Li Xiuchen shuddered, quickened his pace and walked forward.
He naturally didn't know that, five miles behind him, a handsome, elegant monk in green sat boredly on a treetop, gazing up at the clear blue sky. Li Xiuchen was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining at the moment, his stamina slightly better than an average person, but not much faster. So, only after Li Xiuchen had walked quite a distance did the monk slowly inched forward, calmly following him.
This person is Luo Jianqing.
After coming out of retreat that day, Luo Jianqing simply packed up his things and went to Xuan Lingzi's bamboo house to say goodbye.
Luo Jianqing bowed, raised the corner of his lips, and smiled faintly, "Master, I want to go out and gain some experience before the sect competition. Since entering the Nascent Soul stage, I have no actual combat experience except fighting with you, so I want to go to Wanshou Ridge to kill monsters and improve my eyesight."
There was silence in the bamboo house for a long time, and suddenly a golden light appeared and flew straight towards Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing didn't avoid it either. He simply took out the Frost Floating Sword and held it in front of his forehead, whispering, "Master, your injuries haven't healed yet. I know my limits and won't take any risks. But please don't let your spirit follow me anymore. I'm worried about your health."
The golden light suddenly stopped upon hearing this, and remained in front of Luo Jianqing, only an inch away from his forehead.
After a long time, Jin Guang turned around and went back to the house, but three kinds of precious light shot out from the house and hung in front of Luo Jianqing.
"Take these three things first. The first one can block three full-strength attacks from a cultivator in the Fusion Stage. The second one contains 70% of my strength. The third one, keep it well. If Frost Floating doesn't work, use this instead."
A cold voice sounded faintly, and Frost Floating Sword let out a sword chant in dissatisfaction, but the sword shook slightly. Frost Floating suddenly became obedient and did not dare to compete with the sword anymore.
Luo Jianqing looked at the sword in front of him with a complicated expression, feeling mixed emotions and not knowing what to say.
Yes, this sword... is Xuan Lingzi’s natal magic weapon, the Xuan Ling Sword.
The simple, unadorned longsword had long since engendered a sword spirit. It bore no superfluous ornamentation, yet it held within it a terrifying, ageless aura. A faint golden light flowed over the Sword God, like wind sweeping through a bamboo forest, or water splashing across the ocean. The sword held within it the myriad forms of the universe. Even the faintest hum of the sword was enough to cause Frost to huddle.
A cold light flashed by, cold and merciless.
It was this sword that pierced Luo Jianqing's heart in his previous life, causing him to take his last breath in disbelief.
Luo Jianqing reached out to grasp the sword, and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his hand. It wasn't the Xuanling Sword that burned him, but the person who had held it for the past three hundred years. A bitter taste filled his heart, and Luo Jianqing's throat choked. He didn't know how he started, but he only heard himself ask, "Master, under what circumstances would you give this sword to someone else?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.
Xuan Lingzi didn't answer. Just when Luo Jianqing was heartbroken, he heard Xuan Lingzi whisper, "Master will only give this sword to someone else for you."
These words slowly disappeared in the wind. Luo Jianqing looked at the bamboo house silently, then bowed and turned to leave.
He didn't understand Xuan Lingzi's words, but he could hear the affirmative tone in his voice. Xuan Lingzi wasn't lying. So, in his previous life, he had lent this sword to Li Xiuchen for him, to get rid of this traitor, to... kill him?
So, it was really for him.
As they reached the bamboo forest, Luo Jianqing suddenly stopped, abruptly removed the Xuanling Sword from his waist, and exerted force on his wrist. A stream of light shot backwards, the sword's aura compelling and stirring up a cloud of dust thousands of feet high.
clang!
The Xuanling Sword pierced into the window bars beside the bamboo house's door, going three inches into the wood.
Luo Jianqing didn't even turn around. He just smiled and said loudly, "Master, I hope that one day you can leave that bamboo house and personally hand over your natal sword to me. You also said that cultivators shouldn't rely too much on external things. This new green bamboo umbrella and your spiritual power orb are enough. The Xuanling Sword... is too heavy for me to lift."
After saying this, without waiting for Xuan Lingzi to answer, Luo Jianqing flew away.
The pain in his heart gradually dissipated when he threw the sword. Luo Jianqing quickly found Li Xiuchen who had just left Taihua Mountain. He followed him and followed Li Xiuchen all the way across two states to a small town on the edge of Wanshou Ridge.
Li Xiuchen had rarely left Taihua Mountain, so upon seeing this strange town, he couldn't help but feel curious and wander around. There were countless corpses of demon beasts here, and they also sold various magic weapons, elixirs, and spiritual beasts. Although it didn't attract Luo Jianqing, it kept Li Xiuchen's gaze for a long time.
When Luo Jianqing arrived in the town, he went to an inn where he used to stay and checked in directly.
After finishing everything, Luo Jianqing walked to the window and gazed towards Mount Taihua. Even from two states away, he could still see a faint spiritual energy rising into the sky, pointing to the center of the continent for everyone to see. That was Yuxiao Peak. This spiritual energy, condensed into a physical form, was formed by the spiritual vein that Yuxiao Peak occupied.
From early morning to evening, when the bright moon rose in the east, Luo Jianqing sighed and looked away.
"Anyway, that's all from my past life. In this life... he loves me. What happened in my past life has nothing to do with him in this life. I shouldn't take my anger out on him, I shouldn't take my anger out on him, I shouldn't..." His voice stopped abruptly, a piercing pain radiating from his chest. Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth, then narrowed his eyes. His voice was filled with indelible hatred and pain. "No, I will demand an explanation from him sooner or later! After I enter the Spiritual Transformation stage, after I force him out of that bamboo house!"
A surge of energy and blood surged in his body, and Luo Jianqing immediately sat cross-legged to meditate and regulate his breathing.
However, just as he adjusted the blood and spiritual power in his body, he heard a strange sound coming from downstairs of the inn. Luo Jianqing frowned and listened carefully for a while, and suddenly
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