The Sword Spirit was delicate and exquisite, about a ter tall. She was dressed in a pale cyan robe, her black hair tied with a ribbon, looking like a shrunken little human—quite adorable. At that mont, she was rubbing her eyes with both hands. Though no tears fell, she looked as if she were crying...
However...
This Little Sword Spirit’s appearance...
Wang Mu was dumbfounded. Isn’t this Yan Qingwu? What’s going on? Why does this Sword Spirit look so much like Yan Qingwu?
Moreover, her clothing bears so resemblance to Yan Qingwu’s from back then. She looks exactly like a miniature version of her, and she really does look quite nice...
"Um, you are..." Wang Mu glanced at her a few tis. "Do you know ?"
The Little Sword Spirit paused, flew to Wang Mu’s side, and shook her head, "I don’t know you..."
"..." Wang Mu was speechless. If you don’t know , why are you making such a fuss?
"But I recognize your aura." The Little Sword Spirit whimpered softly, glancing at Wang Mu. "It’s the aura I desire, an aura that feels very close, one that I yearn for..."
"Then you are..."
"I am the Sword Spirit of the Green Frost Sword, created by my Master..."
Wang Mu really wanted to ask, How can she look so similar to Yan Qingwu? The resemblance is well over ninety percent, isn’t it? Could it be that a Sword Spirit one creates would look like oneself? This is a bit odd.
"Um, how are you feeling now?" Wang Mu asked.
The Little Sword Spirit tilted her head, thought for a mont, and said, "I feel like sothing is... missing..."
"Missing what?"
"A hug..."
Wang Mu was perplexed. With that said, the Little Sword Spirit flew to the Green Frost Sword, then towards Wang Mu, landing beside him and snuggling up to him. Only when Wang Mu held the Green Frost Sword did she gradually calm down.
Wang Mu touched the Qingshuang Divine Sword, and Yan Qingwu’s image couldn’t help but surface in his mind. Why is this Little Sword Spirit so... knowing? She feels quite different from Yan Qingwu. They’re not the sa person at all!
"Is this okay now?" Wang Mu asked.
The Little Sword Spirit flew out with a blissful expression and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes."
"Then, when we go find your Master later, you need to do your best."
"Ah?" The Little Sword Spirit was taken aback, showing so reluctance.
"What’s wrong?"
"Well... okay. It seems Master might be in danger..." The Little Sword Spirit stamped her feet and then darted back into the Green Frost Sword.
"Wait a mont. After we get back, you need to promise one thing," Wang Mu said hurriedly.
"What is it?" The Little Sword Spirit poked half her body out from the Green Frost Sword.
"That is... if your Master asks who restored you... tell her it was . But the crucial step involved blood contributed by a person nad Dongfang Mu."
"Ah?" The Little Sword Spirit was stunned. "Why say that? Dongfang Mu... that na sounds so familiar... Why is it so familiar to ...? Hmm... Alright!" With that, she burrowed back in.
Wang Mu stroked the sword, a peculiar feeling washing over him. This Little Sword Spirit possesses such high spiritual wisdom, yet she’s so naive and pure. Perhaps it isn’t impossible for her to keep this secret for him. After all, as long as soone can testify that the origin of the Blood of the Sage is unrelated to him, Yan Qingwu couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that he is Dongfang Mu, even if he has restored the Green Frost Sword. Given Yan Qingwu’s nature, as long as she isn’t absolutely certain, he probably wouldn’t be killed by her. That was a Heart Demon, after all; it demands absolute precision. If she made a mistake and killed the wrong person, wouldn’t that be a terrible blunder?
He just didn’t know what the relationship between this Little Sword Spirit and Yan Qingwu was. But their appearances were rely similar; perhaps it was simply because Yan Qingwu had nurtured her for a thousand years? With this in mind, it’s best to return to the Sword Sect quickly.
This trip to the Magpie Bridge Festival has been quite fruitful. The greatest gain was actually my reputation and making connections with disciples from Sects in other continents...
Wang Mu stored the Green Frost Sword and stepped out of the ditation chamber, discovering it was already the following evening.
Returning to Pan Yuan Forest, he found Nanrong Biyou feeding so spirit beasts.
"Eat more. Next ti, I might not get a chance to see you all again."
"You should focus on your cultivation and stop thinking about that Little Black Snake. A promiscuous snake like that, who still sses with other little lustful snakes even when it has you, is no good. I’ll slaughter it sooner or later. Even if I don’t, it’ll be killed by other snakes one day."
"Do you understand?"
Nanrong Biyou stroked the Little White Snake’s head. "This place is quiet and safe, much better than the outside. Later, I’ll take that Little Black away and throw it into the Heavenly Sea Vortex. Letting it stay here all the ti is just hindering your cultivation."
"Don’t worry, the Heavenly Sea Vortex isn’t dangerous, just a few hundred young Flood Dragons at most. It loves causing trouble, so let it go bother those big guys."
"Dead? If it dies, don’t worry, I’ll bring its ashes back to you..."
The Little White Snake, while eating the fruit from Nanrong Biyou’s hand, kept hissing, as if protesting, "No! No!"
"..." Wang Mu thought, Were those words really ant for the Little White Snake...?
"Hmm? Oh, you’re here?" Nanrong Biyou turned around. "Planning to see her one last ti?"
Wang Mu nodded and said, "I’ll have to ask for your help, Miss You."
Nanrong Biyou patted the Little White Snake, then stood up. "Let’s go then."
With that, she flicked her fingertips lightly. A mysterious azure energy coalesced, forming a spatial vortex before them.
"Let’s go. This technique is one-way. Once you go, you can’t return." After speaking, she stepped into it. Wang Mu followed closely behind.
「—— Huangtian Continent, at the base of Gu Yun Mountain.」
At this ti, Gu Yun Mountain was already devoid of its once ethereal and faint Immortal Energy.
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