Chapter 225
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Chapter 225: The Jade Gourd
Wang Xiangchi looked at the two unconscious individuals and waved his hand, summoning two puppets.
“Take these two students to the treasure palace to rest,” Wang Xiangchi instructed. Since the celestial sword city had signal coverage, Grape could control the puppets remotely.
"Understood," the Electronic Voice responded.
After the students who had escorted the others returned to their dorms, the assistant returned to Wang Xiangchi’s side.
Seeing the puppets supporting the two students, the assistant quickly said, “Senior, let me take them back to their dorms.”
“Jian Wujie needs to be taken home as well.”
“Does Jian Wujie go home every night?” Wang Xiangchi asked.
“Yes, he still needs to take care of his mother,” the assistant replied.
“Tell me more about his situation.”
“Jian Wujie is actually the most talented student in the class. He could have joined the celestial class with full tuition waived, but he chose to stay with his mother during these years.”
“These years are crucial for his training, but he can’t fully focus on learning swordsmanship. That’s why he lost his chance for advanced training and ended up in the mysterious-level class.”
“What illness does his mother have?” Wang Xiangchi asked.
“It’s a strange disease that causes her life energy to fade. Even the vice dean at the Core Formation stage examined her, but they still can’t find the cause.”
After hearing the assistant’s explanation, Wang Xiangchi took out a gourd-shaped artifact filled with liquid and handed it to the assistant.
“This kid took first place today; as his teacher, I should show my support. Inside is a small jar of lunar dew water, which can restore a bit of life energy. Take it to Jian Wujie’s mother.”
“It should help ease her pain. One bowl a day is enough,” Wang Xiangchi instructed.
“Understood,” the assistant said, holding the gourd filled with lunar dew water, feeling grateful for Jian Wujie’s good fortune.
The assistant carried Jian Wujie and flew away on a sword into the distance.
“A simple act of kindness can go a long way,” Wang Xiangchi said with a smile as he gazed at the sky.
Just then, Wang Xiangchi received a message from Xu Fan.
“Check if Han Feiyu has any small jade bottles, little gourds, or coins with unclear origins,” Wang Xiangchi said, curious.
Following Wang Xiangchi’s instructions, a puppet soon brought a small jade gourd to him.
Wang Xiangchi entered the palace room and sent a call request to Xu Fan.
Xu Fan, who was busy crafting artifacts, quickly answered the call.
“Did you find it?” Xu Fan asked eagerly.
“Master, I found it—a small jade gourd, but I can’t tell its origin,” Wang Xiangchi said.
A light curtain appeared beside Xu Fan, displaying the small jade gourd.
Xu Fan’s excitement was immediate. Based on the protagonist’s usual setup, this item was likely at least a celestial tool.
“Good, I understand.”
“Put it back. Han Feiyu is a key support target.”
“Make sure all his needs are met,” Xu Fan instructed.
"Got it, Master. I’m just curious, why didn’t you recruit him into the Hidden Spirit Sect?" Wang Xiangchi asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Even if I explained, you wouldn’t get it. Just follow my instructions," came the reply.
"Understood, Master," Wang Xiangchi responded.
After hanging up, Xu Fan went back to his artifact crafting.
"It seems all the protagonists I meet are local—Li Xiaoyao, Feng Chang Ning, Han Feiyu…"
"I wonder if there’s anyone from my past life around to chat with."
"How’s the world over there? I’ve been waiting for the latest novel updates."
"Has the chip country been developed yet?"
Xu Fan rambled on, losing himself in his thoughts.
Early in the morning, Han Feiyu woke up in a plush bed. Thanks to Xu Fan, he had moved up from a single room to a presidential suite.
He jolted awake, sitting up quickly and scanning the room with caution.
Noticing his clothes had been changed, Han Feiyu’s face paled, and a worrisome thought crossed his mind.
Even though he was just a beginner in Qi Refinement, he knew the worth of the treasure he carried.
As Han Feiyu was lost in thought, two puppets entered the room, each carrying a tray.
One tray held various items, while the other contained Han Feiyu’s personal belongings, including the jade gourd he valued most.
"This is the master’s residence. You passed out yesterday, and the master asked me to look after you," the puppet explained in its Electronic Voice.
"Here are your clothes, freshly washed, and your items. Please check if everything’s there."
"Thank you," Han Feiyu said, feeling a warm glow inside. No one had treated him this kindly since his parents.
He silently vowed to be more careful and not faint so easily in the future.
Just then, another puppet entered with breakfast.
"The master said this is your reward for being first place," the puppet said, placing the meal on the bedside table.
"Thank you."
Han Feiyu eyed the breakfast eagerly—a bowl of spirit rice and minced meat porridge, accompanied by three savory meat buns. It was the breakfast he had always dreamed of.
That morning, at the training ground reserved for Xuan Level Class B, all fifty students were present, lined up neatly before Wang Xiangchi.
"Good morning, teacher!" the students greeted respectfully, bowing in unison.
"Good," Wang Xiangchi replied with a smile, feeling a peculiar sense of satisfaction. Being a teacher wasn’t so bad after all.
"I was very pleased with your performance yesterday. From now on, you’re all my students."
"Now, I’ll make good on my promise from yesterday."
"Han Feiyu, Jian Wujie, step forward," Wang Xiangchi called out.
"Yes, sir," they responded.
Jian Wujie looked at Wang Xiangchi with excitement and gratitude in his eyes.
That morning, he had enjoyed a breakfast made by his mother—a rare treat, as she was usually still asleep at that hour.
After learning the reason, Wang Xiangchi joined Jian Wujie’s list of benefactors.
"Since you both fainted together yesterday, let’s call it a tie for first place," Wang Xiangchi said.
He then produced two Spiritual Swords, both of which were items he used during his artifact crafting days and were of equal quality.
"Work hard from now on and help your teacher win first place in the student competition," Wang Xiangchi said with a smile.
"We will not disappoint our teacher," the two said in unison, bowing respectfully.
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At Hidden Spirit Island, in the underground space, Xu Fan was busy with artifact crafting while playing a game that explored the Demon Race.
"Main body, could you be a bit more serious?" the first clone complained.
"I’m not engraving runes, so what’s the big deal?" Xu Fan replied nonchalantly.
As he played, he muttered about his recent streak of bad luck, noting that he hadn’t found a single spirit ore.
Suddenly, the grape beside him reported, "Master, the Thick-Shell Honey Badger clan from the Demon Spirit Realm has sent a collection of information about the ancient times. There’s one piece of news that might catch your interest."
"Stop with the suspense and just tell me," Xu Fan urged.
"Back in ancient times, when the Dragon Race ruled the Demon Spirit Realm, there was a creature known as the Tianyun Beast, which resembled a white tiger."
Hearing this, Xu Fan immediately thought of the giant beast discovered underground in the Demon Spirit Realm—it looked just like a white tiger.
"Continue," Xu Fan said, intrigued.
"In those days, the Tianyun Beast served as the Dragon Race’s Divine Beast, specifically tasked with nurturing their offspring."
"Nurturing offspring?"
"Indeed, the Tianyun Beast has the unique ability to purify the bloodline of Divine Beasts. It can conceive offspring from any Divine Beast, and the resulting offspring will have a purer bloodline than their parents," the grape explained.
"Wow, that’s just…" Xu Fan exclaimed, astonished by the existence of such a talented Divine Beast.
Then, a thought struck him: could the Tianyun Beast be carrying offspring in its belly?
"Grape, has the Tianyun Beast’s belly been examined?" Xu Fan asked, as the Five Elements Spirit Fire he was using to craft the spirit ore began to flicker, nearly extinguishing.
"Main body, the fire!" the first clone warned.
"Got it," Xu Fan responded, quickly stabilizing the Five Elements Spirit Fire.
"Master, after you left, the Tianyun Beast remained in a sealed state," the grape informed.
"Then what are we waiting for? Send the puppets to investigate immediately," Xu Fan commanded.
"Understood."
As the grape’s voice faded, Xu Fan directed the underground digging puppets in the Demon Spirit Realm to head towards the Tianyun Beast.
A month later, Xu Fan was pleasantly surprised by the giant egg the puppets had retrieved.
Observing the deep blue stripes on the egg, Xu Fan remarked, "A dragon egg is unmistakable; the runes on it are of celestial script level."
He examined the egg for a while longer.
"There’s no sign of life, and my consciousness can’t penetrate it. I suspect this dragon egg has been sealed by someone, and it’s a Quasi-Immortal level seal," Xu Fan concluded.
"What a shame, my plan to raise a dragon has fallen apart," Xu Fan said gloomily.
"Let’s set it aside for now; who knows, maybe one day this egg will hatch."
With a wave of his hand, Xu Fan left his spiritual imprint on the Dragon Egg.
"Grape, find a hidden, safe place with plenty of spiritual energy to store this egg," Xu Fan instructed.
"Understood."
Soon, a team of Transformation Stage heavy armor puppets arrived to escort the Dragon Egg deep into the underground space, specifically to the area beneath the spiritual liquid lake.
Two months later, three magical waves emanated from the underground space, signaling the completion of the Chen Iron Spiritual Sword crafted by the first clone.
Looking at the three finished Spiritual Swords, Xu Fan sighed in relief.
"Not bad, the feedback from this artifact crafting was pretty normal."
"If it were like last time every time, who could handle it?"
"Alright, notify Elder Ning to collect his Spiritual Sword."
"Elder Ning has probably been eagerly waiting for his Spiritual Sword to be finished every day," Xu Fan said with a smile.
"As for the remaining two swords, I’ll deal with them after my good brother reaches the Transformation Stage."
"Understood."
A tool puppet took the Spiritual Sword from the first clone’s hand.
At that moment, Ning Dao, stationed at Lin Sen Fairy City, received the news that his Spiritual Sword had been successfully crafted.
Instantly, all the cultivators in Lin Sen Fairy City seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.
They saw a streak of sword light crossing the entire Lin Sen Fairy City, leaving a sword mark in the air that lingered for a long time.
"What’s up with the Guardian today? He seems to be moving unusually fast. Is there a Beast Race Invasion, or is there something urgent that requires him to hurry?" members of the Elder Council who knew Ning Dao began to discuss.
At that moment, the protective mountain formation of Hidden Spirit Dao hadn’t yet had a chance to respond to Ning Dao before it was pierced by the sword light.
Xu Fan, who was busy with artifact crafting, glanced up.
"Thankfully, my protective mountain formation has an automatic recognition feature; otherwise, just that alone would have destroyed my formation."
"I can’t delay upgrading the sect’s grand formation any longer," Xu Fan frowned and said.
At the entrance of the Wanbao Peak treasure vault, an impatient figure appeared.
"My sword!" Ning Dao exclaimed excitedly.
The prepared treasure vault guard puppet handed Ning Dao a long white jade box.
Ning Dao quickly returned to his courtyard, his heart racing and hands trembling.
At that moment, his feelings were just like the first time he practiced dual-cultivation with his wife.
He couldn’t remember how he felt when he first received his first Spiritual Sword; back then, he thought it was just his first Spiritual Sword, but certainly not his last.
When he got the second Spiritual Sword, he thought the same way.
Then he experienced the darkest moments of his life, up until now.
Ning Dao gently placed one hand on the white jade box and sighed, “After 280 years, I finally have my second Spiritual Sword again.”
"This time, I will make the entire cultivation world know the power of my Dual Swords Flow."
He slowly opened the white jade box, revealing a pure silver longsword, its blade shining like autumn frost, captivating and powerful.
Ning Dao picked up the Spiritual Sword and pressed it against his forehead, carefully sensing the aura emanating from the silver blade.
"From now on, you shall be called Autumn Frost."
At that moment, a red Spiritual Sword appeared beside Ning Dao.
"Like Fire, Autumn Frost, I will take good care of you," Ning Dao said gently.
A Sword Sound rang out, like heavenly music to Ning Dao’s ears; he knew this Spiritual Sword had acknowledged him.
The next day, Ning Dao completely refined Autumn Frost into his own Spiritual Sword.
Watching the sword dancing joyfully in the air, Ning Dao felt an urge to find a Core Formation stage beast race to test his skills and see if his Dual Swords Flow had become rusty.
At that time, Ning Dao, who previously avoided meddling in others’ affairs, took out a communication artifact and dialed a guardian in need of assistance.
"Xinyuan, my friend, I heard the beast race in your area is a bit fierce; do you need assistance?" Ning Dao thought that supporting another fairy city wouldn’t be a bad thing.
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In the nearshore area of the Endless Sea, Feng Chang Ning had been on a giant island for a long time.
"This island is hundreds of times the area of my former capital."
"There isn’t a single fairy city here, and there are hardly any cultivators."
"This place has been plagued by sea beasts for years; although they aren’t very powerful, they are enough to make the common people unable to survive along the seaside."
"The only good thing is that there are enough mortals on this island, and they are my greatest resource."
Feng Chang Ning hid in the clouds, observing the city-state-like towns below.
Now, she already had a relatively clear plan in mind; she wanted to establish an empire where mortals and cultivators could coexist.
