"Xiaoyu, congratulations!"
Jiang Yuan stepped forward and hugged An Xiaoyu.
An Xiaoyu was also feeling quite pleased with herself. She excitedly asked, "Darling, guess what the origin of this nine-colored feather fan is?"
"This?" Jiang Yuan couldn't answer. His erudition came from his Heavenly Eye. If he didn't even understand the Heavenly Eye, then he would most likely know nothing at all.
"You know that male and female peacocks are different, right?" An Xiaoyu reminded him intentionally, seemingly warning Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "I know, male peacocks are beautiful, but female peacocks are just so-so."
"Then what material is this nine-colored feather fan made of?" An Xiaoyu deliberately flicked the nine-colored feather fan that hung down to her thighs.
"Peacock feathers, of course."
Not entirely correct!
An Xiaoyu smiled and began to share her knowledge. She said, "To be precise, this nine-colored feather fan is made up of the tail feathers of a male peacock. It was the natal magic weapon of the first generation of Heavenly Demon Body, and it was passed down and improved through generations until it was passed down to me."
Jiang Yuan: "No, why use the tail feathers of a male peacock?"
He seemed to have a slight realization.
An Xiaoyu continued, "The feathers of male peacocks that can display their plumage are even more beautiful, and this nine-colored feather fan is made up of the most perfect tail feathers from ninety-nine male peacocks, symbolizing the complete conquest of the opponent. By the way, the weakest of these male peacocks are all demigods."
Jiang Yuan could only laugh awkwardly; the one who made the nine-colored feather fan was definitely the epitome of a scoundrel.
"What a pity, I once owned an ocean, but now I can only scoop up a mouthful to drink," An Xiaoyu sighed softly, her eyes still blinking brightly at Jiang Yuan.
"That's a pity, I can't grow a beautiful tail feather either, otherwise I could have given you one." Jiang Yuan joked along with An Xiaoyu.
"Really? Does my darling really want to be a stingy man?" An Xiaoyu said playfully, hugging Jiang Yuan.
"Hey, don't make such vulgar jokes!"
Jiang Yuan immediately chickened out; the woman's downward glance was too dangerous.
"No sincerity!"
An Xiaoyu poked Jiang Yuan's stomach with her fan before explaining the true effects of the Nine-Colored Feather Fan.
As the natal magic weapon of the Heavenly Demon Body, the Nine-Colored Feather Fan has an unchanging passive effect: it doubles all final damage against male creatures. This effect can only be described as a weak punch for a fake fight, but for a real female punch, you still have to look to the Nine-Colored Feather Fan.
The other type is adapted to An Xiaoyu's own ability and is called Hundred Feather Kill. The Nine-Colored Feather Fan will shoot out all the tail feathers on her body to complete the kill. The damage of each tail feather will continue to increase. With An Xiaoyu's current level, the final blow can even injure a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Of course, Hundred Feather Kill also has its limitations. Each tail feather needs to be charged, so the cooldown time is much longer than that of a normal skill.
"Great! From now on, the important task of fanning you will be yours!" Jiang Yuan smiled happily, already imagining the comfortable life ahead.
"That depends on your performance, or I'll slap you away!"
After An Xiaoyu awakened her natal magic weapon, she became even more clingy, constantly pestering Jiang Yuan to flirt with him.
"It's not appropriate now, it would be bad if it interfered with Zhao Di!" Jiang Yuan restrained An Xiaoyu, then pointed to Liu Zhao Di, who was still awakening beside him.
An Xiaoyu was a sensible person. She knew Jiang Yuan's importance in Liu Zhaodi's heart. If their little actions really disturbed Liu Zhaodi, she would definitely regret it.
"Sister Zhaodi has already absorbed thirty Supreme Realm Relics, so why hasn't her natal magic weapon taken shape yet?"
An Xiaoyu leaned against Jiang Yuan's chest, looking listlessly at Liu Zhaodi not far away. To this day, she had been in this space for seventy days, but Liu Zhaodi still hadn't made a move.
"Did we fail?"
Jiang Yuan couldn't help but have doubts. He hadn't been able to awaken his natal magic weapon after seventy days, which made him somewhat suspicious.
However, just as the two were wondering, auspicious light suddenly burst forth from the Lucky Space, and Daoist chants began to resound within it.
"A natal magic weapon?"
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