"Oh, so it’s going to mess with me, right?" Zhao Rong tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The Sword Spirit looked a bit sheepish, its hand fiddling with a small gourd stopped, nodding toward him: "To be reasonable, the Evil Flood Dragon isn’t that serious."
Zhao Rong glanced at it sideways.
Gui coughed and explained:
"The human heart is a ghostly island, and the birth of these fierce creatures in the Heart Abyss is actually a normal phenomenon. They aren’t real entities. In this aspect, a peerless emperor is no different from a mundane mortal, perhaps even more so for the latter, whose Heart Abyss may harbor fiercer creatures than the former."
"It’s just that for ordinary mortals, it’s all a blur, hard to perceive, but for us cultivators climbing the mountain of practice, accompanying a further cultivation of the heart, even a speck of dust’s influence in the Heart Abyss will be infinitely magnified, eventually becoming a heart demon hindering the path to enlightenment..."
It sighed, "Actually, these Evil Flood Dragons now aren’t something that will eat you, why are you so scared, even arranging for your last words."
The young Confucian Scholar ignored and nodded slightly, continuing to point to the pool of Evil Flood Dragons below the tower:
"Oh, then tell me carefully, to what extent is this Heart Abyss Evil Flood Dragon an obstacle."
The Sword Spirit thought for a moment and honestly said: "It’s just that it makes it difficult for some seeds of cultivation in similarly-sized immortal sects to break through later, especially in realms involving cultivation of the heart, they might be abandoned by their own sects..."
"I see, you should have said so earlier, so I can be at ease," Zhao Rong sighed, looking at his Heart Lake filled with as many as eighty-one Evil Flood Dragons, smiled and nodded...
The young Confucian Scholar said nothing more, waved his sleeve sharply, turned his head, and left.
Never wanting to stay here anymore.
At this moment atop the tall building.
The purple-clothed Sword Spirit instinctively wanted to reach out to grab the young Confucian Scholar but halted halfway in the air, retracting the hand.
"Hey, why are you running?"
The slim Gui mimicked someone, hands folded in sleeves, shouted in speechless tone.
The young Confucian Scholar didn’t turn back, voice coming through, "Not playing anymore, not cultivating at all,"
"Heh, other people’s sword masters grow stronger and more gifted, making their mentors and elders gasp in awe at their Heart Lakes, just like the Heart Lake of the Azure Monarch’s Lotus Pond, it’s a sign of auspicious omens. And me..."
"Damn it, just gets worse and worse, stuck with a cheap Sword Spirit like you, just when I started seeing progress in cultivation, you conjure up a pool of Evil Flood Dragons, and with such a who-else-but-me attitude, calling me here to claim credit... what are you doing?"
"Gui, I’m telling you, this life is unbearable, whoever wants it can take it."
Zhao Rong waved his sleeve.
However, he had barely taken a few steps down the stairs when a voice drifted leisurely from behind.
"Hey, Zhao Rong, who told you that the Heart Abyss Evil Flood Dragons would definitely be bad for you?"
Zhao Rong nodded expressionlessly:
"Oh, understood, I painstakingly fight them to the death, only then can I elevate my state of mind, right? Whatever doesn’t defeat me makes me stronger, just like gaining experience...
"Great, with these eighty-one Evil Flood Dragons, once I finish them I might just become a sage right on the spot, hmm, good idea, really wronged you."
Hearing Zhao Rong’s sarcastic words, the purple-clothed Sword Spirit laughed.
At this moment, it leaned on the railing, fingers flipping the Purple Energy gourd, squinting at the outstanding creation it orchestrated with much effort below, chuckled lightly:
"Hmm, the idea is fine, but a bit cliché, haha, speaking of which, can’t we be a bit friendlier, fighting and killing all day isn’t good, why not make friends with the little fellows below, asking friends for help isn’t too much, right?"
The young Confucian Scholar’s steps paused slightly.
"Zhao Rong, jump down, greet them."
Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, tugging at the corner of his mouth, turning back, unhesitatingly returned to the top floor, leaping right past the smirking purple-clothed Sword Spirit.
"Heh, in my Heart Lake, could I really be scared by my own Sword Spirit and those beasts below?"
By the lake, atop the tall building.
A Confucian Scholar leapt down, diving into the pool abyss.
He transformed into a pure azure glass color.
"Oh, did that make you angry?"
Somewhere by the lakeside tall building, a figure in purple clothes, hands behind back, playing with the Purple Energy gourd, watching the pure azure glass color within the pool abyss, lightly chuckled.
No emotions could be discerned, but it carried a cold amusement.
The rooftop was quiet momentarily.
"...this is just the beginning, then in the future... will you have to break ties with me..."
The Sword Spirit lightly murmured, shaking its head.
In the next instant, this tall purple-clad slender figure leapt up, tiptoed onto the railing, looking down at the pure azure glass color that Zhao Rong had transformed into below, smiled.
Its long fingers gently flicked, opened the Purple Energy gourd in its hand, shook it downward.
Fine wisps of white mist, like flowing water, spilled from the gourd’s mouth, drawing a straight white line in the air, straight into the calm pool abyss below.
The entire abyss full of Evil Flood Dragons roared violently, the whole lake’s water boiled.
Atop the building, the Sword Spirit chuckled.
"When will the dragon carp, plunging into the pool abyss, return?"
Zhao Rong’s current feeling was quite peculiar.
His plunge into the water did not stir a single splash.
This was certainly not because his diving skills were superb, disappearing splash technique or the like.
Rather, just as his body touched the surface of the water, a light feeling rushed to his heart, and it seemed his body underwent some strange transformation.
But before he could observe, in an instant, he was completely submerged.