Chapter 2: First Encounter with Jun Chao
He Cen rolled his eyes. Ouyang Yinyin had a nice idea.
The system was still relatively normal and gave her some advice.
[Host, please try to become my disciple first. The difficulty of the next few targets will increase. Please proceed with caution.]
Ouyang Yinyin waved her hands nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? I have the Guichuan Sword in my hand, and he has already recognized me as his master. Even for the only immortal weapon in the world of cultivation, that group of people dare not do anything to me."
"If they want to get the Guichuan Sword, they must be respectful to me as its master."
System: ...
[Host, it is a good thing that you have this confidence and courage. 】
He Cen cursed a few idiots in his heart. This strategy girl must have something wrong with her brain. Guichuan Sword is important, so everyone wants the sword. What does it have to do with her?
It's just the master who acknowledged his master by dripping blood. This is the world of fantasy cultivation. How could there be no way to wash away the contractual relationship?
Let this fool be blindly confident; he just wants to find a way to recover from his injuries.
When his strength is almost recovered, he will definitely avenge his past shame. Now that he has transformed into such a powerful sword spirit, it would be a shame if he doesn't kill these selfish ghosts until they are two feet high.
The Tianhai Sect is worthy of being the largest sect in the world of cultivation. The road up the mountain alone is extremely long.
The fairy mountains are majestic, the fairy palaces are grand. Ouyang Yinyin has complained about being tired countless times along the way. He Cen is tired of hearing her complaints. With this kind of character, why is she still practicing in the world of cultivation?
It's really unfair that such a person can be the heroine.
After finally passing the entrance exam, Ouyang Yinyin pounded her sore calves and said, "I'm so exhausted. When will I be accepted as a disciple?"
"I am the first in the trial. Lord Yanfang will come out to greet me personally, right?"
The system remained silent, probably because it was shocked by the woman's confident words.
He Cen took advantage of this gap and sent out a trace of his spiritual consciousness to take a look.
The sword spirit has changed its core, and He Cen wants to test how much control the current heroine still has over him.
As expected, neither Ouyang Yinyin nor the system noticed that he could move freely with his powerful spiritual consciousness.
That's great!
He Cen had a moment of freedom and wished he could travel around the Tianhai Sect right away. The fairy mountain of this largest sect for cultivating immortals was full of spiritual energy, which was many times better than Ouyang Yinyin's inferior storage bag.
That woman was selfish and heartless. She took the Guichuan Sword but didn't know how to take good care of the sword. It was a complete waste of talent.
If she had taken a few of the treasures she had obtained to help Master Sword Spirit heal his injuries and recover his strength, he would have been able to roam freely on the mainland earlier, and Master Sword Spirit would not have fallen so quickly.
Now that the sword spirit has a new core, it will be impossible for Ouyang Yinyin to please it in the future.
He Cen moved quickly without any destination. The first reason was that he had just come to this world and was unfamiliar with the environment, so he was curious about everything. The second was that he was in urgent need of sufficient spiritual energy to nourish his soul and the wounds all over his body. The Tianhai Sect allowed him to explore and see if there was any treasure land.
During this chaos, he actually found a spiritual spring. He Cen was extremely surprised and delighted. "Oh my god, such a big spiritual spring. The Tianhai Sect is really so arrogant!"
"I don't know which cultivator's cave this is. I really want to jump in and take a dip."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a steady and gentle male voice coming from the inner hall, "Do you like it? You can come down and try it."
He Cen was startled and immediately became alert, "Who?!"
"Breaking into someone else's house without permission and asking who the owner is..."
The other party chuckled and said, "You are really funny."
He Cen was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a tall and graceful young man walking slowly towards the corridor in the backyard. He was wearing a simple white robe and was moving very fast. He arrived in front of him in two steps.
The hands lifted up lightly, and the slender white jade fingers pushed aside the gauze and bead curtains, revealing a head of long flowing hair as black as ink, and a pair of clear amber eyes with a scorching gaze, staring fixedly in the direction of He Cen.
His aura was restrained, without much of an overbearing aura emanating from him. However, his demeanor, that of a banished immortal, was so graceful and elegant that it still made people sigh in awe and surrender.
He Cen was startled by him. This monk was obviously not an ordinary person. His face was stunning. The forehead wrinkles between his brows were simple but particularly eye-catching.
Such a perfect personality is probably the Yan Fangzun that Ouyang Yinyin has always been thinking about.
Apart from him, He Cen really couldn't think of anyone else who could match this face. But isn't this Lord Yan Fang so handsome?
The world of cultivation is honest and true, it is full of handsome men and beautiful women.
It is truly miraculous to cleanse your bones and marrow and transform yourself completely.
Unfortunately, He Cen's recovery speed is too slow. Jun Chao can only see a powerful consciousness wrapped in a small ball of warm light, and cannot see He Cen's true appearance.
He probably never expected that such a small cluster of light could have such a strong spiritual power. It could rampage through the Tianhai Sect and even dare to airdrop directly into his courtyard. It was really rare.
"Since you are here, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"
He Cen was seduced by his pleasant male voice and his mind was distracted. He became visibly flustered.
What Jun Chao saw was that small ball of light jumping restlessly, swaying from side to side, which was quite cute.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed her, not giving He Cen a chance to refuse or escape, and directly hooked her into his hand.
After such an investigation, Ruhua's eyebrows slightly frowned, "Are you a spirit?"
"Whose spirit?"
It was no use for He Cen to pretend to be dead. After hesitating for a moment and before he could figure out how to answer, Jun Chao threw him directly into the spiritual spring.
The spiritual spring in his place was extraordinary. In just ten breaths, He Cen felt that his spiritual power had greatly increased. He felt a lot lighter and even the pain was alleviated a little.
Jun Chao lowered his eyes and stared at him calmly for a while, "You are seriously injured."
"Who harmed you to this point?"
He Cen sighed, "Your Majesty is really soft-hearted. He is so kind to a mere spirit of unknown origin."
Jun Chao smiled, "Unknown origin?"
"Your divine consciousness is so powerful that it is incomparable to ordinary spirits. I wonder why you ended up here with me?"
"Where is your true self?"
He Cen thought of his broken sword body and rolled his eyes to the sky, "The original body? The original body is lying in the broken storage bag."
"Oh? Who is so ignorant of the pearl that he treats our Master Spirit of the Weapon like this?"
He Cen looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly felt that the beautiful and powerful Lord in front of him was not as cold and indifferent as the system said. He jumped out of the water and said, "Hey, is it very strict here?"
Jun Chao nodded, "It's OK."
"Why? Do you want to come to my place to recuperate?"
He Cen was neither righteous nor strong, "Can't I think about it? I am the sword spirit, the sword spirit of the Guichuan Sword. If you help me, I will tell you a big secret."