vstars Chapter 12 Obtaining the Flying Sword
Chapter 12 Obtaining the Flying Sword
His words were so airtight that no one could find any fault with them.
Liu Jincai stared at Shen Li for a long time, trying to find a flaw in his face, but all he saw was a calm and composed expression.
He felt frustrated and helpless.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the medicinal herbs were growing so well, with yield and quality far exceeding expectations.
If he continues to make things difficult, he will only give others ammunition to criticize him.
In the end, he could only grimly direct the servant disciples who had followed him to go forward and harvest the spirit-gathering grass.
After counting, it was found that the amount of Spirit Gathering Grass handed in by Shen Li not only far exceeded the quota, but also contained abundant spiritual energy. After calculation, it was worth ten spirit stones as a reward.
When Liu Jincai handed the reward spirit stones to Shen Li, he felt his face twitching.
He snorted coldly, too lazy to say another word, and turned and left.
Seeing that Liu Jincai had left and there was no more excitement to watch, the other disciples naturally followed suit.
Watching Liu Jincai and the others walk away, Shen Li smiled coldly and thought to himself: With this man's vindictive nature, this matter will not be easily resolved. He will definitely cause trouble and make things difficult for me in the future, and may even try to expel me from the sect.
However, things are different now, and I am confident in facing any difficulties.
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A few days later, Shen Li renovated the spirit field and sowed a new batch of spirit-gathering grass seeds.
After that, his life returned to a peaceful cycle.
During the day, he tended to the spiritual fields; at night, he diligently cultivated himself, while unfailingly checking the daily divination, waiting for the next opportunity to arrive.
Living in seclusion in the mountains, the years pass by quietly.
More than two months of peaceful time passed by.
During this period, Shen Li not only mastered several low-level spells such as Ice Cone Technique and Wind Control Technique, but his cultivation also progressed naturally to the peak of the second level of Qi Refining. He was only one opportunity away from breaking through to the third level.
That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, its gentle light shining everywhere.
Shen Li slowly finished her practice, exhaled a long breath, and then her consciousness sank into her sea of consciousness:
[The divination result has been updated].
Today's divination result: Very auspicious.
[Suitable for: welcoming new family members, moving into a new house, and getting married].
[Taboo: Building a stove, praying for blessings.]
[The divination text reads: You found a dark red, cracked short sword on the third floor of the Transmission Pavilion. It is actually a low-level fire-attribute flying sword called "Crimson Flame Sword". It was mistakenly judged as abandoned because the spiritual power of its core "Gathering Fire Spirit Pattern" was exhausted.]
You nourished it for three days with pure wood-attribute spiritual energy, activating the spiritual runes according to the principle of wood generating fire, restoring it to its original state. Estimated value: eighty spirit stones.
Looking at today's divination, a glint flashed in Shen Li's eyes: the opportunity to make a fortune has arrived. I never expected that there would be a hidden gem in the abandoned magic artifact. What a stroke of luck!
The next morning, Shen Li once again stepped into the Hall of Miscellaneous Servants.
The person on duty for registration was still Hou Peng, with his pointed face and monkey-like features.
Shen Li thought to himself: I wonder how many spirit stones he must have bribed Liu Jin to get such a leisurely position.
He nodded slightly to Hou Peng and went straight inside.
Hou Peng stared at Shen Li's tall and composed back, rubbed his eyes, and felt that after not seeing him for several months, the calm and composed demeanor of this person had become more and more obvious, making him seem like a completely different person from before.
"Strange, what exactly happened to him? I can't figure it out at all." Hou Peng was puzzled and could only shake his head in the end.
Shen Li went straight to the third floor. The magical artifacts here were all abandoned, emitting chaotic spiritual energy, and the musty smell made people uncomfortable.
He crouched down and began rummaging through the pile of junk.
This place truly lives up to its name as a junkyard; the magical artifacts here are incredibly diverse, including broken flying swords, tattered armor, and even a tattered soul-summoning banner.
About an incense stick later, his gaze settled on a short sword about two feet long, dark red in color, but without any luster.
However, the spiritual patterns on the sword were devoid of any spiritual energy, making it appear as a discarded sword devoid of any spirit.
Shen Li waved his hand, and the flying sword appeared in his hand.
His fingertips brushed across the sword, feeling the spirit patterns that, though exhausted, were still intact. He felt reassured: just as the divination had said, the spirit patterns were not damaged, only the spiritual power was exhausted.
He put away the Crimson Flame Sword, then printed two practical basic spells on the first floor. After handing over the spirit stones, he left the Transmission Pavilion.
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Inside the cave, Shen Li sat cross-legged.
He held the Crimson Flame Sword with both hands, and the Nine Revolutions Evergreen Technique slowly circulated within his body. Pure wood-attribute magic power flowed like a babbling brook, completely enveloping the short sword.
When the magic power touched the sword, the withered spiritual patterns seemed to receive rain after a long drought, and began to absorb the vitality of the wood spirit bit by bit.
The whole process was slow and continuous.
Shen Li could clearly sense that his own wood spirit energy was being slowly transformed by the core spirit patterns on the sword body according to the mysterious law of "wood generates fire", infusing it with new vitality.
Three days passed quietly under Shen Li's continuous nurturing.
At noon on the third day, the Crimson Flame Sword emitted a faint, clear ringing sound.
The dark red color on the sword body faded, replaced by a fiery bright red. A flame-like spiritual light flowed within the repaired spiritual patterns, radiating a stable, scorching aura and a sharp edge.
"Repair complete!" Shen Li's face lit up with joy.
At this moment, the spiritual energy on the sword flowed along the spiritual patterns, its sharpness contained within, making it a low-grade flying sword of decent quality.
For disciples in the Qi Refining stage, low-level magical artifacts are the easiest to wield, possessing considerable power without consuming too much mana.
Shen Li sheathed his flying sword and headed towards the sect's market.
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At this time, the market was bustling with people.
It is said that the inner sect competition is imminent, and many disciples who intend to stand out in the competition are shuttling between various stalls, hoping to buy a handy magic weapon or obtain a pill that can temporarily enhance their strength.
Those with substantial wealth, on the other hand, would go to larger cultivation cities or possess treasures bestowed by their families, and would not come to the market to search.
Shen Li found an empty spot, took out the Crimson Flame Sword, and waited for the buyer to arrive.
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Meanwhile, amidst the crowds in the market, three disciples with extraordinary bearing were strolling around, two women and one man, seemingly searching for something.
One of them, dressed in white, was aloof and ethereal; she was none other than Duanmu Yao, the sect leader's personal disciple.
Walking beside her was a beautiful woman in a fiery red dress, her brows furrowed with anxiety.
The man beside them was Pang Sicheng.
The woman in red said with concern, "Senior Sister Duanmu, my flying sword was accidentally damaged during a sparring match the other day. I've been wandering around this market for a long time, but I haven't found one that suits my taste. What should I do?"
Duanmu Yao comforted her, "Junior Sister Sun, there's no need to worry too much. With the competition approaching, disciples without ambition will sell their magical artifacts for spirit stones. If we search patiently, we'll definitely find a suitable one."
Pang Sicheng smiled and echoed, "Junior Sister Sun Yingxue, please rest assured, with Senior Sister Duanmu and I keeping an eye out for you, we will definitely be able to find a fine one for you."
The woman in red, known as Sun Yingxue, said with a hint of teasing, "Senior Brother Pang, you really do seem to 'coincidentally' run into Senior Sister Duanmu wherever she goes. You're so thoughtful."