Chapter 84
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Chapter 84: The Necessity of Inheritance
"It’s just a minor injury! Stop being so tense."
Feng Rong’s eyes darkened as if wanting to speak, when a deep male voice suddenly rang behind them. "Hey, you two youngsters! Come here immediately unless you want to be shredded by sword energy!"
You You turned to see a small stone door ahead, where a white-bearded old man frantically waved at them. "Hurry! The next sword energy wave approaches!"
The air whistled again. Gritting her teeth, You You dragged Feng Rong toward the door. The old man slammed it shut the moment they entered, layering multiple sealing spells. Thunderous crashes soon erupted outside as sword energy struck the ground.
"Thanks, grandpa… holy crap!" You You’s gratitude died in her throat as she noticed the old man’s lower half was completely transparent, his upper body faintly shimmering like mist.
_Is he a ghost?!_
She instinctively clutched Feng Rong’s sleeve. Though accustomed to this cultivation world, ghostly entities still unnerved her.
"He’s a residual soul," Feng Rong stated flatly, eyes fixed on her wounded arm. His fingers twitched near the injury, hesitating between healing spells.
"See? It’s already scabbed." She moved to wipe the dried blood.
"Don’t!" Feng Rong seized her wrist. A golden glow emanated from his palm as he meticulously healed the minor wound, his usual sharpness replaced by uncharacteristic quietness.
You You awkwardly shifted focus to the floating elder.
"The boy speaks truth," the old man stroked his beard, transparent form bobbing slightly. "I am Qiu Zhang, Alchemy Master and original master of this cave mansion. My residual soul has guarded these ruins since my fall, awaiting worthy successors to inherit my legacy through trials."
"You built this entire palace complex?" You You gestured incredulously at their cramped stone shelter. "Then why hide in this broom closet?"
Qiu Zhang’s spectral form visibly sagged. "…A miscalculation from my living days." His voice dripped with lamentation. "I once obtained a sealed Spirit Sword from a Secret Realm. It seemed ordinary then—weak spiritual energy, unremarkable. I stored it for centuries… until three months ago."
The residual soul shuddered. "The seal broke. Ominous Presence flooded my cave mansion. Then came the uncontrolled sword energy storms." He glared at the trembling door. "That damned blade’s trying to destroy everything! I’ve retreated here after failing to suppress it."
"So those weren’t someone’s sword moves? The sword attacks on its own?!"
"Precisely! It’s grown sentient, desperate to escape." Qiu Zhang’s form flickered with distress before brightening. "But you two passed through my trials—"
"We just walked here."
"…My Heart-Seeking Formation? Spirit Selection Array?"
"Just sword gashes everywhere."
The old soul deflated like a punctured bladder. "No matter!" he rallied. "You’ve reached me—that suffices! Kneel and receive my dual cultivation legacy of weaponry and swords. This entire cave mansion shall be yours!"
You You blinked. "Before worshipping you, what other materials do you have? Alchemy? Talismans? Beast taming manuals?"
Qiu Zhang’s beard bristled. "Greedy child! Mastering dual cultivation is already miraculous! What cultivator chases multiple paths?!"
"I don’t—my sect needs varied experts. Got any spiritual root cultivation manuals?"
"You’d share my precious legacy?!" The residual soul’s eyes bulged. "This is an immortal’s inheritance! People kill for such secrets!"
You You shrugged. "Knowledge should circulate. My disciples will protect it."
Qiu Zhang gaped at the girl who treated his life’s work like library material. For the first time in centuries, the ancient master questioned his choices.
