Chapter 383: Chapter 16 Tianyuan Yiqi Sword
Xu Yinglian opened the sword box, inside was a silver-white Flying Sword.
“This is…” Qiu Changtian recognized it carefully for a moment, then exclaimed, “the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword?”
“Correct, it is indeed the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword,” Xu Yinglian replied.
“This gift is far too precious,” Qiu Changtian said with a frown.
Although the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword was not as renowned as the Tai Yi Dividing Light Sword and others of great fame, it was undeniably an eleventh rank Immortal Sword.
Forged in the ancient times, its materials and methods unknown, its distinctiveness lay in its non-affiliation with the Five Elements, its resistance to being restrained, countered, or sealed.
The most crucial aspect was that its sword light traveled extremely fast, too quick for the naked eye to discern, and its attack carried great force.
If he were to wield this sword in the Great Competition at White Jade Capital, wouldn’t Senior Sister An be thoroughly vanquished by him?
“If you were to wield this sword in the Great Competition at White Jade Capital,” as if she had just read his mind, Xu Yinglian spoke slowly, “Brother is sure to win first place under heaven.”
So that’s how it is! Qiu Changtian instantly understood the underlying reason.
The Ziwei Master demanded him to be the champion, so how could the Xu Family not hold the same hopes and desires?
Alternatively, if Qiu Changtian should unfortunately fail in the competition, the Ziwei Master might be somewhat disappointed, but the Xu Family would definitely lose face—hadn’t they been the ones to boast of their future son-in-law’s unprecedented and unparalleled greatness?
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Using Xu Yinglian, the Phoenix Immortal, to tie down Qiu Changtian, whose Daoist Heart Clarity was even more valuable, thus realizing a dual increase in prestige, was the greatest investment the Xu Family had ever made.
Therefore, a loss for Qiu Changtian in the competition would also devalue Xu Yinglian, and naturally, the Xu Family would never allow such an event to happen.
They really had invested a fortune this time!
Qiu Changtian felt a secret joy in his heart, but his mouth feigned hesitation as he said:
“Junior Sister, how can I accept such a valuable item? Besides, if I were to win the championship with this sword, will the world recognize my strength and cultivation level, or will they attribute it to the sharpness of my Immortal Sword?”
“As long as you win the championship, there won’t be any problems,” Xu Yinglian said impatiently, “Brother, I know you are proud at heart, but there’s definitely no way this sword is going back… the family won’t agree either, so just take it for now, consider it a gift from me.”
After pondering for a while, Qiu Changtian finally “for the sake of his junior sister’s feelings,” “reluctantly” accepted the sword, and exclaimed:
“Fine then, I will listen to Junior Sister and strive to win the championship at the Great Competition this time.”
Xu Yinglian suddenly felt somewhat speechless—how was it that even though the Xu Family was giving him an Immortal Sword, he still needed her to owe him a favor before he would accept it?
But this irritating senior brother had always been like this, she was already used to it, so she simply ignored it and continued:
“Let’s hurry back to Kunlun, in these next few days you should familiarize yourself with the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword, don’t wait until you’re on the stage at White Jade Capital to find your hands are unfamiliar.”
“Of course,” Qiu Changtian smiled at Xu Yinglian and suddenly said, “Junior Sister, is your face a bit red?”
“Not at all!” Xu Yinglian immediately turned her head away, arguing.
“If it isn’t red, why turn your head? Come, let Brother take a look?”
“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” Xu Yinglian slapped his hand away and, in a flurry, drew out her Feather Jia Sword, stepping onto the sword light to soar skyward, flying off in the direction of Kunlun.
Really! With the brilliant sky above and the swiftly passing clouds below, her cheeks flushed with anger.
In front of a bunch of children, boldly declaring “I have already married Ying Lian”, did this fellow have no sense of shame at all?
So infuriating!
After grinding her teeth for quite some time, Xu Yinglian couldn’t help but turn her head back again.
Seeing her senior brother’s sword light trailing far behind, she turned her gaze forward once more, overlooking the rolling mountains below, revealing a helpless, faint smile.
Really… there was just no dealing with him.
Upon following his junior sister back to the Golden Ridge Cave Abode, Qiu Changtian did not rush to get familiar with the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword.
The reason was simple: getting familiar with it now, then switching to other settings for a few months would make it feel unfamiliar again upon return, so why bother?
It might be better to finish things in the other lines first, and then come back to focus on preparing for the competition.
With that thought in mind, Qiu Changtian said to himself:
“Qing Ping, what do you think of this Tianyuan Yiqi Sword?”
“Clumsy and crude. What else?” The Qing Ping Sword responded irritably, “But it does suit your Kunlun persona perfectly, unsophisticated in swordsmanship yet possessing exceptionally robust True Yuan. The Xu Family of Southern Heaven has obviously done their homework on your tactical style.”
“I wonder where they got this sword from,” the Kunlun Mirror said with amazement. “If I remember correctly, the last time this sword appeared, it was in the hands of the White Emperor…”
“You’re mistaken,” the Qing Ping Sword said. “It was in the hands of the White Emperor’s messenger Mangdang, remember the ugly palace he had on the mountain?”
“Oh right!” Kunlun Mirror immediately said, “That palace was really ugly, looked like a dog kennel.”
“What are you talking about?” Qiu Changtian asked with suspicion.
“Just some ancient stories,” Qing Ping Sword answered noncommittally.
“They’re hardly relevant to the present,” Kunlun Mirror also changed the subject. “Do you want to load the save?”
“Load it,” Qiu Changtian didn’t dwell on it further. “I want to load Wei Dongliu’s save.”
“Wei Dongliu?” Kunlun Mirror asked in surprise. “You’re not starting with Luo Yan first?”
“Long Long has acquired the Nine Phoenix Scorching Sun Stone in the Eastern Emperor Realm. This time Wei Dongliu needs to ask Wen Yang for the Nine Nether Yin Soul Stone to unlock the Heavenly Weaving God Shuttle in Luo Yan’s possession. That’s one reason,” Qiu Changtian explained calmly. “The grand competition of the righteous path in White Jade Capital is approaching, and Six Paths surely won’t just stand by and watch. I don’t believe it.”
“So Wei Dongliu needs to go and find out what exactly the Demon Cult is plotting. That’s the second reason.”
“Haven’t seen Jiang the Witch in a long time, I miss her. That’s the third reason,” Qing Ping Sword said with a teasing laugh.
“Shut up, you broken sword!” Qiu Changtian burst out in anger. “If I had obtained the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword sooner, why would I have chosen you as my life-bound sword artifact, you chatterbox!”
“But the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword doesn’t have a sword spirit,” the Qing Ping Sword replied, sounding aggrieved. “Without a sword spirit, how can it share the Sword Master’s worries?”
Qiu Changtian ignored it, merely shouting in anger:
“Ah Jing, load the save!”
“Okay,” Kunlun Mirror stopped its snickering and said solemnly:
[Location Four: Shiping Mountain, Tong Xuan Gate residence.]
[Character Identity: Wei Dongliu.]
[Overlaying Mirror Flower Water Moon Template, in the midst of time-space travel.]
In the belly of Shiping Mountain, at the Sect residence, Wei Dongliu began examining the cultivation levels of his two disciples.
So slow, it’s really so slow. Several years have passed, and you two still haven’t filled your Qi Sea and started the Marrow Cleansing?
Seeing the Master’s displeased expression, Guo Jin immediately knelt down to admit his fault:
“Master, please forgive me. I know I was wrong.”
The little girl Wang Cong beside him also wisely knelt down next to her senior brother, without uttering a word.
As the two of them knelt down, Wei Dongliu found it hard to remain angry and could only wave his hand dismissively:
“All right, I was too hasty. In my era, it only took a few years to break through the three barriers and fill the Qi Sea, yet nowadays cultivators actually take so long, often more than thirty or forty years. How odd!”
Hearing the Master say “in my era,” both disciples bowed their heads even lower, not wanting to hear any more of the Master’s gossipy tales.
“Enough, get up,” Wei Dongliu waved his hand.
“Thank you, Master,” Guo Jin and Wang Cong got up cautiously.
“It seems standard progression in cultivation is useless for you,” Wei Dongliu said, rubbing his temples in frustration. “I’ll have to get you some elixirs.”