Feng Zhongzui bit his teeth, propped himself on the window sill, and walked towards the door, deciding to go out for so fresh air before deciding whether to go to the Ghost Buddha Realm to transmit the teachings.
Creaaak—
The door opened.
What first caught the eye in the courtyard was a Golden Apricot, planted half a year ago, the apricot tree with its golden crown, dazzlingly beautiful.
"Lord Shou..."
Feng Zhongzui stopped by the door, gazing at the tall Golden Apricot, lost in thought.
He actually wanted branches of the Dragon Apricot from the Apricot Realm, intending to transplant a sapling, but was refused by Lord Li.
He settled for the next best thing.
This Golden Apricot is the best variety in the Apricot Realm.
Once cultivated, it can beco a Holy Plant, transforming the surrounding area into a Sacred Secret Land, very suitable to be kept at ho.
But...
"Who is tending this Golden Apricot, how is it not yet sanctified!"
Feng Zhongzui suddenly shouted fiercely, his voice extrely harsh.
The servants tending the flowers and weeding were so startled they shivered, and Feng Zhongzui, in a blink, realized he had lost his composure.
In fact, the servants took very good care of this Golden Apricot.
Although it hadn’t beco a Holy Plant, it had grown into a First Grade Spirit Plant in half a year, which was quite comndable.
But it seed the Apricot Realm and Shengshen Continent were indeed different, forcibly transplanted Holy Plants only appeared to flourish outwardly, but from Feng Zhongzui’s discernnt, they seed languid and lifeless, without hope of sanctification as a Spirit Plant.
Is it due to incompatibility with the local soil and water?
"Sorry to frighten you all."
Feng Zhongzui pondered for a long ti, then took the initiative to explain to those beside him: "Suddenly I felt a bit annoyed..."
The servants let out a sigh of relief, finally feeling sowhat at ease.
The four Sovereigns, responsible for carrying the palanquin, watched Feng Shao exit the cultivation room, and following the sound, asked:
"Feng Shao, are you going out?"
The Sovereigns raised the palanquin, with the Golden Apricot carriage in tow.
Delicate servants attended, offering shoulder rests and lap pillows.
This was the standard for Feng Zhongzui’s travels for the past half year, regardless of wind or snow.
The four Sovereign guards looked at him, knowing the next destination should be the Flower Moon Tower.
Feng Zhongzui looked back, feeling a chill sweeping over him.
He seed to see Xiao Wanfeng at the gate turning to let him choose again between the brilliance of the Cang Godhood Sword and the comfort of the Golden Apricot carriage.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak for a while, unable to provide an answer.
He retreated back inside, sealed himself once more, and spoke softly through the wooden door, his voice already choked with emotion:
"No, I’m not going out..."
...
This trip, I gained a lot.
Xu Xiaoshou intended to capture precisely the will of Hua Changdeng.
And the so-called "single sword", was never arrogance, but absolute confidence in his own strength after half a year of cultivation accreditation.
re will of the Holy Emperor...
No matter how strong, can it surpass the seventh rank Ai Cangsheng?
In front of the millions of spectators watching the Golden Apricot.
In front of Hua Changdeng, whose face showed a slight amusent after hearing the "parodic remark".
Xu Xiaoshou no longer concealed his intent to fight, gently brushing the sword body of the stone sword with two fingers, the sword spirit vibrated, buzzing softly.
"Sword cognitions..."
Hua Changdeng showed no surprise, only recognized the silver sword force slowly exuding from that stone sword.
Very faint, very light.
Like smoke and clouds, elusive.
Yet, this was once the mark of Bazhun’an.
When he observed swords, caressed swords, and empowered swords, the sword cognition moved, unstoppable.
Hua Changdeng returned his mind from the past, only sighing that the person today is no longer the sa from thirty years ago, still arrogant as ever, but things have changed.
Of course, the quality and quantity of sword cognition, in no way matched even a finger of the then Bazhun’an.
But Xu Xiaoshou’s words were shocking, seemingly differing slightly from his own thoughts:
"Xu has gained much through cultivation in the past half year."
"However, as a disciple of the Way of the Sword, I am inexperienced, and I hope Ghost Sword Immortal will correct my clumsiness."
Na...
Hua Changdeng was surprised.
He looked over, and what Xu Xiaoshou employed was cognition, sword cognition.
But with the ergence of the word "na", it seed like the wisps of mist and smoke atop the stone sword were adorned with a layer of mysterious aura?
Hua Changdeng did not understand, so he did not respond.
In the scene with Red Matchmaker and Golden Apricot, there was a commotion, but everyone was surprised by only one thing:
"How terrifying, when did Lord Shou beco so humble!"
"Feels like he’s holding back sothing big, could Sword Deity Hua really get beheaded by Lord Shou?"
"Fight, fight..."
It is always outsiders who enjoy watching a commotion without fearing its escalation.
Red Matchmaker could no longer stay idle, hearing the "perverted" humble words from Lord Shou, she forced herself to get up.
Run!
She grabbed the Golden Apricot, thankfully both onlookers in the Arena restrained their external pressure, allowing her to retreat swiftly with long strides.
But even as she retreated, with eight million spectators watching the Golden Apricot scene, Red Matchmaker could not possibly spoil their fun and cut off her own opportunities, so she retreated while speaking:
"Brothers, Lord Shou is cultivating ’na’, does anyone understand what this ’na’ actually ans, and how it differs from sword cognition?"
"Actually, this isn’t important, what Red Matchmaker really wants to ask is still just that one question..."
"I, won’t die right?"
Amidst everyone’s expectations, they saw Lord Shou’s fingertip brush over the stone sword, the mist from the sword surged; his eyes scanned over the stone sword, the sword mist liquefied into drops.
When he raised the stone sword vertically before his chest, partially concealing his face, and then lifted it up...
The clear mulch flowed along the stone sword’s body, entwining it like a snake winding, like a vine twining, reminiscent of the "Na·Ten Stages Sword Point" from that ti!
"This..."
Hua Changdeng’s pupils slightly contracted, revealing a slight astonishnt.
In just a mont, the sword cognition condensed by the stone sword had skyrocketed to a point that even he felt so degree of danger.
No, this is not sword cognition, this is what he said...
Na!
It was not only the stone sword that arose like a scallion pulled from dry soil.
As the stone sword anomaly was born, beneath Xu Xiaoshou’s feet unfurled the Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation, one that in Hua Changdeng’s eyes, could still be deed "perfect".
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