Blade & Soul 1
In Wuqing Palace, Cong Mo and Leng Can stood at the bottom and bowed, and they said in unison,
"Meet Master."
"Meet Master."
"This set of clothes suits you very well. Did you sleep well yesterday?" The old man stroked his white beard and looked at the two of them kindly.
Cong Mo didn't know what she was thinking about. She glanced at Leng Can. Leng Can's hair stood on end and he instantly knew what she was going to say.
"Normally...hmm..."
Leng Can muffled Cong Mo's remaining words. Leng Can, taking advantage of his height, held her tightly, and said with a sympathetic smile, "Master, I slept very comfortably last night. Little Mo can't talk, so please don't argue with her."
He used his eyes to warn Cong Mo to shut up, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, just listen to me."
Cong Mo's eyes gradually changed from unconvinced to calm, and Leng Can didn't let her go until she nodded.
"Haha..." The old man Qingyi was not angry. Seeing the two of them like this, he still smiled. "It's really lively. I hope you can stick to this way and inherit my legacy. Don't let the ruthless way have no successors."
"I certainly will." Cong Mo was the first to bow, with a little starlight in her eyes, which Leng Can had never seen in her dead eyes.
"This garment of mine has carried the spiritual energy of Jueqing Mountain for many years, and will be of great benefit to your cultivation. The first hurdle we need to overcome is swordsmanship. This requires us to fuse our energy and sword into one, controlling them with our will to achieve mutual growth. Ultimately, only those who place in the top three in the test held at Jianshan can remain in Wuqing Mountain. Otherwise, we will receive a one-month salary and be driven down the mountain."
The old man signaled the sword spirit to produce two silver swords. "These two swords are forged from the water of ruthlessness and possess a hundred years of spiritual energy."
Cong Mo and Leng Can took the swords one by one. The two swords were of the same style, made entirely of silver, with scabbards inlaid with bright diamonds, giving them a sharp aura.
"A sword has a sword spirit, and the sword spirit needs to be tamed. When the sword spirit truly trusts you, the sword will transform into its true form. The first step to owning your own true sword is to tame the sword spirit."
The sword spirit of the old man Qingyi continued, "I will be the one to train you in swordsmanship. The Sword Mountain Tournament will be held in March, so we only have three months to prepare. I also hope that you can tame your sword within seven days."
Qitian Lengcan held the heavy sword in his hand, a frown on his face. "Brother Sword Spirit, how can I tame this? I don't even know what a sword spirit is. I've never even seen one."
Senior Brother Jian Ling tucked his silver hair behind his ear and said, "Junior Brother Leng, I am Jian Ling. You should have seen me."
Leng Can: "..."
It's so embarrassing.
"Don't worry. I have ways to tame you." The old man, Qing Yi, descended on a fairy cloud. "The Spirit Spring Pool in the back mountain can reveal the sword spirit's true form. But be warned, the sword spirit can be very violent if summoned suddenly. Be extremely careful."
The few of them said goodbye to the old man, and Brother Jianling took them to the training ground and asked them, "I'll teach you some sword techniques first, and then we can go to the Spirit Spring Pool."
"No." Cong Mo shook his head. "If we go now, the sword spirit won't obey. This sword is just an ordinary sword. The sword spirit is indispensable for swordsmanship."
"Xiao Mo." Leng Can tugged at her sleeve, "How do you want to tame the sword spirit?"
Cong Mo threw out a yellow talisman, "Force."
Leng Can: "..."
She can use force, what should I do?
He scratched his head and asked, "Xiao Mo, could you also help me tame the sword spirit?"
"No." Before Cong Mo could speak, Senior Sword Spirit spoke first. He turned and looked at Leng Can, "A Sword Spirit can only reach its full potential if it believes in its master."
"But..." Leng Can's face wrinkled, "I don't know martial arts at all, am I supposed to tell it books or stories?"
"Taming a sword spirit isn't just about using force." Brother Sword Spirit extended his hand, revealing a spiritual herb with round leaves dangling from it. "This is a gift from my master. Three months have passed, and as I've seen the initial form of the spiritual herb, my master told me he doesn't want me to be just a mindless sword spirit, capable of fighting. He told me to take good care of it. Once the spiritual herb grows and develops its own soul, I'll have my own friend. He'll recognize only me and be my companion for the longest time. Each sword spirit has a unique temperament, and each one most closely resembles its master's aura."
"Then..." Leng Can rubbed his chin and looked at the heavy sword in his hand, "Then does my sword spirit also like to eat roast chicken?"
Senior Brother Jian Ling was amused by him and said, "It's very likely. In that case, you can go and watch Junior Sister Cong Mo fight first."
Leng Can glanced at her and asked, "Xiao Mo, will you kill the sword spirit?"
Cong Mo said calmly, "I will hold on until it surrenders."
Leng Can: "..."
So violent, so bloody, I love it.
"Pa", he slapped himself and shook his head. What do I like? I like shit!
Barrier open.
Senior Brother Jian Ling's fingers formed a circle of magic, and the water curtain opened a portal. "Come in."
A large cave with cold air coming out of it.
Leng Can shuddered, then trotted over to hold Cong Mo's hand, "Xiao Mo..."
"Don't be afraid." Cong Mo held his hand tightly, his body temperature passing through his fingers, giving them a touch of warmth in the cold. "I will protect you."
Leng Can blinked, "Well, Xiaomo is the best."
Senior Brother Jian Ling commanded, "Place the sword in the spiritual spring pool. After a while, the cold spiritual energy will be injected into the sword, forcing the sword spirit to awaken. Junior Brother Leng Can, we need to retreat to the corner to avoid accidental injury."
Cong Mo put the sword into the spring water. In an instant, all the spiritual energy gathered there. The sword made a vibrating sound, causing the ground to vibrate.
Leng Can couldn't help but worry, "Xiao Mo, forget it."
"No." Cong Mo took out a green talisman, "Green Tree, Protect."
The green talisman turned into vines all over the sky, and the roots wrapped around Leng Can's wrist.
"What is this?" Leng Can asked.
Cong Mo transformed the talisman into a sword and slashed him into a corner. "It can protect you and Brother Sword Spirit."
The vines were attacked and then grew rapidly, supporting Leng Can's back to steady him, and then formed a huge net with countless flowers opening their bloody mouths, protecting Leng Can and Senior Brother Jian Ling.
Leng Can felt uneasy for no reason, "Xiao Mo, I can help you, please don't..."
Senior Brother Jianling patted his shoulder, stopping him from saying anything. "Junior Brother Lengcan, you must trust Junior Sister Congmo. Going out will only cause her trouble. Such a powerful plant is not something that an ordinary person can transform. She must have a powerful force to tame the sword spirit."
"Brother." Leng Can grabbed his sleeve and asked nervously, "I can't feel what you call Qi. Can you tell me the strength of this sword spirit?"
"Very strong, but this is because Junior Sister Congmo is so powerful that her sword spirit can transform into such a powerful ability. Otherwise, the sword spirit is too weak and will be abandoned." The sword spirit brother comforted him, "Don't worry, Junior Sister can lead you out of the crowd of contestants and kill four masters alone in the night. Although the sword spirit is superior, Junior Sister will not be at a disadvantage."
"Night Kill" Leng Can keenly caught the word he didn't know.
Senior Brother Jianling became interested. "You might not know this, but the talisman Junior Sister gave you that night contained a sleeping ingredient. She went alone to search for the other four masters, aiming for a surprise attack and assassination, then a direct confrontation. This second level can be won by finding the truth in exchange for a secret passage to the third level. It will take a long time, but she seemed to think it was too much, so she calmed you down and went alone to fight."
Leng Can swallowed his saliva and shuddered, "Xiao Mo is so amazing."
He knew that Cong Mo was powerful, but he didn't know that she could even fight against a hundred people alone and lead the four of them straight to the fairy mountain.
What if...
She knew that the purpose of her trip was to destroy her practice of the ruthless way, and she could kill him with just a flick of her finger.
Leng Can didn't want to die too miserably, "I..."
"Bang!"
The sound of water splashing everywhere diverted the two people's attention, and they both cast their eyes towards the center of the spirit pool.
Cong Mo held a long sword in his hand, and countless black words stood beside him, forming a sharp spike.
The sword spirit's true form was revealed, shining with golden light, wrapped in a human-shaped upper body and four sturdy torsos with horse characteristics in the lower body. There was a pair of huge wings on both sides of the front legs. It was a centaur with a tall and strong body.
His long golden hair was thrown back, his handsome face brimming with arrogance and disdain. His eye sockets were entirely golden, with no pupils reflecting anything, yet this still made people feel deeply terrified. He pointed a long handle at Cong Mo, his mind transmitting, "Want to conquer me?"
Cong Mo showed no fear and conjured a talisman, "Sharp blade, out."
Countless cooling devices were located above the body, and Cong Mo said loudly, "Yes."
"How dare you, a mere human, be so bold."
"Not really." Cong Mo put two fingers together and tapped the center of his forehead. "The breath increases, and the power of will is destroyed."
A magical mole appeared on her forehead, emitting a fairy aura. "I don't think you're difficult to deal with."
"Haha..." the sword spirit roared to the sky, "Countless spirits have tried to conquer me, but have been defeated one by one. You are just a woman with some spiritual energy, how can you speak so arrogantly?"
"Heh..." Cong Mo let out a mocking smile. The air around her changed dangerously. Gusts of wind rose up, transforming into wind-shaped steps, pushing the spirit under her feet and pushing her up the steps. "We can give it a try. Where did those arrogant words come from?"
The vines were urgently wrapped tighter, filling up all the gaps as much as possible to prevent the strong wind from blowing things up and causing them to get hurt. Leng Can asked anxiously, "Will Xiaomo be okay?"
Senior Brother Jian Ling began to tremble all over and fell into Leng Can's arms, "Junior Brother, it's so cold, the cold air is penetrating into our bodies."
"How come I don't feel this way?" Leng Can untied his belt, took off his clothes and put them on him. "Brother, hold on a little longer. What's going on?"
But Senior Brother Jian Ling's condition was not optimistic. He was shaking while clutching his clothes tightly. Small ice chips slowly formed on his chin and showed a tendency to gradually extend upwards. His eyelids also became heavier.
Leng Can was sweating with anxiety. When Senior Brother Jian Ling closed his eyes, he slapped him anxiously and cried, "Don't sleep! What will I do if you sleep?"
Senior Brother Jian Ling forced himself to open his eyes, the chill in his body continued to surge up. Seeing his red eyes and the forced smile, he felt the source of the chill.
"Junior brother, there are more than two sword spirits here."
Leng Can looked at the silver sword behind him and felt that disaster was about to happen.
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