Chapter 32 He thought she was someone who could be summoned and commanded at will…
She only has one minute left!
The line of words in my mind was cold and abrupt:
Penalty for failure: Extinction of existence.
Could it be... that she's really going to die here because she can't complete her mission?
But she didn't want to die!
She's come this far with great difficulty, and she still has to participate in the inner sect selection, complete sect missions, and see more places. She's only nineteen years old.
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi hated this damned strategy system. She was like a weak insect, inexplicably bound to the strategy system, threatened with her life by the system, and forced to complete all sorts of tasks.
If possible, she also wanted to rely on her own efforts to gradually enter the inner sect and get to know Ji Fuguang little by little.
Instead of being forced to make a fool of themselves every time they have to complete a task.
Even this recent falling out with Ji Fuguang, when traced back to the source, was ultimately due to this strategy system.
But she was completely helpless; she was utterly powerless to resist the system within her consciousness.
Sheng Zhiyi clutched the paper, preparing to turn around and find Ji Fuguang. No matter what, she didn't want to die here over such a ridiculous little thing.
She turned around abruptly, only to bump into something hard. Sheng Zhiyi clutched her forehead and cried out in pain.
The man gently pulled Sheng Zhiyi, who was in his arms, aside, glanced down at the haphazard, illegible characters on the paper, took the brush from Sheng Zhiyi's hand, and completed the first two sentences.
The stream is unfathomably deep, and only a lone cloud hides in its secluded spot.
A sliver of moonlight peeks through the pines, its clear light still shining for you.
Sheng Zhiyi caught a whiff of the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms.
But she didn't have time to discern anything, her attention was completely focused on the countdown in her mind.
00:00:57.
00:00:56.
00:00:55.
00:00:55.
The countdown has stopped!
Sheng Zhiyi looked up and saw Ji Fuguang's clearly defined jawline. Only then did she belatedly realize that the two of them were pressed tightly together, and she was practically in Ji Fuguang's arms.
Ji Fuguang took a step back, separating the two of them. He glanced at Sheng Zhiyi but said nothing.
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. She had long forgotten the little tiff with Ji Fuguang. She grabbed Ji Fuguang's sleeve and shook it gently, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Senior brother."
Ji Fuguang raised his eyes, glanced at her hand, and stuffed the messy paper into Sheng Zhiyi's other hand. "Junior Sister, it turns out you have a very high talent in talisman cultivation."
Fu Xiu's writing is often only decipherable by themselves and the ghosts they summon. Ji Fuguang is mocking her writing as being like ghostly scribbles.
Sheng Zhiyi was in a very good mood at this moment, and replied with a smile, "That's right, that's exactly it."
Anyway, Ji Fuguang could understand it and even finished the poem. Since Ji Fuguang is not a talisman cultivator, then who is he...?
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang with a smile.
Ji Fuguang made another hand seal, and spiritual energy flowed, forming a new barrier on the table. He then spoke:
"The library is about to close; you may not linger here."
Having completed her mission, Sheng Zhiyi naturally didn't want to stay any longer, so she quickly nodded and said, "Let's go then."
Ji Fuguang turned around, and Sheng Zhiyi walked beside him, the two walking side by side.
After the third ringing of the Heart-Clearing Bell, the library was already empty.
As soon as the two left the library, the door was tightly closed from the inside, forbidding anyone from entering unless ordered by the sect leader.
Sheng Zhiyi belatedly realized that Ji Fuguang had not asked her a single question about writing poetry from beginning to end.
The two stood on the high platform at the entrance of the library. At this moment, a night breeze suddenly rose, and the warm spring breeze, mixed with the scent of grass, gently caressed their cheeks like soft waves.
In such a lazy and gentle breeze, nothing else seems to matter.
Sheng Zhiyi stretched out her arms, took a deep breath, and just wanted to close her eyes and rest.
But then Ji Fuguang chuckled softly, his voice gentle: "Junior Sister is so relaxed, I'm sure you'll be a shoo-in for the inner sect selection in three days."
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her arm and glared at him.
This guy is just like the kind of parent who can't stand seeing their child relax. After doing homework for ten hours, even if they only take a five-minute break, he'll still remind them that it's time for their exam.
But once she speaks, he'll definitely look puzzled. Junior sister, you're overthinking it. I didn't mean it that way.
Damn it, she was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.
Perhaps anger made her rational; Sheng Zhiyi suddenly thought of something and decided to strike while the iron was hot:
"Yes, senior brother, the inner sect selection is coming soon. I've been practicing swordsmanship every day for the past two weeks. Suddenly not being able to go to Frostflower Peak makes me uneasy. What do you think..."
If we seize this opportunity to speak up, we might be able to get her back to Frostflower Peak.
She has no major problems with swordsmanship, and she is quite confident in herself since her battle with Qin Shaoyang.
However, her mental cultivation technique is indeed her weakness. She hasn't practiced it enough and hasn't accumulated enough spiritual power, so she can't fight for a long time. If her opponent drags it out for too long, she will definitely lose.
If Ji Fuguang could provide some guidance on the mental techniques within these three days, her chances of winning would increase significantly.
Sheng Zhiyi unconsciously revealed an expectant look on her face.
Ji Fuguang blinked, his straight eyelashes falling on his phoenix eyes. He said with a hint of amusement, "I don't understand what you're saying, Junior Sister. Frostflower Peak hasn't set up any barriers for you, so what's the point of saying you can't reach it? If you don't believe me, you can try it now."
...
So Ji Fuguang is such a nice guy, he didn't ask her to leave at all, and all of this was just her overthinking things, right? Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth.
She smiled and said slowly, "Then thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother, but I have other important matters to attend to today, so I'll visit you tomorrow."
Did he think she was someone he could summon and dismiss at will? He invited her to come, and she wasn't happy about it!
After speaking, Sheng Zhiyi didn't look at Ji Fuguang's expression, bowed to herself, and walked towards the servants' quarters.
Along the way, they parted flowers and brushed against willows, their steps hurried.
Back in the servants' quarters, Sheng Zhiyi cautiously closed the doors and windows, carefully inspected the room, and then cast a spell to set up a protective barrier.
Her words just now weren't just out of spite towards Ji Fuguang; she did have something extremely important to do tonight that she had to keep away from everyone, including Ji Fuguang.
That is—change, spirit, root!
Having completed the task of writing poems together today, she finally accumulated 500 points, which she could exchange for a low-level spiritual root in the Treasure Pavilion.
Although it was only a low-level spiritual root, it was still hundreds of times stronger than her own mixed spiritual root.
While he couldn't compare to Ji Fuguang's rare spiritual root, he could still be considered outstanding among ordinary disciples.
After thoroughly arranging the room, Sheng Zhiyi sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the Treasure Pavilion that came with the system in her mind, and began to browse it carefully.
Rare spiritual root, innate sword bone, sword heart and sword soul...
The Treasure Pavilion truly had everything. The more Sheng Zhiyi looked, the more envious she became, wishing she could exchange for it immediately. However, after seeing the points required below, she calmed down.
Forget it, I should be more practical.
She didn't want to look at those fancy names anymore, so she looked directly at the bottom layer.
The name is friendly, and the price is also down-to-earth.
Sheng Zhiyi carefully selected two spiritual roots from those priced at 500 spirit stones.
One is the Tempering Spiritual Root, which, when channeling spiritual power, instantly transforms sword energy into something exceptionally sharp and chillingly cold. It can not only impervious to hardwood and ordinary iron, but also leave deep scratches on low-level protective qi and low-level magical artifacts. When drawing the sword, one can clearly feel the exhilarating sensation of "cutting iron like mud," far exceeding the attack power of sword cultivators of the same level.
One is the Stream Moss Spirit Root, the only one among the 500 spirit roots that possesses self-healing abilities. However, its self-healing ability is extremely weak, only slightly faster than a normal person's wounds or recovery of stamina after exhaustion. Moreover, sword cultivators emphasize sharpness and imposing aura, while the spiritual energy provided by the Stream Moss Spirit Root is gentle and gradual, lacking any explosive power, making it somewhat strenuous and clumsy.
Sheng Zhiyi frowned and hesitated for a moment between the two spiritual roots.
The Tempering Root seems good in every way, but if we only consider sharpness, her "Amazing Feather" is a divine weapon of the God Clan, which is already exceptionally sharp. This root doesn't seem to be of much use to her.
Although Kexi Tai's spiritual root has a self-healing effect, it is too weak in the early stages. It seems even worse than her current mixed spiritual root. Her spiritual power accumulation is already insufficient. If she were to change to this spiritual root, it would probably be even more difficult.
Comparing the two, Sheng Zhiyi focused her attention on the Tempering Spirit Root. Although this spirit root could not make up for her shortcomings, it could bring out her strengths and was truly the most suitable spirit root for sword cultivators.
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was about to press the purchase button, a voice suddenly rang out in the room:
"What are you doing!"
The sound was crisp and loud, right next to her, startling her so much that her consciousness wavered, and the system emitted a soft "ding-dong" sound.
Where did that sound come from?
She clearly checked every single place!
Sheng Zhiyi jumped off the bed, drew out the "Jinghong Feather," and assumed a fighting stance.
However, the room was empty, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and it was completely silent.
"Oh dear, how could you be so stupid!"
The voice rang out again, and it sounded somewhat familiar.
Sheng Zhiyi then realized that the voice did not come from the outside world, but from her mind.
She raised the "Stunning Feather" in her hand and tried to ask in her mind, "Sword Spirit? You've woken up?"
"Jinghongyu" snorted, her childish voice ringing out crisply, sounding annoyed: "I was dormant in the sword, my soul was almost fully nourished, when I suddenly sensed something was wrong and woke up. What are you doing? Sneaking around in the room all by yourself, it doesn't look like anything good is going on!"
Hearing "Jinghongyu" say this, Sheng Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. When the voice suddenly rang out just now, she seemed to have heard a system notification...
Has he already obtained a spiritual root?!
Sheng Zhiyi quickly looked at the Treasure Pavilion, and her expression changed drastically.
Among her purchase records, the name of a spiritual root appeared.
Stream moss spirit root.
She had only learned sword techniques during this period and hadn't had time to learn the mental cultivation method yet, so her spiritual power was already insufficient. And just now, she accidentally bought this completely unsuitable moss spiritual root.
"Oh no! I actually got the Stream Moss Spirit Root... My Tempering Edge Spirit Root!"
Sheng Zhiyi was filled with regret and sat dejectedly on the bed.
She went through countless hardships to finally save up five hundred spirit stones, only to end up exchanging them for a useless spiritual root.
The inner sect selection is just around the corner, what should she do?!
Jinghongyu's voice suddenly turned cold and solemn:
"A tempered spiritual root? What on earth is going on?!"
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