling could react, he saw that Tan Xin seemed a little aggrieved. She turned her head and called out, "Master."
Fu Changling was a little surprised. After a moment, he couldn't help laughing and said with some pride: "Didn't you say that you can't recognize your master? Didn't you say that you are very powerful?"
"Shut up!"
Tan Xin seemed extremely angry. Fu Changling circled around it and looked around: "The space inside your sword is very large."
"You better get out now."
Tan Xin said with a straight face: "Just come once, don't come again."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. He looked nonchalant, but he had already quickly scanned the area with his spiritual sense. Then, at the end of the corridor, he subconsciously sensed danger.
He didn't dare to move forward. Fu Changling knew clearly that there was more than just Tan Xin here.
Now he didn't have any capital to fight with others. Since the other party didn't say anything, he pretended to know nothing and nodded, "Okay, okay, I know you don't like me, I'll just leave."
After saying that, he skillfully withdrew his spiritual sense. When he opened his eyes again, Tan Xin was staring at him with a complicated expression.
Fu Changling curled up one leg and propped up his chin: "Why are you looking at me like that? Have you done anything to let me down?"
"What are you feeling guilty about?"
Tan Xin started yelling. After a while, he seemed a little aggrieved, but still said, "Get up. I'll teach you how to practice sword."
"you?"
Fu Changling was a little surprised: "Teach me how to practice sword?"
"You, since you got me, you are destined to be together," Tan Xin said stutteringly, "I have a set of sword techniques that suits you, you can practice it first."
Fu Changling didn't say anything, still smiling, but his heart had already become lively.
Tan Xin's attitude and the matter of swordsmanship should not be what Tan Xin wanted to talk about. Since that is not the case, it must be the person hidden in the sword who asked Tan Xin to do it.
He didn't dare to believe it completely, so he said tentatively: "Okay, you teach me first."
Tan Xin walked forward, raised her hand and tapped Fu Changling's forehead, saying aggrievedly, "Close your eyes!"
Fu Changling closed his eyes, and at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The man was holding a long sword and dancing with a series of smooth sword techniques.
Fu Changling had never seen this sword technique before, but he felt vaguely familiar with it. But it must be said that this is indeed a rare and top-grade sword technique in the world!
In his previous life, he had invented the sword on his own, without any teacher's guidance. He relied entirely on his continuous summary in actual combat, and his sword skills were the simplest and most effective in killing people. However, the sword skills in front of him were not only exquisite, but most importantly, the sword intent was as smooth as mountains and rivers, which made up for the defect of his sword intent being too harsh.
"Your sword is too full of violence," a female voice spoke softly, slowly adding, "It's not a long-term approach. In sword cultivation, the mind and nature are one, the sword's will is two, and the rest come in three, four, five, and six."
The girl's voice was calm and elegant, gentle yet dignified, with a rare elegance and grace in women.
Fu Changling felt his spine throbbing. This sword technique seemed to resonate with his body. The woman continued, "Although Jian Gu is a natural swordsman, he must learn to draw the sword and then learn to return the blade. First practice stopping the sword, then practice drawing the sword."
"Thank you, senior."
Fu Changling finally confirmed the other party's good intentions and said solemnly, "I wonder if you, senior, can help me with anything?"
The woman was silent for a long time before she said, "No need. Just don't do evil."
After saying this, Fu Changling felt something disappear from his surroundings. When he opened his eyes, his mind was filled with the swordplay he had just performed. Tan Xin stood at the entrance of the cave, saying with a stern face, "Let's go out and practice swordplay."
Fu Changling did not refuse. He raised his sword and followed Tan Xin out.
The path outside the door was paved with bluestone slabs, covered with frost. Tan Xin stood at the door and waved at Fu Changling.
Fu Changling walked out of the barrier, and frost mixed with ghostly energy rushed towards him. Tan Xin said hard, "They will be here soon, you should get ready."
Fu Changling was a little confused. He turned around and saw Tan Xin taking a step back. At that moment, more than a dozen evil spirits from the surrounding cliffs suddenly descended from the sky like bats and attacked Fu Changling!
Fu Changling subconsciously flipped in the air, then realized that all sword techniques were best remembered only after they had been used. He shook the sword in his hand and then pounced towards the evil spirits.
He has no spiritual power, and this sword is no different from an ordinary sword without Tan Xin. In order to use an ordinary sword to kill ghosts, the sword must be imbued with extremely strong sword intent.
Fu Changling didn't dare lose focus and engaged the evil spirits. He had finally found an opponent, and he wasn't willing to let them vanish into thin air. So, with the focus on learning, he fought them for an entire afternoon. He stabbed the spirits, leaving them covered in wounds. When they finally reacted, one of them screamed, "Just wait!" and fled, dragging its comrades along.
Fu Changling sneered, put away his sword and said, "I'll wait for you tomorrow."
When he turned around, he saw that Tan Xin had already caught a few spirit rats and said expressionlessly, "It's time to eat."
Fu Changling got the advantage and offered Tan Xin as a sacrifice. He made delicious food for Tan Xin and also made a row of jars with mud and water.
"Why are you doing this?"
Tan Xin was a little confused, and Fu Changling smiled and said, "When these jars are ready, I will make wine for you."
"Winemaking?"
Tan Xin was quite surprised: "Are you going to stay here for a long time?"
"Maybe."
Fu Changling sat on the jar and said calmly, "One day is enough."
He said so, but that night, before going to bed, he still picked up his sword and drew a line on the wall.
Tan Xin tilted her head: "Why did you draw this horizontal line?"
"One day."
"one day?"
Tan Xin was bewildered: "Why are you remembering this?"
“That’s every day I wait for him.”
After Fu Changling finished speaking, he yawned, lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.
The next day, Fu Changling got up early, washed and cooked, learned swordsmanship from Tan Xin, took a nap, and then left.
As soon as he went out, he saw the dozen or so evil spirits he had beaten yesterday standing at the door with menacing eyes. They had some herbs stuck on their bodies. After observing them for a moment, Fu Changling asked in surprise, "You ghosts, do you also need to see a doctor when you're injured?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The leading evil spirit shouted, and the whole valley echoed with the sharp cry of the evil spirit, "We are back today to take revenge!"
"Just the few of you?" Fu Changling raised his sword. "We were beaten yesterday. How can you take revenge?"
As he spoke, Fu Changling said lazily: "Forget it, I'll let you have one hand, come on."
"That's what you said." The evil spirit laughed, "Brothers, go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Changling saw hundreds of evil spirits coming from the cliffs on both sides, blocking out the sky. Fu Changling looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "You have so many relatives, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
*** ***
The next day after Jiang Yebai woke up, he specially invited Su Zhiyan over.
Su Zhiyan has a good relationship with Jiang Yebai. Jiang Yebai does not trust the doctors of Hongmeng Palace, but Su Zhiyan is not only proficient in divination, but also in medicine. Apart from Shen Qingzhu, Su Zhiyan is the most trustworthy person in the world.
Qin Yan prepared spiritual plant porridge for Jiang Yebai. Su Zhiyan did not come alone. When they arrived at the door, Qin Yan heard the sound of two jade staffs exploring the way. Then Su Zhiyan showed up first, and Su Wenji followed closely.
Qin Yan saw the two of them and quickly stood up and saluted them: "Uncle Su, ask for the opportunity."
Su Zhiyan nodded, and Su Wenji smiled. Su Zhiyan sat on a chair nearby and checked Jiang Yebai's pulse. Su Wenji stood next to Qin Yan and asked gently, "Are you okay?"
"It's still good."
After hearing this, Su Wenji smiled and lowered his head, but didn't say much.
Everyone waited for a moment before Su Zhiyan said, "External injuries will heal in a few days, but internal injuries are difficult to treat. I'm afraid they'll take two to three years."
Jiang Yebai coughed rapidly upon hearing this. Su Zhiyan sighed and said slowly, "You've been practicing your skills too hastily. Look at how old you are. Reaching the Tribulation Crossing Stage at such a young age is too reckless. It's best to recuperate now."
Su Zhiyan said as he began to write a prescription for Qin Yan. As he wrote, he said, "Just don't let too many people know about this."
"I know."
Jiang Yebai panted and looked up, with a look of apology on his face, and said to Su Zhiyan: "I'm sorry to have made you worry."
"You're the one who worries too much, not me." Su Zhiyan sighed and handed the recipe to Qin Yan. He then turned to Jiang Yebai and said, "Is the seal of the Xuanji Secret Realm completely sealed?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yebai looked tired. "It's sealed. The rest is just to find out which demon cultivators are still left."
Su Zhiyan nodded, stood up and said, "You should take good care of your injuries. I will take care of the rest of the matter. I will investigate this matter with Sang Ganjun."
"good."
"Wenji," Su Zhiyan stood up and called Su Wenji next to him, "Let's go."
Su Wenji stood up and saluted Jiang Yebai. Jiang Yebai nodded and told Qin Yan to see him off.
Qin Yan escorted Su Zhiyan and Su Wenji out. Su Zhiyan walked in front, while Su Wenji walked side by side. Qin Yan knew that Su Wenji would not come to Hongmeng Heavenly Palace casually. He either had important business or was looking for him. He said apologetically, "I've been busy lately and can't entertain you properly..."
"No problem."
Su Wenji smiled and said, "I came here today just to tell you some news."
Qin Yan heard this and immediately looked up. Su Wenji seemed to understand everything and smiled: "The person you are worried about is still alive."
"Still alive."
Qin Yan repeated it, and he hesitated for a moment: "Do you know where he is and what his situation is?"
"I don't know the details." The bamboo cane struck the wooden corridor, making a crisp sound. Su Wenji's hairband fluttered gently in the wind. He said softly, "I know you're worried about your master, but your master's fate is still strong. He'll be fine this time. You don't need to worry too much. If there's a chance, follow your heart. Don't worry."
Qin Yan listened to Su Wenji's words, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.
He didn't know how much Su Wenji knew, but if Su Wenji knew something, he would definitely tell him.
He saw Su Wenji and Su Zhiyan out of Wenyue Palace and said goodbye to them. After they walked away, Qin Yan stood at the door for a while before returning to Wenyue Palace.
Jiang Yebai was sitting on the bed, staring out the window in a daze, his hand unconsciously stroking the jade ring on his thumb, as if he was thinking about something.
Qin Yan stood in front of him, saluted and said, "Master."
Jiang Yebai came to his senses after hearing Qin Yan's words and slowly turned to look at him: "Did they send the person away?"
"yes."
Jiang Yebai nodded and said, "What does Su Wenji want to say to you alone?"
"He said that Master's destiny is still strong, so I don't need to worry."
Jiang Yebai seemed to have anticipated Su Wenji's words. He twirled the jade ring on his finger and said slowly, "There's something I didn't tell them just now."
As he spoke, Jiang Yebai raised his hand, and a barrier was formed around the two of them. He raised his eyes, his expression stern, and said, "You once said that the seal of the Xuanji Secret Realm is connected to three other seals, and that the four Qi channel seals together assist in the seal of the so-called Karma Prison Gate, but?"
"yes."
Qin Yan's expression immediately grew serious when Jiang Yebai mentioned the seal of Karma Prison. Jiang Yebai nodded and said, "I was injured this time because someone attacked me while I was reinforcing the seal. I haven't found out who it is yet, but I can confirm that there are demonic cultivators among the upper echelons of Yunze who are colluding with me. Now that the Xuanji Secret Realm has been sealed, they can't do anything about the Xuanji Secret Realm seal, so they will definitely target the other three seals. You must go there as soon as possible and reinforce the three seals one by one."
"But……"
"When I sealed the Xuanji Secret Realm, I roughly sensed that there were three related locations below the seal," Jiang Yebai interrupted him, "You can look in these three directions."
Jiang Yebai said this, raising his hand. A map lit up on a piece of paper in the distance. The paper fluttered into Jiang Yebai's hands. He handed it to Qin Yan and then said, "But before that, the most urgent thing is to find Fu Changling first."
Qin Yan looked up in surprise, only to hear Jiang Yebai continue to instruct: "This matter is of great importance. I can only trust you, and you," he raised his eyes to look at Qin Yan, "cannot trust anyone else."
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