[Are you someone who has passed the Sword Soul Assessment? 】
Under the clear water pond is not a turbid underwater world, but an independent and bright space.
Chen Huaian stood in the waves, but could not feel the flow of water. Everything here was illusory.
Only the Tai Chi diagram formed by the flow of Yin and Yang sword intent exuded a faint sense of oppression.
Three feet away, stood an old man in white clothes and white hair, his right hand on the sword case beside him, his back looking aloof and proud.
Without waiting for Chen Huaian to answer.
The old man's voice sounded again, with a hint of cautious temptation and expectation.
“Odd changes but even doesn’t?”
Chen Huaian's eyes lit up and he replied, "The symbol depends on the quadrant!"
Zhang Yibai's remaining soul turned around suddenly, and stared at Chen Huaian with a pair of bright old eyes, which were actually a little moist.
"Okay! Okay! Hahahaha!"
He took a step forward and came to Chen Huaian, shaking his head and saying, "There are three joys in life: passing the imperial examination, wedding night, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land! I traveled to this Cangyun Realm and experienced the first two joys, but I never thought that I would meet the third joy on my deathbed! It's really God's blessing!"
Chen Huaian also looked at Mr. Zhang Yibai with a smile, and said, "I don't quite understand what you are saying. I am a science student."
Zhang Yibai: “…”
What's wrong with this younger generation? !
The good atmosphere was gone in an instant.
“Ahem, I am also a time traveler. I have been in Cang Yun Realm for nearly 4,000 years. I have witnessed the development of Cang Yun Realm from a period when spiritual energy was at its peak to a period when spiritual energy is thin and resources are scarce… I thought I had figured out the reason for the depletion of spiritual energy after becoming an immortal, but I died before I could finish my work. I was ambushed by two old bastards, Yao Chi Saint and Fen Jing Saint. Now, only a wisp of sword spirit is left.”
Chen Huaian understood this.
I didn’t expect that Zhang Yibai, a time traveler, had been practicing for nearly four thousand years but still hadn’t become an immortal.
From this perspective, his situation isn't that bad.
"Don't you have a golden finger, senior?"
"No." Zhang Yibai shook his head and glanced at Chen Huaian: "Do you have any?"
"Neither do I." Chen Huaian shook his head repeatedly.
He really doesn't have a body, he just plays the game with his body.
Does playing games count as cheating? That requirement for the gold finger is really too low.
As for the Nine-Transformation Spirit Orchid and the Green Lotus Sword Classic, they are rewards given by the game officials for spending too much money playing the game!
"In this world today, without a golden finger, it is really hard for a time traveler to survive."
Zhang Yibai gave Chen Huaian a sympathetic look, but immediately comforted Chen Huaian: "It's okay, brother. Although I only have a trace of sword spirit left, from now on, I will be your golden finger. Have you seen Doupo? The grandfather in the ring, you know? Find a sword and let me live in it. From now on, I will be the grandfather in the sword. I have even thought of a name for it, and I will call you Jian Lao."
Because he met his fellow villager, the dignity of Saint Saint was completely gone from Zhang Yibai's face.
The way he spoke with such excitement, it was obvious that he was a bookworm who stayed up late at night in the era of online literature.
"Is it really possible for the senior to live in the sword?" Chen Huaian looked at Zhang Yibai eagerly. He never doubted Zhang Yibai's motives, because Zhang Yibai was really green, not only in the picture, but also in front of him. His whole body exuded a friendly green light.
"Of course." Zhang Yibai raised his chin, "Well, of course, the sword shouldn't be too bad, or I won't be used to living here..."
"I have a flying sword that will soon become a spiritual treasure, named Black Scale. I wonder if you are interested, brother?"
"My natal magic treasure? That's pretty good!" Zhang Yibai showed a surprised expression.
Generally, cultivators in the Cave Void Realm use spiritual tools, and only cultivators in the Mahayana Realm can use spiritual treasures.
Because the spiritual treasure has very high requirements for the world level of the Dongxu Realm cultivator, otherwise it cannot be driven.
This junior has just reached the Void Realm, and the quality of the world has already reached the standard. His future achievements are limitless, and he will at least reach the Mahayana Second Tribulation Realm.
In many ways, it is much better than Li Ziping's son.
It was indeed the right decision to choose a fellow villager.
Zhang Yibai felt very happy. If it was a spiritual treasure, his remaining soul would have hope of rebuilding.
Originally, he had already prepared to live for a while, arrange his funeral affairs, and then prepare to die bravely.
Until Chen Huaian took out the tattered black scale sword.
The joy on Zhang Yibai's face disappeared, and he pointed at the Black Scale Sword with trembling fingers: "No, this is a spiritual treasure?"
"It's definitely not now." Chen Huaian smiled awkwardly: "But it will definitely be in the future."
"Your son is still making plans for me?" Zhang Yibai smiled bitterly, but didn't say anything.
He knew how difficult it was to obtain a spiritual treasure.
Nowadays, most of the spiritual treasures in the Cangyun Realm are passed down by senior monks.
Moreover, these spiritual treasures are basically in the hands of True Man Yuyao, Monk Fenye and the group of old monsters in Guixu.
He also has three magical treasures, one of which is the Zhenwu Twin Swords.
The other two spiritual treasures were burned into energy and turned into nothingness during the battle with Yuyao Zhenren and Fenye Monk as his Samsara Sword Intent fully erupted… Now only the incomplete sword spirits of the Zhenwu Twin Swords are left, which is also the main reason why he is still hanging on.
The sword spirits of the Zhenwu twin swords were annihilated in order to preserve his residual soul.
As a replacement, he merged with the shattered sword spirit and became a new sword spirit.
If they really compare, Zhang Yibai feels that he is more valuable than Yao Lao.
"Well, since I have chosen you as my successor." Zhang Yibai put away his casual expression and became serious: "Even if your natal flying sword is just an ordinary item, it doesn't matter. I never regret my choice. I also have the confidence to train you to become the number one sword cultivator in the Cangyun Realm... the number one sword immortal... Well, it's not impossible!"
When talking about the number one swordsman, there was a hint of unnaturalness in Zhang Yibai's eyes.
"And I have only one request, I hope you can protect the True Martial Saint!"
"No problem." Chen Huaian nodded with a smile.
Even if Zhang Yibai hadn't done this, for Zhang Mengchu's sake, he would have tried his best to protect Zhenwu Sheng.
Now that Zhang Mengchu has winked at True Man Yuyao and sowed some seeds, it would be strange if True Man Yuyao didn't go crazy at Zhenwu Saint.
"Okay!" Seeing Chen Huaian agreed, Zhang Yibai stepped forward, solemnly stretched out his hand to grasp the Black Scale Sword, and his whole body immediately turned into yin and yang energy and merged into the Black Scale Sword.
At the same time, the sword mirror under the clear water pond collapsed towards the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Tai Chi diagram under Chen Huaian's feet was spinning faster and faster.
In the surrounding water flow, countless residual Yin-Yang sword intent condensed into the figures of swordsmen dancing with swords, overlapping with Chen Huaian. Judging from their clothes, these sword-dancing figures were the successive elders of the True Martial Saint, and among them was Zhang Yibai.
And only Zhang Yibai has pushed the Yin-Yang Sword Intent to the extreme, combining the Yin-Yang Sword Intent to give birth to a stronger Samsara Sword Intent.
As the Tai Chi diagram disappeared, a rotating Tai Chi diagram appeared on the hilt of the Black Scale Sword.
The intersection of yin and yang created chaos, as if an inky black gem reflecting the abyss was embedded in the sword hilt.
The entire Black Scale Sword did not undergo many changes, except that there was a faint mysterious sword intent that enveloped the sword edge and the scabbard.
A system prompt appeared in Chen Huaian's field of vision.
[Black Scale Sword absorbs the mysterious sword soul]
[The Black Scale Sword is upgraded to a top-grade spiritual weapon]
[Black Scale Sword: Reincarnation (Damaged)]
Oh, this change is very familiar to him.
Chen Huaian looked the Black Scale Sword up and down.
This is... enchanted~
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