Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Marrying a sword doesn't seem so bad. ……
“Boom, boom.”
Not long after Gu Jingyun left, there was a knock on the door, and the person called out through the door: "Immortal Lord—Immortal Lord Jiang."
Jiang Yan walked forward and opened the door.
There were several people standing outside. The one in the lead was wearing darker clothes, and behind him were several maids holding trays.
Jiang Yan glanced at them and asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"
The steward smiled and said, "My name is Jia Honghai, and I am the steward of the manor. I am here on the orders of the young master to bring you a change of clothes and healing pills. Please do not refuse."
There were indeed clothes and a very familiar jade bottle on the tray.
Jiang Yan: “…”
Having said that, he really does have medicine.
Manager Jia looked as if to say, "If you don't accept me, I won't leave today." Jiang Yan's refusal was futile, so he had to accept it. He was wondering in his mind how much room fee he should pay to repay Gu Jingyun's kindness.
Manager Jia didn't know what Jiang Yan was thinking. When he saw him take the jade bottle, his face lit up with joy and he quickly asked someone to bring the rest of the things into the house.
He then ordered the maid to pour tea and water, and personally presented a box of snacks. Finally, he asked, "Is the Immortal Master in the fasting period? Do you need to eat?"
Jiang Yan was indeed a little hungry.
Cultivators above the Golden Core stage can fast or eat as usual, it all depends on personal choice. People who have not reached that stage can also go without food or drink for 3-7 days after taking the Fasting Pill.
Jiang Yan originally had the cultivation base of Golden Elixir, but unfortunately, he traveled through time and space and fell back to the Foundation Establishment stage. He did not have any Bigu Pills on him, so he had to eat even if he did not want to.
"Don't make it too much trouble, just a bowl of noodles will be enough." Jiang Yan said.
"Okay!" Manager Jia responded quickly.
"Thank you for your help."
"You are too polite, Immortal Lord."
Soon a maid brought the food over. Jiang Yan quickly finished a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and his stomach felt very satisfied.
The maid cleaned up the dishes neatly and said with lowered eyes, "Young Master said that the Immortal Lord is injured and has been tired all day, so he should not worry about it. There are no outsiders in the mansion, so the Immortal Lord just needs to rest and recuperate. If there is no urgent matter, it will not be too late to make plans after he recovers from his injury."
After saying that, he bowed to Jiang Yan and left the room.
Jiang Yan's expression was a little complicated, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't panicked when faced with such a sudden change. He was just a student in the ivory tower of the magic academy - even the best chief was still a student.
Jiang Yan was not stupid. He had already guessed that he had traveled to a place different from Hill Continent.
Xia Dynasty...
Jiang Yan had never heard of this dynasty before. He just didn't like traveling far. It's not like he had never read books or watched the news.
"Central Continent" - Hill Continent has never had such a regional division.
Furthermore, the way of speaking, architectural style, eating habits... these can all be explained by the customs and habits of different regions, but how can we explain the extremely high spiritual power and extremely low magic content?
Could it be that the entire Central Continent was paved with top-grade spirit stones to form a spirit gathering array? I couldn't even imagine how many spirit stones would be needed to achieve this.
All options were eliminated, leaving only one possibility.
He wore it.
Just like the weird novels that my junior brothers and sisters like to read, they traveled to another world.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan felt a little at a loss.
How can he reopen the time tunnel and return to the land he is familiar with and to his parents?
Jiang Yan has advanced reading rights in the college library, and can read documents under forbidden spells, not to mention that he has a photographic memory.
He began to frantically recall the documents and magic manuscripts he had read, trying to find the parts that could help him.
After thinking for a long time, not only did I not sort out my thoughts, but they became more and more confused.
The windows in the house were not closed tightly. Jiang Yan was blown by the night wind and coughed a few times. He finally remembered that he was still on the verge of catching a cold.
Chills, potions, explosions, and time travel.
Jiang Yan:!!!
Jiang Yan suddenly realized, "Since the time travel was caused by the explosion of the magic potion, why not just explode it again!"
It was just a matter of restoring a failed potion. It sounded like a solvable academic problem.
It's better than having no clue at all.
Jiang Yan took out his wand from his sleeve and took out his sword from the ring.
The entire wand is brown in color. It is made of the sacred wood of the mother clan, and the core is made of unicorn hair. Thanks to this, when using the wand to cast natural and light magic, it will be greatly enhanced.
The sword was different. The hilt was black, the blade was silver-white, narrow, long and straight, with dense patterns engraved on it, which looked like the wings of a dragon if you looked closely.
The name of the sword is Demon Breaker.
It is said that this was not his original name, but when his father handed the sword to him, he only told him that he had changed his name and refused to reveal any other words.
Jiang Yan touched the wand, chanted the spell softly, and waved the wand with his left hand.
The window closed quietly, and the candlelight became smaller. The robe was automatically taken off, and a long strip of cloth was torn off the sleeve. It was wrapped around the sword on the table to make a simple scabbard. The sleeveless robe flew outward under the control of the tip of the magic wand and fell on the screen.
In the flickering candlelight, Jiang Yan sat cross-legged on the couch and poured out a pill from the white jade bottle.
The pill was round and full, with a circle of patterns faintly visible on it. When it was taken out of the jade bottle, the medicinal fragrance filled the air, but it was firmly locked within a few inches by the pill clouds and pill patterns, preventing the medicinal effect from dissipating.
Jiang Yan sighed: "Young Master Gu is really generous."
Jiang Yan had also seen such top-grade elixirs from his father, but he usually lived in the academy and was better at brewing magic potions than refining elixirs, so there were only a few left.
Jiang Yan took a pill, then sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes slightly, practiced his skills, and inhaled and exhaled the essence of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
He could feel that every inch of his meridians were becoming stronger with the cleansing of spiritual energy, and the internal injuries caused by traveling through the time and space tunnel were gradually healing in the circulation of the meridians.
It was past three in the night, the candle had long been extinguished, and the room was silent and dark.
Jiang Yan exhaled and came out of his state of meditation.
The medicine was indeed good. His injuries had mostly healed and his complexion was much rosier.
"...I wonder what effect it will have if I grind it into powder and add it into the potion." Jiang Yan muttered, feeling itchy and wanting to study it all night long.
It’s a pity that I have to do the “Magic Potions Explosion” tomorrow, so I can’t be in a bad state.
He picked up his wand and pointed at the bed behind him.
“It’s as warm as spring.”
The quilt was shaken out and spread out. Jiang Yan reached inside and felt that it was warm.
Jiang Yan put the wand back into the ring and placed the magic-destroying sword next to his pillow.
Things will change over time.
In the past, swords were hidden in rings, but now it is the turn of wands.
Jiang Yan huddled into bed, pulled the quilt higher to cover the lower half of his face, and almost buried himself in it.
He closed his eyes and wished that he would be back at the magic academy when he woke up.
The next morning, at 3:30 am.
Under the influence of the biological clock, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the bed beam he saw before going to bed. He tilted his head and saw antique furniture and ornaments everywhere.
"...Okay." Jiang Yan sighed, "It's the expected result."
He was about to take out his wand, but his fingers paused and he stopped.
"Just think of it as practicing wandless magic." The wand is conspicuous, so it's best not to use it if possible.
Jiang Yan cast a cleansing spell on himself. He was used to using a magic wand and failed to control the strength well. The power of the cleansing spell scratched his face so much that it hurt.
He rubbed his face, changed his clothes casually, picked up his sword and went out.
The sky was just beginning to turn white, and the air was slightly cool.
Jiang Yan found an open space in the yard, took the long cloth wrapping the sword, and began to practice swordplay.
After the 307th swing, there was a rustling sound of clothes coming from the high wall behind him, as if someone had climbed up to the top of the wall.
Jiang Yan didn't look back, but stared straight ahead, continuing to wave with an expressionless face.
"...Immortal Lord, are you practicing sword?" This was obviously nonsense, so the man immediately changed the subject and asked, "Why do you get up so early every day?"
Jiang Yan: “Yeah.”
Gu Jingyun laughed: "You are so diligent. Your injury..."
Jiang Yan said: "It's OK, I'm fine now. Thank you for the medicine."
"After all, I was rude first and then offensive. You have given me enough face by not picking up the sword to chop me." Gu Jingyun said.
Watching people change clothes, and grabbing their wrists to test their meridians. Especially the latter, it is not a small thing, but it is also a big thing, and if it is serious, it can lead to a deadly feud.
The sound of swords swinging continued in the yard.
Jiang Yan said calmly: "If the young master's true energy penetrated a little deeper, you would be the one who got hurt."
He is not a fool, so how could he not have a trump card to be manipulated by others? It was just that Gu Jingyun got stuck at his bottom line, and he took back his spiritual energy and apologized in time. Jiang Yan had a good temper, and for the sake of his attitude, he let it go.
"Is that so." Gu Jingyun raised his eyebrows and changed the subject, "Why does the Immortal Lord follow the servants and call me Young Master?"
"Then why do you follow the servants and call me 'Immortal Lord'?" Jiang Yan stopped swinging his sword.
When he turned around, he saw the man in black sitting on the wall, his long boots stepping on the rubble, his arms resting on his bent long legs, looking at him with a smile, his posture indescribably elegant and graceful.
Jiang Yan raised his head slightly and looked over, without saying anything for a long time.
Gu Jingyun: "..."
The man moved uncomfortably, put his hands down properly, stopped stepping on the tiles, and sat upright instead of sideways, with his legs hanging naturally.
"Ahem..." Gu Jingyun coughed lightly and asked, "Why are you looking at me all the time?"
Jiang Yan paused and said honestly, "I was wondering, isn't it uncomfortable for you to sit in this position? There's not much space on the wall, so how can you sit still?"
Gu Jingyun: “…………”
Gu Jingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really are - forget it, do you want to come up and sit? You will know after trying it yourself."
Jiang Yan shook his head: "I still need to practice sword."
After saying that, he turned around and began to swing the sword, gradually immersed in it and comprehending the meaning of the sword.
When he put away his sword, he found that Gu Jingyun had already left.
Jiang Yan frowned and looked at the wall for a while, trying to replay Gu Jingyun's actions in his mind.
It’s just a narrow wall, how did Gu Jingyun sit on it so beautifully without falling?
It's puzzling.
As soon as he entered the house, a servant knocked on the door and said that he was going to deliver spiritual spring water for the immortal to bathe.
Obviously it was another order from Gu Jingyun.
After all, the cleaning spell is not as comfortable as hot water, not to mention that this is spiritual spring water. Jiang Yan secretly raised the room fee he was going to pay back to Gu Jingyun.
Jiang Yan was immersed in a large wooden barrel, with her long hair tied up and only a few strands of hair hanging down on the water.
In his wet palms, he held two glowing magic stones. Intricate red runes were carved on the stones. The rune patterns on the left and right were different, but the only thing they had in common was that they all emitted a steady glowing light.
That is the spiritual stone that bears the imprint of the parents' souls.
As long as the light of the Philosopher's Stone remains bright, it proves that the person who left the soul mark is safe.
The dimmer the light, the faster the flashing frequency, the more serious the injury. If the light goes out, it means the person who left the mark is dead.
The spiritual contract stone is linked to the soul, and it is equally effective no matter the distance between them is thousands, tens of thousands, or millions of miles.
He also left a copy of the same spiritual stone with his parents.
I hope that when my parents find out that I’m missing, they will have the spiritual stone to comfort them and won’t be too panicked or anxious.
Jiang Yan was soaking in the hot water, and it slowly reminded him of an old story.
…
Three years ago.
Jiang Yan followed his parents to visit a great magician, but met a fortune teller in the magician's home.
She was a woman with long wavy hair and a kind smile. She came from a family of fortune-tellers with the gift of foresight. She had profound magical powers and was well-known.
The fortune teller was a good friend of his mother, and Jiang Yan had met her twice.
The first time was when they were playing with the animals in the yard at home. When he was chasing a wild wolf and passed by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, he could see them sitting in front of a crystal ball.
With the light behind them, Jiang Yan couldn't see their expressions clearly.
The second time he met the fortune teller, Jiang Yan got an impromptu tea leaf fortune telling.
Jiang Yan watched her take the bone china teacup after drinking tea, turn it clockwise three times, and turn it upside down on the saucer. Then, after asking him to wait for a while, he turned the cup over again himself.
"How long will it take?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Either is fine." said the fortune teller.
Jiang Yan waited for about thirty seconds, then walked forward and turned the teacup over.
He actually didn't believe in divination or destiny, but out of respect for his elders, Jiang Yan said nothing and just muttered to himself.
In the smoke rising from the white sage, the fortune teller stared at the tea leaves in the bone china cup, sensing the magic in it. After a while, he slowly said:
"You will go far away."
Jiang Yan thought to himself - it seemed like he had guessed it right, he was going to leave the forest and go to the central city to attend university.
But the main city is not far from home, and the transportation is very convenient.
The fortune teller continued, "I can't see your future, but the divination shows a good omen. It means your future is bright, but the road to the light is bound to be full of obstacles."
"Stick to your heart, go through the fog, and you will gain everything you want."
Jiang Yan caught a glimpse of his parents' expressions and saw that they were much more relaxed. He thought to himself - to work in fortune-telling, one really needs to learn how to say nice things and use ambiguous phrases.
Next, the fortune teller stared at the tea leaves for a long time without saying anything.
Jiang Yan thought that was the end of it, and was about to thank her politely, but she suddenly spoke with a hint of excitement and teasing in her tone:
"I see! You will meet a soul mate, the love of your life!"
Jiang Yan: “…Ah?”
Jiang Yan heard his father sigh, "This kid can find a partner? I don't believe it."
I caught a glimpse of my mother's shining eyes and felt something was wrong.
She was so excited that she kept saying, "Praise the Mother Tree! Goddess! Agnes, help me find the child's information!"
Jiang Yan wanted to refuse, but the fortune teller had already sensed it and spoke very quickly: "He is a handsome man, very talented and rich enough to rival a country."
Jiang Yan's parents: "...boy?"
Fortune Teller: “Hmm!”
Jiang Yan: “…”
He turned around and saw that his parents had quickly accepted the prophecy: "As long as they are a good person and truly love each other, there is nothing wrong with it."
Jiang Yan felt that it was not possible, not because he had any objection to gender, but because he felt that he did not need a partner.
If his parents believed the fortune teller and arranged a blind date for him after he graduated from the academy, it would affect his cultivation.
Jiang Yan frowned and objected: "I don't think it's appropriate."
The fortune teller was packing up the teacups. He frowned and asked in confusion, "No, why do I see the shape of a sword?"
Jiang's father and mother were horrified: "Are you going to marry Jian?"
Jiang Yan slowly relaxed his brows: "No...it's not impossible."
…
Jiang Yan thought of this and remembered the two spiritual stones in front of him, which were the ones his mother forced him to exchange after that day.
They believed the fortune teller's prediction and were afraid that Jiang Yan would go to a faraway place where he would never be able to return home.
With the spiritual stone, at least we can know whether each other is safe.
It turns out that the fortune teller has real skills.
Jiang Yan put the spiritual stone back into the ring and unconsciously glanced around the room.
Hanging on the shelf next to it was the clothes that Gu Jingyun had someone send last night. They were moon-white in color, with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the hem and gold thread outlines on the cuffs.
Jiang Yan's gaze fell on the robe... and the Demon-Destroying Sword next to it.
"Marrying a sword doesn't seem like a bad idea."
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