Chapter 226

First, he was caught off guard by that elusive Sword Spirit and nearly had his neck cut. Then, he faced a flurry of swords that he couldn’t keep up with; he couldn’t predict her speed in switching swords.

If it were just that, it would have been manageable.

Another issue was that he couldn’t react in time against the Sword Spirit’s unpredictable movements. His chest was pierced by the blue Sword Spirit without warning. He spat out blood, questioning reality. This didn’t make sense.

Mu Chongxi chuckled twice, “My condolences, senior.”

A Sword Spirit’s materialization is influenced by the sword master’s emotions and will, as seen with the Flying Immortal Sword before and now with the Frost Sword.

The white-haired girl raised her eyes, her icy blue eyes showing indifference. She extended her hand, releasing bits of frost. The two Sword Spirits pursued him relentlessly, and even he couldn’t fend them off with both hands.

Surrounded from front and back, one Sword Spirit was for killing, and the other would freeze anything upon contact. Seeing the scene unfold in his mind made him break into a cold sweat, causing his movements to noticeably hesitate.

When he hesitated, the opportunity was obvious. Qi Yao gathered spiritual energy under her feet, moving as fast as lightning. With a swift kick, she drove his head completely into the ground, cracking the dry earth with the force until he was entirely buried. Bending down, she asked slowly, “Where is my mustard seed bag?”

He said nothing. Qi Yao punched him in the face, driving him further into the ground.

Seeing that Qi Yao was about to hit him again, KFC weakly spoke up, “You’ll kill him if you keep hitting.”

Awakening from her trance, Qi Yao reluctantly stopped. The man painfully tossed the mustard seed bag to her.

Qi Yao didn’t mind the dirt and carefully put away the mustard seed bag she had been longing for. The senior she had beaten staggered to his feet, extended his hand, and nodded at Qi Yao, praising her as if he had been knocked senseless, “You are… very impressive.”

She had been acknowledged.

In the Land of Inheritance, being acknowledged meant they had found their inheritor.

The ancestor of the Changming Sect jumped up excitedly, “Who said Qi Yao couldn’t obtain the inheritance? Isn’t she a precognition type?”

The usually silent ancestor of the Wenjian Sect spoke slowly, “Where did that disciple get the four swords from? How did she manage to acquire so many swords?”

The elders of Changming Sect fell silent in an instant.

It was clear the swords weren’t theirs; their impoverished sect had no such spiritual swords.

…

The ancient forest was bustling with activity. The Frost Sword, usually quiet and peaceful, had taken the opportunity to materialize unnoticed.

The other two swords were furious, berating the Frost Sword.

The Flying Immortal Sword trembled on the side, trying to avoid getting caught in the chaos. It was the second to materialize, but because it did so forcibly in the Ghost Realm, its form was unstable. Qi Yao hadn’t even seen it before it disappeared.

The Frost Sword’s emergence was perfectly timed, choosing the right moment to stabilize its form with the power inherited from Qi Yao and the senior.

No wonder the other swords were indignant. If Qi Yao had been holding them, they too could have taken the chance to materialize.

“Damn it! Why was it you?” The Chaoxi Sword floated over, “I thought it was the Flying Immortal Sword.”

He knew the Flying Immortal Sword was a beautiful elder sister.

“Duanchen, Duanchen, put on your pants and come see the girl!” Chaoxi shouted a few times to the neighboring Sword Spirit.

Bu Jianjun floated out and eagerly joined in to watch the little girl. “Is it the Frost Sword?” Seeing that it wasn’t the Flying Immortal, he was quite pleased and greeted, “Pleased to meet you.”

Chaoxi Sword clicked its fingers and grumbled, “Why isn’t it the Flying Immortal Sword?”

Bu Jianjun, who didn’t get along with the Flying Immortal Sword, sneered, “What’s so good about her?”

Chaoxi waved his hands excitedly, “She’s beautiful!”

Bu Jianjun retorted, “Ha, you shallow golden retriever!”

Chaoxi pouted, “I am not!”

The two Sword Spirits quarreled back and forth, making everyone’s heads buzz. Zhou Xingyun had a foreboding feeling.

Indeed, it seemed like Changming Sect was destined to become a duck farm.

The white-haired girl, with her hair tied in two loose braids hanging at her waist, stood in a blue outfit with a blank expression, watching this group of people brawl, her face gradually turning numb.

What’s with these Sword Spirits’ personalities…

After receiving the inheritance, Qi Yao rubbed her eyes and saw the cold and aloof little girl standing there. She greeted warmly, “Hi. Nice to see you.”

Regardless of which Sword Spirit materialized, Qi Yao was always happy to see their forms.

The Frost Sword, apparently not used to talking, turned her head to see her sword master, her eyes slightly brightening, and spoke in a somewhat stiff voice, “I am Frost.”

The Frost Sword…

The serious look on the little girl’s face, appearing cool and cute, was too adorable.

Zhu You couldn’t resist wanting to pinch her, but before she could, she met the Sword Spirit’s icy gaze and casually lowered her hand, turning her attention to the senior from earlier, discussing serious matters: “So, Qi Yao, is that person’s inheritance really a precognition type?”

A precognition inheritance sounded impressive.

After all, seeing all the sword cultivators being beaten so thoroughly showed that even a second or two of foresight could significantly impact a battle.

The ancestor of the Yueqing Sect spoke enigmatically, “I’ve fought that precognition guy before. This inheritance depends on the master’s cultivation. If the level is above Qi Yao’s, she’ll only see one or two seconds ahead. If below, she can foresee more than ten seconds without issue.”

“One must note, precognition inheritance greatly tests a cultivator’s reaction speed.”

For a slow-witted sword cultivator, even one or two seconds might not be enough to react to the next move.

A cultivator who can handle this kind of inheritance needs to be quick-witted.

The reason the person was defeated earlier was partly due to his inability to keep up mentally with the continuous spiritual swords.

…

Out of the ten or so sword cultivators present, three had obtained inheritances, significantly ahead in progress. Along the way, Qi Yao’s head buzzed from the noisy Sword Spirits.

Luckily, the Frost Sword was a quiet girl, staying silently by Qi Yao’s side, ignoring the other Sword Spirits’ racket.

Qi Yao poked the two Sword Spirits floating at different heights, “What can you do?” With two Sword Spirits, they should be able to help share some of the burden of supporting her family.

She had a lot to support now.

The Frost Sword’s tone was concise, “I only fight.”

Bu Jianjun said obediently, “I kill.”

“Alright.” Qi Yao painfully realized they were both violent.

But why was the Frost Sword so short?

Qi Yao instinctively rubbed the little girl’s head. After all, the Frost Sword’s main body wasn’t short. She wondered if feeding the Frost Sword more spirit stones would help.

When Qi Yao didn’t know where the Duosun came from, she would occasionally feed him some spirit stones.

Strictly speaking, Duosun was a magical artifact from the demon realm and didn’t like spirit stones or spiritual energy.

So, after materializing, Bu Jianjun had sinisterly told her, “I’ll kill all the spirit stone sellers in the future.”

Qi Yao: “…”

Along the way, still pondering the Frost Sword’s form issue, Qin Huai, this hardcore cultivator, had already started sweeping the area. The deeper they went into the ancient forest, the more they occasionally encountered rare monsters. Qin Huai, from the Chengfeng Sect, knowledgeable about materials needed for artifact cultivation, wielded his sword against the monsters.

The stranger the monster, the better its functional effects.

Before the monsters even realized what was happening, the youth had slain them with a single stroke.

Qi Yao tentatively used the newly obtained inheritance, watching Qin Huai’s actions without blinking. Soon, the next move flashed in her mind.

If used correctly, this could ensure victory against opponents of the same level.

“Disgusting.” Qin Huai said blandly, digging out the monster’s core to take back for his junior brothers to refine. Not only that, he followed the path the monsters came from and slaughtered their entire nest.

Despite his words, his actions didn’t pause. Chu Xingzhi considered himself not particularly kind, but he wouldn’t slaughter an entire nest of monsters at first sight.

Chu Xingzhi crossed his arms, “What path does he cultivate? I’ll avoid cultivators like that in the future.”

Zhou Xingyun was a bit slow to react, “The same as Ye Qinghan.”

Chu Xingzhi: “…”

He gave Qin Huai a curious glance and swallowed his words, “Though both follow the path of ruthlessness, my senior brother has his reasons for his actions.”

Qin Huai, while being subtly mocked, also got inexplicably compared. He flicked his wrist, sending a blade of sword energy. The wind blade brushed past Chu Xingzhi’s cheek, who stood there unmoving, unharmed by the strike.

He grinned, “How’s the dragon clan inheritance?”

Qin Huai, seeing his smug face, coldly replied, “One day, I’ll kill you.”

Watching the projection of Qin Huai exterminating the monsters, the ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect sighed.

If there were a suitable heir, he would pass on the inheritance. So far, the ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect valued Qin Huai, who wielded the Qingfeng Sword and had reached the Nascent Soul stage, the most.

However, this child’s temperament was as cold as Ye Qinghan’s.

It gave off an air of arrogance.

“Let’s observe a bit more. Both of these children have overly extreme personalities,” he murmured.

The only time they showed any normal emotional fluctuation was when they were sparring with their fellow disciples.

…

The atmosphere among the talisman cultivators was quite bleak. There were few talisman cultivators to begin with, and their numbers were fewer than even the neighboring alchemists. There were only four of them in total. Mingxuan from the Changming Sect seemed out of place among them, and they all ignored each other.

Their small number was truly pitiable.

The ancestor of the Yueqing Sect couldn’t help but feel compassion. How could there be so few talisman cultivators in the cultivation world?

Considering there were only four of them, the trial area they were sent to wasn’t desolate, and the danger level was low. A senior woman adept at illusion formations waved her hand, “Let’s set up an illusion formation. Whoever breaks the formation first will receive my inheritance.”

The best disciple in illusion formations was from the Yueqing Sect, but breaking an formation was interesting. What exactly counted as breaking the formation?

Before the ancestors could ponder this, the woman snapped her fingers with a crisp sound, and the formation quietly descended and spread out. A true illusion formation never lets one realize they are within it.

Indeed, none of them noticed they had entered the illusion formation.

Under the subtle influence of the formation, the four were easily drawn into the identities fabricated by the formation and controlled by its creator.

Mingxuan’s mind was a bit jumbled. When he opened his eyes, it felt like his brain had been flooded with a bunch of useless information. He opened his eyes to see a face that looked exactly like his father’s.

But—

Looking at the man in front of him, Mingxuan held back for a while but couldn’t resist blurting out, “Your clothes are really ugly.”