Published: February 24, 2025
Flowers have feelings, but flowing water has no intentions.
Liu Rulong, with a flash of white light from the Qiankun Ring at his fingers, handed a feminine Flying Sword to Zhong Wu Shiyao, smiling slightly, "Shiyao, this is a Low-Grade Spirit Weapon Flying Sword, a gift for you. In the future, I will buy you a Flying Sword with spatial attributes."
Spirit artifacts without attributes are commonly referred to as ordinary magic treasures. The price for an ordinary Low-Grade Spirit Weapon Flying Sword is around ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones. However, a Low-Grade Spirit Weapon Flying Sword with spatial attributes is priced at least thirty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!
Before the trial began, Liu Rulong took out all his savings and bought two ordinary Low-Grade Spirit Weapon Flying Swords—one for himself and the other intended for Zhong Wu Shiyao, whom he secretly admired for a long time.
A gentle breeze tousled Zhong Wu Shiyao's hair. She looked at the Flying Sword in Liu Rulong's hand, shaking her head slightly, and said softly, "Big Brother, this gift is too precious. I can't accept it."
Liu Rulong smiled nonchalantly, "Shiyao, this is just a little token of my feelings. Please accept it."
"Big Brother, I know you care for me, but it's really too valuable for me to accept." Zhong Wu Shiyao politely refused, "Moreover, I have already purchased a Flying Sword. You should keep this one for your future sister-in-law."
"You girl, when did you become so distant from me?" Liu Rulong pretended to be displeased, forcing the Flying Sword into Zhong Wu Shiyao's hands, sincerely saying, "Since you were five years old, you've been my little shadow. Now, in this world, you only have me as family. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"
Liu Rulong's words were sweet, but giving the Flying Sword to Zhong Wu Shiyao also had his own ulterior motives—he was infatuated with her beauty.
If he truly cared for Zhong Wu Shiyao, he wouldn’t keep the only Fetal Soul Pill that Murong Kun gave him for himself instead of giving it to Shiyao.
Having said this, Zhong Wu Shiyao could only smile slightly, "Thank you, Big Brother."
After she stored the Flying Sword in the Qiankun Ring, she seemed to remember something and appeared hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?" Liu Rulong asked.
"Big Brother, there's something I don't know if I should say," Zhong Wu Shiyao said, biting her lip.
"Anything can be said in front of me," Liu Rulong assured.
After a moment of silence, with her brows furrowed, she opened her mouth, "Big Brother, is there any possibility for you to resolve the hatred between you and Tan Yun?"
Liu Rulong instantly clenched his fists, his handsome face showing a hint of ferocity as he said firmly, "Impossible! He killed my entire family. I must kill him and bloodily wash the Tan Residence!"
"Shiyao, I know Tan Yun was your savior, and I also know you have a soft heart despite your sharp tongue. Even though you’ve said you want to sever ties with him, you still hold gratitude towards him."
"One of us must die, and this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't interfere."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wu Shiyao wanted to say something more, but seeing Liu Rulong's fierce demeanor, she ultimately stayed silent.
Liu Rulong took a deep breath, thinking about finding Tan Yun's whereabouts next, and said, "Shiyao, I want to enter seclusion for cultivation. What about you?"
"I won't be cultivating for now. I want to search for the Spatial Soul Spring," Zhong Wu Shiyao replied truthfully.
"Oh right, what holy body were you referring to earlier with the cold air?" Liu Rulong asked curiously.
"I don't know either," Zhong Wu Shiyao said with anticipation, "I'll ask the higher-ups of the sect after the trial is over."
"Alright." Liu Rulong nodded, "Be careful while searching for the Soul Spring. I'll be here waiting for you."
Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded slightly. A snow-white Flying Sword flew out of the Qiankun Ring and hovered in front of her.
She lightly stepped onto the Flying Sword and flew down from the summit, weaving through the vast Sea of Clouds.