Seeing that Xiang Heng was about to activate the formation plate, Jing Ran had to make a choice: “Uncle, may I stay here?”
Xiang Heng’s hand paused, though he wasn’t surprised.
When mortals come to the cultivation world and witness mystical powers, they naturally desire to cultivate and seek immortality.
But Xiang Heng didn’t encourage it: “Young man, this path…”
This path isn’t easy. In this world, many cultivate simply to survive.
But this young man’s physical foundation was indeed excellent, and his comprehension exceptional. Since he had developed the desire to enter the Way, to cut off someone’s path would be like killing their parents.
Xiang Heng: “How about this—I’ll send you back first to say goodbye to your parents, and after some time, I’ll bring you over again.”
This would consume much of Xiang Heng’s energy, but considering that he had summoned the wrong person, the young man’s parents must be suffering terribly, he truly felt guilty.
Jing Ran shook his head, refusing: “Aren’t cultivators supposed to sever earthly ties? Let them think I’m dead; they’ll grieve for a while and then move on. Besides, I still have a younger brother. If they knew I was cultivating, they’d worry for their entire lives.”
Xiang Heng was momentarily speechless.
He increasingly felt that this young man was truly suited for cultivation, the path of no emotions.
Xiang Heng agreed first: “Alright, if you regret it, tell me anytime. But I must inform you that after building your foundation, it won’t be easy to return, as the formation plate can’t withstand it.”
Jing Ran stepped down from the formation plate and performed a standard local salute with cupped hands: “Thank you.”
On his way back, he came face to face with Xiang Tianqing.
The young mistress of Yin Sha City wore a crimson dress, tall and graceful, as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Jing Ran nodded to her in acknowledgment, then continued on his way.
Xiang Tianqing, however, turned to look at him once more before gazing toward Xiang Heng on the high platform.
The word “Father” caught in Xiang Tianqing’s throat. Her feelings had always been conflicted, hoping her father could fulfill his wish of bringing his biological daughter over.
Yet her heart was uneasy and bitter.
Her father said he loved both equally, but could he?
Blood relations were ultimately different, weren’t they?
…
While Xiang Tianqing was looking at others, someone was also using their divine sense to observe her.
That man had a pair of beautiful, slender hands, and he was carefully admiring them, fingers crossed.
“Both hands loved equally?” He sneered. “These lowly mortals always like to make the young miss unhappy.”
Inside the Ten Thousand Bones Cave.
Xiang Haikui sat cross-legged with the Heaven Fury Sword resting across her knees, waiting for her first sword path lesson.
Qi Yin also sat cross-legged, his chains clanking and sparking as they moved.
“Usually when I teach disciples, I select a sword suitable for them, gift them an appropriate sword manual, and offer one piece of advice.”
Xiang Haikui listened attentively.
Qi Yin: “Before using a sword, first learn to use your brain. No matter how powerful a sword is, it’s merely an extension of your arm.”
Xiang Haikui nodded vigorously: “Disciple will remember.”
“However,” Qi Yin suddenly changed course, “you are different. You don’t need to use your brain.”
Xiang Haikui:?
Qi Yin slightly lowered his gaze to the Heaven Fury Sword on her knees: “This sword comes from an ancient sword sect, the Sword Gate. The founder of Sword Gate spent his entire life forging twelve divine swords, namely: Heaven Grief, Heaven Wound, Heaven Tribulation, Heaven Virtue, Heaven Ruin…”
Heaven Fury was the last of the twelve divine swords.
“The cultivation method for the twelve divine swords differs from ordinary swords.”
Xiang Haikui was confused: “How is it different?”
Qi Yin: “The cultivation method for each divine sword is sealed within its sword realm. First, pick up Heaven Fury.”
Xiang Haikui did as instructed.
Qi Yin: “Close your eyes and look at it with your heart.”
This was quite challenging. Xiang Haikui struggled for some time before her consciousness finally entered Heaven Fury’s “sword mirror.”
Cultivating Heaven Fury was simple—one had to be sufficiently wild, as recognized by the Heaven Fury Sword.
When you’re wild enough, you generate something called “wild intent.”
The wild intent is absorbed by Heaven Fury. When enough wild intent accumulates, the sword master enters a state of wild transformation, equivalent to unleashing an ultimate skill in a game.
The sword master grows flood dragon horns on their head, and their lips turn black, appearing as if possessed by demons.
When reaching a certain realm, the sword master directly merges with the sword, transforming into a black flood dragon…
After seeing all this, Xiang Haikui had only one thought.
Is this even a sword?
That Sword Gate founder must have been a game developer who transmigrated, right?