Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang slept for a full four hours!
Now, it had been two days since he entered the Amethyst Cave.
Ning Tianya was sighing in frustration, waiting at the entrance of the passage in the south for it to open for three whole days.
What is going on?
Why hasn’t it opened yet?
Is this going to drive someone crazy?
I’ve been waiting here for more than a day… I even found a place to have a drink in between.
This kid only got a piece of a sword; why is it taking so long?
Ning Supreme walked back and forth at the entrance, sighing, turning around, and sitting down for a while...
This is really exhausting…
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Inside the cave, Chu Yang slept soundly and finally woke up, feeling full of energy. A sense of expansion and contraction immediately washed over him, leaving him astonished: “Haven’t I absorbed it all yet?”
The Sword Spirit replied with resignation, “The Amethyst Core is almost absorbed… just under a yard left…”
Chu Yang felt a bit anxious, “Why so slow?”
The Sword Spirit weakly responded, “This is already quite fast… Compared to the previous few people, you are absorbing at ten times their speed…”
Chu Yang rolled his eyes and used inner sight.
He found that within his dantian, there were already ten strands of primordial silk, glowing brilliantly. Moreover, the eleventh strand was in the process of forming…
“So many.” Chu Yang felt a bit smug. He remembered that he didn’t even have one strand before, and in less than half a year, he had eleven; it was truly…
Amazing!
“Sword Spirit, it seems we still have a long time left. What should we do during this period?” Chu Yang asked.
The Sword Spirit grinned, “You think this is easy, but I’m the one who can’t think straight… I have no mood for anything.”
Chu Yang sneered, “You really have no sense of humor.”
Since the Sword Spirit wasn’t cooperating, Chu Yang simply wandered around the nine calamity space, even taking the time to soak in the soul quenching spring. Then he pulled out a jar of wine and some side dishes from the nine calamity space, made himself a cup, poured the wine, and surprisingly raised the cup to toast the Sword Spirit: "Today there's wine, we must drink. Who discusses right and wrong tomorrow? Raising my sword to the mundane world, I look back on life without regret! Sword Spirit, we’ve shared this time together; it hasn’t been easy, I toast to you!”
Clang!
One cup down.
The Sword Spirit watched as the Sword Master Lord ate and drank heartily, feeling increasingly helpless.
What could be said in the face of such a carefree, straightforward, and easygoing Sword Master Lord?
In the blink of an eye, Chu Yang downed a jar of wine and pulled out another one, breaking the mud seal.
His body was currently enduring a storm; he couldn’t use his cultivation level, meaning he was drinking like an ordinary person. After finishing a jar of wine, he was already feeling tipsy.
But Chu Yang didn’t stop.
He continued drinking a few more cups and said, “Sword Spirit, I’m thinking about what Snow Tear Cold had Ning Tianya relay.”
The Sword Spirit asked, “Oh? What’s that?”
Chu Yang said, “Snow Tear Cold said my path of emotions is actually destined. Because I was too rigid in my past life, Wu Qianqian is gentle with me; too straightforward in my past life, Tie Butian gave me wisdom; too heartless in my past life, Mo Qingwu compensated with affection.”
Chu Yang felt a wave of drunkenness rising, “At first glance, it seems to make some sense. But now I think… Snow Tear Cold is just talking nonsense! It’s merely a comforting phrase to untie my heart.”
The Sword Spirit frowned, “What do you think then?”
Chu Yang said, “In the end, it’s my own matter. In other words, my feelings for Mo Qingwu cannot be changed by heaven and earth; this I am sure.”
“So, Mo Qingwu, I must have you!”
“Next, let’s talk about Elder Sister Wu. Elder Sister Wu has always had feelings for me, which I’ve known and have been avoiding. But I’m a man… Sword Spirit, being together for a long time, knowing this stunning beauty has deep feelings for you, what does that feel like?”