Xiangli Youming took the whip that Yuan Qi handed him. The whip was purple, braided into three strands, and very smooth. It was about three feet long, and the part he held had a red rope. The rope had been soaked in something, and it was very shiny and had a special smell that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"It's a good thing." Xiangli Youming could still feel the spiritual energy flowing through it as he held it in his hand. "It must be quite powerful, right?"
Yuan Qi smiled faintly, "Of course, this was picked from the demon realm in Tushan. It fought against the guarding demon beasts for a whole day and night. This resurrection grass is at least seven or eight hundred years old, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, so its spiritual power is extraordinary. It is most effective against ghost cultivators and souls that have been possessed, and it can also deal with those ghosts. Someone with some cultivation like you can use it with ease."
Xiangli Youming looked closely and saw that the vines on the whip had been smoothed out. He stretched the whip and found it to be very tough. Even with all his strength, he couldn't budge it an inch.
It was clear that the rattan was very tough, and polishing it must have been quite difficult. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "You made this, didn't you? That must have been incredibly difficult."
Yuan Qi hummed in agreement: "I made it. This Soul-Returning Whip is shorter and less powerful than mine, but you still can't underestimate it. Don't treat it like an ordinary whip. It's a magic weapon, and there are specific rules for using it."
Xiangli Youming was very impressed: "I didn't know you could forge magical artifacts. Is there anything you can't do?"
Yuan Qi is a bit arrogant.
Xiangli Baoyu, who was standing next to her, also touched the Soul-Returning Whip. She played with the whip together with Xiangli Youming.
"Let's find a spacious place, and I'll demonstrate how to use this whip." Yuan Qi stood up and walked outside.
Xiangli Baoyu followed, asking curiously, "I also know a little martial arts; can I use this whip too?"
Xiangli Youming followed with a whip, also very curious: "Yes, everyone in the Xiangli family knows a little bit of martial arts. Even though my sister isn't very healthy, she still knows a little."
Yuan Qi said, "It is possible, but the power it can unleash will not be as great."
Xiangli Youxiang thought of something: "What would happen if my second uncle took this whip?"
Yuan Qi shrugged: "If he knows how to use it, it will become a powerful tool, like adding wings to a tiger. So you must keep it safe and not let him get his hands on it."
Xiangli Youming gave an "oh" and handed the Soul-Returning Whip to Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi held it in his hand and infused it with spiritual power. The Soul-Returning Whip immediately emitted a purple light, winding along the entire whip. In the blink of an eye, the whip grew several times longer, like a swimming dragon.
Xiangli Youming and Xiangli Baoyu exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and even the four guards exclaimed in amazement, calling it miraculous.
The resurrected creature kept swimming, its purple light shining brightly in the sunlight, looking quite powerful.
Yuan Qi gave a slight shake, and the bluestone bricks on the ground shattered into pieces.
She brandished her whip, which seemed to have eyes, and directly entangled a rockery in the courtyard. Yuan Qi flicked it lightly, and the rockery shattered into pieces.
Yuan Qi withdrew her spiritual power, and the whip's light dimmed. She handed the whip to Xiangli Youming.
He further explained, "If it hits a person, the physical body will be injured, and the soul will also dissipate. Even if the soul does not dissipate, the person will become mentally impaired. Even if it encounters someone with high spiritual power, it can still injure their soul. Therefore, unless you are facing someone who has committed heinous crimes, do not use it."
“Okay.” Xiangli Youming took the whip and, following Yuan Qi’s technique, infused it with spiritual power. The Soul-Returning Whip grew larger, but it was only one-third the size that Yuan Qi had created. The whip only increased in length from three feet to six feet.
Xiangli Youming felt a lack of accomplishment, realizing the gap between himself and Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi chuckled and said with interest, "That's already quite good. You're only thirteen years old and you can make the whip double in length. That's impressive. By the way, you must be careful when you use it, so you don't hit yourself. If you do, you'll become an idiot just like me."
Xiangli Youming felt embarrassed in front of Yuan Qi. Eager to show off, he whipped the ground hard. As a result, the bluestone bricks only cracked with a large gap, without shattering into pieces and flying debris.
He was very disappointed.
Yuan Qi didn't think anything of it and even comforted him: "This is a magical artifact, not something that ordinary people can control. It's already quite good that you've achieved such an effect on your first use. Practice more in the future, and you'll become much more skilled at using it over time. You can practice whip techniques with an ordinary whip first, and once you're proficient and sure you can't hit yourself, then you can practice with the Soul-Returning Whip."
Xiangli Youming nodded repeatedly: "You're right, but you're only ten years old, even younger than me..."
Yuan Qi stared at him intently for two seconds and explained, "My age isn't calculated like that. I'm much older than you. Don't feel pressured. As long as you practice hard, you'll definitely master the technique."
At this moment, Xiangli Baoyu was already testing the whip. The whip was her usual weapon, and she was even more skilled at using it than Xiangli Youming. Although she couldn't make the whip longer, the power she displayed shattered the bluestone bricks.
Baoyu was overjoyed: "Sister Yuanqi, do you think I'm amazing too?"
Yuan Qi nodded in surprise: "That's right, it's really surprising that you can unleash such power even without spiritual power."
When Xiangli Youming heard the commotion and looked over, he had a bad feeling. He went over, took the whip, and lashed it hard at the ground. Sure enough, the whip not only grew longer, but also shattered the ground.
He finally managed a smile.
Yuan Qi said, "I told you that with more practice you can definitely do it. Don't rush, take your time."
Xiangli Youming hummed in agreement.
The three returned to the house, and Yuan Qi said, "You gave me so much Kunlun jade last time, so consider this whip my return gift. You don't need to pay for it."
Hearing this, Xiangli Youming was still a little unhappy. Yuan Qi didn't treat him as one of his own. Giving him something was called a return gift. If he were one of his own, why would he call it a return gift?
He felt that he still had a long way to go, and he didn't know when Yuan Qi would fully accept him.
Xiangli Youming summoned his personal guard, Xuanyu: "Find a box and put it away carefully. This is my most precious possession."
When their master received something good, the four guards, including Xuan Yu, were also very happy. They looked at the Soul-Returning Whip for a long time before finally putting it in a slender and exquisite box.
Xiangli Youming said sincerely, "I also have a magic weapon now, Yuan Qi, I want to thank you properly."
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