Chapter 25 "Chi Wan. Long time no see."...
The turbulent currents within the spiritual veins stirred a restlessness within her, making her eager to know what it was that made her spiritual veins so captivating.
After the bell rang twice, a large water mirror, the size of a face, suddenly appeared in front of them. The water in the mirror was churning, but there was nothing inside.
Then several items appeared under the bell.
Without exception, they were all swords. Some were gleaming, some were dull and lifeless, some were long, some were short, some were sharp, and some were dull and rusty.
She glanced at it and couldn't help but think to herself, "While it's true that some things in the cultivation world can't be judged by their appearance, isn't it a bit much not to wipe off the mud and dust on them?"
There was nothing to see. Meng Chiwan glanced at it twice and was about to leave. The water mirror didn't react much either.
But after she took only two steps, the spiritual veins in her body began to boil even more intensely, and the restlessness did not subside in the slightest.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked back to the string of bells. Looking at the water mirror, she asked, "Are you the seller? Do you have anything else of interest?"
The water mirror churned, as if it were about to overflow at any moment, but for a long while, it only churned and no one appeared.
Meng Chiwan felt puzzled, but could only walk away in disappointment.
She had barely taken a step when she felt Yun Xianqing reach out and pull her back. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the water in the mirror, which had been churning and churning, had turned black at some point.
The more you stir the water, the darker it gets.
It was pitch black, and looked rather eerie.
Meng Chiwan stood there, staring intently at the water mirror. Strangely, the agitation in her heart and spiritual veins gradually subsided, as if someone had thrown a piece of ice into the sea of her heart.
Then, a voice came: "Yes, I have the most suitable magical artifact for you in the whole world."
It was a gentle yet magnetic voice, each note like the sound of water shattering jade.
Before she could even wonder why he knew which weapon was best suited for her, a long sword appeared in the water mirror.
It was an ordinary longsword. Compared to the dazzling longsword beside it, it appeared much dimmer, even inconspicuous.
But Meng Chiwan's heart was in turmoil at this moment, and her spiritual veins began to surge again, as if they were clamoring for her to buy them directly.
So she asked, "May I pick it up and take a look?"
Shui Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay. You'll be satisfied."
Meng Chiwan reached out and picked up the longsword. The moment she touched it, she felt its icy coldness, almost like it was burning hot, which caused her hand to sting inexplicably.
But her eyes couldn't leave it. To be precise, it was its sword tassel. Above the elegant pale blue tassel was a pale blue jade ring.
She gently stroked from the tassel all the way up to the jade ring. Then, spiritual energy unconsciously emanated from her fingertips.
In an instant, a streak of light flashed across the sword, and a mottled pattern of colors swept from the tip to the end, as if the entire sword had been swept clean. Looking at it again, the sword became radiant and dazzling, even more so than the most dazzling sword she had seen at first glance.
As her fingertips slipped, they inadvertently passed through the pale blue jade ring, and as her fingertips drooped down, they gently hooked around it.
Then she saw the long sword slowly shrink, and the jade ring deformed as she pulled. Meng Chiwan opened her eyes wide and saw that the water mirror didn't say anything, so she simply put two fingers in the ring and pulled the jade ring.
A pale blue arrow of light slowly emerged from the jade ring, while the two sides of the jade ring gradually transformed into the shape of a longbow.
In the end, the longsword shrank to the size of a pendant, hanging down from the bottom of the bow along with the tassel, swaying gently, becoming a true bow tassel.
But now the arrow is on the bowstring, and there's no choice but to release it.
Meng Chiwan hesitated for a moment, but fortunately, a spell was cast from the water mirror in the next instant, and the pale blue arrow disappeared from her fingertips.
Then the person in the water mirror spoke again: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Meng Chiwan replied without hesitation: "So-so. Even if it's said to be the most suitable weapon for me in the whole world, it's nothing special."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard two soft laughs coming from the water mirror: "Girl, you want to bargain? But I don't charge you any fees in the first place."
“That would be even more unacceptable. Where in the world is there a free lunch?” She narrowed her eyes slightly, put down her longbow, and then spoke.
The moment the longbow was lowered, it slowly transformed back into a longsword, no different from before, returning to its ordinary appearance.
The turbulent currents within the spiritual veins had not yet ceased. They had briefly stopped when the longsword was touched earlier.
She didn't know what this meant, but judging from Yun Xianqing's behavior and her own feelings, she must have found her destined weapon.
Yun Xianqing stood to the side without saying anything, leaving everything to her to decide.
"This reward isn't exactly cheap, but it's definitely something you can afford." The voice came from the water mirror again, sounding almost like it was smiling, though it was said in a deliberately profound way.
"What?" Meng Chiwan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked.
"A drop of your blood." The voice came from the water mirror again.
"What do you want my blood for?" Meng Chiwan asked hesitantly.
“I’m not doing anything. I’ve always made deals on a whim. Today, I just want a drop of your blood,” the voice on the other end of the mirror replied.
"What exactly do we need to do?" Meng Chiwan paused for a moment, then asked cautiously.
“…Try it.” Shui Jing sighed helplessly on the other end of the line before replying.
Meng Chiwan: "...Do you think I believe that?"
“If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. You’ve come to the Immortal Ritual Hall, so you should know that all transactions here depend on the conscience of both parties,” Shui Jing replied.
Meng Chiwan lifted her foot to leave, but the spiritual energy within her body surged instantly, causing her to feel uncomfortable all over. She gritted her teeth, trying to forcefully suppress the feeling, but to no avail.
Unconvinced, she took a few more steps, and a sharp pain began to surge through her spiritual veins. Her face turned pale instantly, but fortunately, Yun Xianqing caught her in time.
“…You eat it in front of me.” In the end, she could only return to the bell, almost helplessly.
“Okay. You can drip it onto the water mirror and let it come to me, then I can eat it, or... you can stretch out your hand…”
"...No need, I'll drip it on. Just let me see half of your face." Meng Chiwan was speechless, but the spiritual veins within her body left her with no way to resist.
Is this possible? The seller didn't pressure the buyer, the buyer rationally didn't want to buy, but the buyer's body forced them to buy...
Then, a small, transparent bottle was sent out from the water mirror, which Meng Chiwan reached out and took.
Before pricking her fingertip, Meng Chiwan glanced at Yun Xianqing and asked, "Does the Immortal Lord think I should buy it?"
“I don’t have a definite answer either. But you’re really in pain, aren’t you?” Yun Xianqing spoke softly, his tone gentle, as if he could sense the restlessness in her spiritual veins.
Having obtained the answer, Meng Chiwan shifted her gaze, pricked her fingernail, dripped the blood into the bottle, and sent it back into the water mirror in one go.
A small half of the face suddenly appeared in the water mirror. Although it was only half a face, it was clear that the person was not very old. The half of the lips was bright red, as if they had been rouged.
He raised his hand, and you could see that his hand was porcelain white, and seemed to be almost bloodless.
Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the drop of blood.
Before sending it over, Meng Chiwan had specially marked the bottle with her spiritual power. Now, looking at the bottle again, she was eight or nine parts convinced.
He said, "The sword is yours now. Its name is Falling Moon. But now that it's yours, you can name it again."
She reached out and gripped the Falling Moon Sword tightly.
Then the wind picked up. The bells all over the street were stirred, and the bells that shouldn't have been making a sound suddenly jingled all at once.
A thick fog rolled in, enveloping the entire street, obscuring the bell and water mirror in front of her. In a panic, she quickly grabbed Yun Xianqing's sleeve.
If they get separated, given her familiarity with this place...
"Each group can only buy one item here. Once you've bought it, the pavilion will close. Each group enters a parallel world, and the others don't interfere with each other," Yun Xianqing's voice sounded beside her. He explained softly, then asked, "What name do you want to give it?"
She thought for a moment, then spoke: "Jinglan."
The azure tassels resemble the surface of water, and ripples spread across the bowstring. Let us call it, Startling Waves.
From then on, she also had her own true natal magical artifact. "Jinglan, Jinglan," she repeated in her heart several times, unable to suppress the joy welling up within her.
She held a long sword, dispersing the mist, as if she could cut down whatever lay ahead, and stop all misfortune at the point where the bowstring touched.
Her eyes shone brightly, as if a thousand hopes were brewing within them. In those pupils, the mist was no longer hazy, and she could clearly see Yun Xianqing's gaze fixed on her, seemingly filled with something.
"Is Chi Wan very happy?"
"nature."
"What about the spiritual veins?"
"very good."
"Feel it again."
"seem……"
In the thick fog, Meng Chiwan felt her spiritual veins calm down, and then the suppression that sealed her realm showed signs of loosening.
Spiritual energy circulates throughout the body, vital energy returns to its origin, and heat arises in the dantian.
"It seems... I'm close to forming my core." She raised her head and murmured.
The fog dissipated. The crowd thronged. The dark door slowly closed, like the closing of a huge, dark eye.
Meng Chiwan turned around and saw a bright red dot in the darkness. It was faint and fleeting. A sudden unease welled up in her heart, but Yun Xianqing seemed not to notice.
The long arrow was burning brightly, scorching the entire airflow, blazing fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow tip was already within arm's reach.
Meng Chiwan opened her eyes and suddenly felt her dantian getting hotter and hotter. Without thinking, she drew her longsword, ready to cut down the arrow.
Yun Xianqing, standing beside him, made a hand seal, but then frowned.
Then two clear, resonant notes were heard.
Two streams of air rushed in and collided with the long arrow.
The long arrow burst into flames in mid-air.
"Chi Wan. Long time no see."
Author's Note: Long time no see! [Sprinkling flowers]
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The text is as follows:
In the nineteenth year after Song Wanting transmigrated into the book, she met Wen Jingyi.
At that time, she was the youngest Mahayana stage expert in the entire cultivation world.
At that time, Wen Jingyi, who was once the eldest son of the Wen family and was now a cuckoo in the nest, had his cultivation destroyed and was exiled to the north.
The north was bitterly cold, yet Wen Jingyi, with his mortal body, climbed nine hundred and ninety-nine snow towers for her, picking the only broken jade flower in the world for her. He endured the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart, yet still smiled and asked her if she liked it.
Song Wanting thought that was love. A person was willing to give everything for her, just to make her happy.
Therefore, it is understandable that she later abandoned the path of ruthlessness for him, gave up everything, and started over.
She went from being the high and mighty Palace Master of Fuyi Palace to becoming a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world.
Everyone says that no matter how famous she was in the past, or how much of a prodigy she was, she was ultimately defeated by a man.
Wen Jingyi asked her if she regretted it, and she just smiled and shook her head, saying she didn't regret it.
Until the twenty-second year of Chunhe, when Wen Jingyi personally knocked her off the cliff and sealed her under the cliff of Bukui, Song Wanting looked at his smiling eyes and suddenly thought of that broken jade flower.
She asked why.
But Wen Jingyi's dark eyes held no trace of affection, only a vast expanse of frost. He gave her no answer, yet it seemed as if he had given her the most resolute answer.
When she later heard that Wen Jingyi had used her own blood and bones to carve the most beautiful flower for her beloved, she had little reaction.
It was only when he learned that there were originally two Broken Jade Flowers that he gave the most translucent one to White Moonlight before giving her the remaining one that she was furious for the first time.
It turns out that even this one and only love has been divided into two.
She suddenly thought of a saying: "Others won't give me what's left over unless they pick it up themselves."
In the twenty-fourth year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Song Wanting broke the seal and climbed up from the bottom of the Bitter Cliff.
In front of the entire cultivation world, he presented Wen Jingyi with seventeen swords as a tribute to the seventeen years of Chunhe when she abandoned the path of ruthlessness.
The broken jade flowers fell to the ground and were trampled into the mud by her.
She broke off a section of his finger bone, carved it into a bone whistle, and sent it to his beloved from afar.
Then they imprisoned him in the Fuyi Palace, tormenting him day and night.
On the day of Song Wanting's wedding to Wen Ruxu, the real eldest son of the Wen family, she received countless blessings, but Wen Jingyi's was the only one missing.
Wen Jingyi also escaped from Fuyi Palace on that day.
That day, Wen Jingyi's white clothes were stained blood red, and his eyes were filled with intense madness.
The joyous music of their wedding became Wen Ruxu's mournful lament before her death. Wen Jingyi's white robe, stained crimson, became her true wedding attire.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the once upright and honorable eldest son of the Wen family had fallen into demonic possession and become a fearsome monster.
After that, Wen Jingyi went mad, searching high and low for the most unique broken jade flower in the world, hoping that Song Wanting would look at him again.
Consumption Guide:
1. The male lead is truly insane and a real jerk, but the white moonlight is a misunderstanding; both are virgins.
2. This is a cultivation novel with many personal settings; please do not take it too seriously.
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