Chapter 20
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Chapter 20: Title
When selecting spiritual weapons to prevent Divine Hall\’s spiritual energy from leaking and harming others, the large doors closed behind Ye Qingshang\’s trio as soon as they entered the barrier, sealing the space completely.
Divine Hall held no outside light, relying entirely on seventy-two luminous pearls embedded overhead. Their soft glow intertwined, casting a warm radiance across the vast chamber.
\"Mu Huaiyun, your inner core…\"
He sidestepped her probing fingers. Frowning irritably, he demanded, \"Ye Qingshang, what do you want? Are you truly this nosy?!\"
\"Not nosy. I just know your core shouldn\’t be like this. Back then, yours differed from mine by barely a thread. Something\’s wrong—let me examine it…\"
\"Ah, Sister Ye!\" Qiao Zhu swiftly positioned herself between Ye Qingshang and Mu Huaiyun, grasping the woman\’s arm. Her young master looked ready to explode with rage, his face deathly pale, yet Ye Qingshang remained oblivious—persistently fanning flames around Mu Huaiyun\’s most guarded secret.
Qiao Zhu urged, \"We\’re here for spiritual weapons. Other matters, even concerning our young master, can wait until afterward. Agreed?\"
Ye Qingshang\’s anxious heart ignored the plea. She patted Qiao Zhu\’s hand dismissively before seizing Mu Huaiyun\’s wrist.
His strange behavior at Frostbite Sect, Qizhou\’s unforeseen events, and now this weakened core—Ye Qingshang couldn\’t shake the suspicion: Had Mu Huaiyun, like her, been reborn?
If true…
Her spiritual power flowed into him as she held his wrist. Noticing his startled pallor, she suddenly heard a voice echo within his mind:
*Warning!*
That low, steady voice—familiar and magnetic, like an old friend\’s return.
Amidst the standoff, unnoticed spiritual weapons stirred nearby. One elongated weapon, rusted and moss-covered beyond recognition, drifted toward them.
It moved sluggishly. Mu Huaiyun only spotted it when it neared his throat—a mere inch away, radiating killing intent.
The instant it entered her vision, Ye Qingshang yanked Mu Huaiyun backward by his captured wrist. Restraining him with spiritual power, she rose slightly on her toes. Her free hand shot forward, covering his fingers to grip the weapon\’s tip.
\"Moon’s Shadow, submit!\"
Her voice pierced like midwinter frost. The weapon shuddered. Rust flaked away as blinding light revealed its form: a silver-white whip.
High-grade attack weapons were typically swords or blades—whips proved rare. Ranked sixth among spiritual weapons, Moon’s Shadow was forged from moonlight\’s essence. Though elegantly named, it meant \"moonlit death leaves no trace\"—a testament to its brutality.
In her past life, this whip had been hers. Now it chose another.
Moon’s Shadow was pride incarnate, never attacking without cause. Yet it had struck lethally at Mu Huaiyun. Hatred? Or obsession? Ye Qingshang guessed the latter.
Sure enough, upon revealing itself, the whip stilled. Its tail flickered before vanishing into Mu Huaiyun\’s palm—a spiritual weapon bonding with its master.
Releasing him, Ye Qingshang wore a faint smile. \"No gratitude?\"
\"Wh-what for? It chose me anyway. Y-you… keep picking.\" Flustered by her earlier touch, he stumbled over his words.
Ye Qingshang—ever inconsistent in reading emotions—found his reaction amusing.
Another anomaly besides herself? Mu Huaiyun seemed no reborn soul, yet that voice… intriguingly complex. She knew it hadn\’t existed before.
Nearby, Qiao Zhu watched them, satisfaction spreading across her face. Her young master, crimson with embarrassment, tried to leave—only for Ye Qingshang to drag him back.
\"You claim your weapon and think to leave? The world holds no such bargains!\"
Mu Huaiyun: \"What do you want then?\"
Ye Qingshang: \"To stay with us, naturally. Don\’t forget I just saved you. Had Moon’s Shadow been a moment quicker, you\’d be dead.\"
Mu Huaiyun: \"Hah… And who caused me to be powerless to resist?\"
Ye Qingshang: \"Me, fine. I won\’t argue. My mistake earlier—I apologize.\"
Mu Huaiyun: \"That\’s better…\"
Such harmony between beauty and gentleman! Qiao Zhu\’s smile deepened.
Ye Qingshang turned and started at her expression. \"What\’s that look for?\"
\"Ah… nothing, nothing.\"
Qiao Zhu deliberately fell back, walking beside them. \"Sister Ye, let\’s select spiritual weapons.\"
Opening the Divine Hall wasn\’t simple, so tradition dictated the top three entrants enter together. Spells cast upon them before entering ensured they chose spiritual weapons by rank without conflict.
But today proved unusual. Though Mu Huaiyun and Qiao Zhu didn\’t compete with Ye Qingshang, their spiritual weapons came to them willingly.
Mu Huaiyun\’s lethal weapon had its own consciousness—that explained his case. But why did Qiao Zhu\’s defensive spiritual weapon seek her out too?!
Worse, Ye Qingshang distinctly recalled Qianyu being near Moon’s Shadow, yet they walked long without spotting it.
Perplexed, she finally glimpsed Qianyu in an obscure corner—a barbed long sword camouflaged too well with its surroundings.
Ranked third among spiritual weapons, Qianyu differed from Moon’s Shadow. True to its name, it remained peaceful without bloodlust. Yet its attack potency was immense, possessing a lethal technique—Star Thorn. This move multiplied spiritual power instantly, conjuring countless feather-spikes to fight for survival when cornered.
Ye Qingshang squeezed a blood drop onto Qianyu\’s hilt. The barbs retracted, revealing jade-green steel.
She drew a blood rune midair. Qianyu rose suspended as crimson stained its tip.
\"Bone and blood fuse, summon the spirit. Qianyu, submit!\"
