247: Sword

A long time later...

Emerging from the small house, Wang Feng felt a little melancholic, but such things were considered quite normal in the Cultivation World.

Wang Feng now knew that this was the little girl who used to swing on the willow tree; he had even saved her father.

Her father seemed to be named Zhang Si, who was possessed by a malevolent spirit. It took several hits to extract the evil spirit.

Looking back, the village chief was lying on the dilapidated bed, saying something to the sorrowfully weeping young girl.

Wang Feng shook his head, leaving behind a spiritual energy barrier covering the house, planning to check on it daily.

The village chief probably wouldn't live much longer. For those who didn't want to live, living was also suffering.

"Brother!"

Walking on the street, Wang Feng suddenly heard a voice from behind and instinctively turned his head to look.

He saw a familiar young girl, Lu Qingyao, holding a bag of pastries and running towards him.

"What is it?"

Wang Feng looked at Lu Qingyao, who had already run up to him, and asked indifferently.

"This is for you to eat. Thank you for saving me last time."

Lu Qingyao's movements were a bit reserved as she held up the bag of pastries in her hand.

"No need. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to her, turned around, and left directly, leaving her standing there, holding the bag, stunned for a moment.

"Alright then..."

Lu Qingyao looked at Wang Feng's back with a hint of disappointment between her brows, but she didn't pester him further. She turned around and left, hugging the pastries.

...

Ice Palace Giant Boat.

Jiang Hanxi sat cross-legged in the room, a slight curve on her lips, looking at the lively little dragon in her Divine Sea Space.

"Little brat, come here."

Another female voice rang out, it was Cold Sword's voice. Cold Sword swayed her sword body twice at the little dragon, signaling her to come over.

"Hmm?"

The little dragon's spiritual consciousness figure didn't think much of it and stumbled over.

Slap!

Cold Sword used her flat sword body to smack the little dragon's bottom in the Divine Sea Space, causing the little dragon to freeze instantly.

"Hahaha, silly child."

Cold Sword laughed mischievously without restraint, just like a devilish older sister bullying a child.

The little dragon's mouth gradually drooped, looking a bit wronged. She had gone over happily, but this sword was there to smack her bottom.

Looking at Jiang Hanxi's spiritual consciousness figure not far away, the little dragon pouted and ran to her, throwing herself into her embrace, tears welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Jiang Hanxi skillfully hugged the little dragon, raising her slender hand to gently wipe away her spiritual consciousness tears.

Then she raised her hand and gently shot out a spiritual energy blast, hitting Cold Sword, instantly making Cold Sword uncomfortable and causing her to fly around erratically.

"Don't bully her."

"A sword that has lived for tens of thousands of years bullying a child, aren't you ashamed?"

Jiang Hanxi mildly reprimanded Cold Sword with a faint voice, though without malice.

Cold Sword immediately became a bit unhappy, slowly flying to Jiang Hanxi's side and circling her.

As if saying, 'I'm a baby too, I need comfort too.'

"Who told you to bully her?"

Jiang Hanxi raised her finger and gently tapped Cold Sword's body twice, considering it a small comfort for Cold Sword.

"Because it's fun."

Cold Sword's single sentence instantly extinguished all comfort in Jiang Hanxi's heart. She hugged the little dragon and no longer paid attention to it.

She planned to teach the little dragon how to read, otherwise, calling her 'mother, mother' all the time, it was sometimes hard to understand what she wanted to say.

...

Half a month later.

Wang Feng stood before the village chief's grave and bowed slightly.

Then, he used spiritual energy to bind the sobbing girl beside him and flew directly to a large city, preparing to use a teleportation array to go to the Sword Sect.

"Stop crying. Let me ask you, do you want to live, carrying the village chief's wish, or do you want to die?"

Wang Feng flew in the sky, frowning as he asked the girl beside him, who was gasping for breath and couldn't speak for a while.

"If you don't speak, I'll assume you want to live."

"Do you want to be a cultivator or a mortal?"

Wang Feng posed another question, looking at the large city in the distance. If she wanted to be a mortal, he would simply settle her there.

"I... I want to be like you..."

"Hmm, alright."

Seeing this, Wang Feng said nothing more. He entered the large city and used the teleportation array to get near the Sword Sect.

Finally, he returned to this familiar place. As he ascended the steps, he happened to see Old Lin.

"Yo~, little Wang is back. Come, come, I've been waiting for you to have tea together for a long time."

Old Lin swept the fallen leaves on the steps while cheerfully greeting Wang Feng.

"Old Lin, I don't have time right now. I'll come find you later."

Wang Feng took the girl and flew all the way up to the Sword Sect, arriving in front of a stone tablet, intending to test her aptitude.

Wang Feng took out a knife from his storage space and walked towards the girl, scaring her into a shiver.

"Take this. Cut your finger and drip the blood on it, just one drop is enough."

Wang Feng handed out the knife, letting her take it. If she didn't even dare to do this, there was no need to be a cultivator.

Fortunately, after she took it, she did as Wang Feng said, and a drop of fresh blood plopped onto the stone tablet.

No reaction...

Could it be... no aptitude?

Just as the question popped into Wang Feng's mind, he was instantly proven wrong. The stone tablet erupted in golden light, and an ancient aura rushed forth.

Holy cow!!

Wang Feng's eyes widened, looking at the rings of light in the sky, one after another, finally emitting a beam of light that shot into the girl's body.

The girl's hair floated up, flying everywhere, and her entire body began to levitate.

Thump, thump, thump!

In an instant, the girl's cultivation realm soared rapidly, reaching Body Tempering Third Layer directly, without even cultivating.

"What kind of physique is this!?"

Wang Feng was startled, and for safety's sake, he moved a little further away.

He watched the golden rings of light in the sky, covering the entire area.

Half of the Sword Sect was illuminated, startling countless people, and innumerable elders rushed over.

Old Lin, who was sweeping the steps in the distance, instantly teleported to a dark spot, then pretended to casually pass by and walked out.

Alright, there's nothing more for me to do now.

Wang Feng was amused. He shook his head, turned around, and left directly. This girl would naturally receive the best arrangements now in the Sword Sect.

Some time later, the girl's consciousness gradually recovered. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw countless people surrounding her, scaring her into frantically searching for Wang Feng's figure.

But she searched again and again and still couldn't find him. Her heart instantly understood: he had already left...

...

Night fell, at the Sword Sect steps.

Wang Feng looked at the bright full moon in the sky, and the scattered stars, and asked the same question as before.

"Old Lin, what do you think about fate? How should it be described?"

Wang Feng leaned against the steps. The coming and going Sword Sect disciples didn't disturb them; they had already gotten used to it years ago.

"Fate, ah, this thing, hehe... it's hard to describe~"

Old Lin gave the same answer as before. After speaking, he seemed to recall some past events and became melancholic.

"You can't answer, can you?"

Wang Feng was amused, squinting his eyes mischievously and staring intently at him, making Old Lin, or rather, Sword Idle Remnant, uncomfortable.

"How could that be!"

Old Lin retorted, but didn't give a reason, awkwardly raising his teacup and downing the tea in one gulp.

"Is that how you taste tea!?"

After Wang Feng spoke, he directly picked up the entire teapot, aimed the spout at his mouth, and poured it in.