“Uncle Duan, you wait here first. I will take Xiaomo inside.” Cang Yuan Sword’s existence was a sensitive issue, and the less people that knew about it, the better. Therefore, Ling Chuxi intentionally left Duan Qingchen out of it.
“Go, I will guard this place.” Duan Qingchen thought that Ling Chuxi did not want to reveal the Golden Pill Sect’s secret techniques to outsiders, so he quickly stood guard outside the door.
Inside the house, Duan Xiaomo did not say a word as he quietly sat on the chair. Ling Chuxi took out an Ink Jade Crystal and rubbed it, like she did last time. Right after that, a soft sigh was emitted from the Luo Chen Sword. The Ink Jade Crystal emitted an odd illusory light that entered the Luo Chen Sword.
Suddenly, the Ink Jade Crystal shone brightly and disappeared from sight. After that, another Ink Jade Crystal emitted a similar odd, illusory light.
“Ink Jade Crystals… You actually found Ink Jade Crystals so soon?” Cang Yuan’s familiar voice rang out once again in Ling Chuxi’s mind, sounding surprised and delighted.
“You’re awake,” Ling Chuxi said happily.
“Our last meeting was quite recent. Have you already finished learning that style of swordplay?” Cang Yuan asked curiously.
“How could I learn such a complex technique so fast? I summoned you this time because I need your help with something else,” Ling Chuxi replied huffily. She had been practicing that Sword Style move every day, and every time, she would learn something new about it. That sword style was so vast and deep, how could she fully comprehend it in a couple of days?
“Oh? Unless you can find enough Ink Jade Crystals to allow my sword spirit to condense and take form, I wouldn’t be able to help much.” Cang Yuan knew the mysteries and wonders of the seven sword styles, and therefore did not ask too much.
As they were speaking, the ten plus Ink Jade Crystals on the table all emitted an odd light at the same time, and like a flood, rushed towards the Luo Chen Sword.
“You managed to find this many? Not bad,” Cang Yuan said casually, not being the least bit courteous as he absorbed them.
“Wait, slow down! Can’t you leave me a piece?” Seeing that all the Ink Jade Crystals were about to disappear, Ling Chuxi felt a little heartache. These were Ink Jade Crystals! Before they even got warm in her palms, they had all been gobbled up by this sleeping and eating deity.
“These are merely a few Ink Jade Crystals. Wait till my sword spirit takes form, then I will help you find as many as you want,” Cang Yuan said disdainfully.
“Really?” Ling Chuxi’s eyes lit up, as if she could see the gold and ingot before her.
“I am the ancient Cang Yuan Sword Spirit, why would I lie to you? Speak—what matter requires my help?” Cang Yuan absorbed the spiritual energy of the ten plus Ink Jade Crystals and his voice became clearer and more substantial, as if he was speaking beside her ear.
“Help me take a look at him. His mind ocean is a little odd.” Ling Chuxi pointed at Duan Xiaomo.
“I haven’t even condensed my spiritual consciousness, how am I supposed to take a look?” Cang Yuan laughed, then suggested, “Use your divine consciousness to enter his mind ocean first. I will go with you to take a look.”
“Oh, I had forgotten about that.” Ling Chuxi laughed in embarrassment.
Ling Chuxi used the Mind Training Chant and her divine consciousness entered Duan Xiaomo’s mind ocean. This time, her divine consciousness was much stronger than before, presumably because the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit was within it.
“Celestial Core! He was actually born with a Celestial Core! Even the master of the Cang Yuan Sword back then had only managed to comprehend the Celestial Core after a hundred years of bitter cultivation. This child is actually born with a Celestial Core!” Cang Yuan’s surprised voice rang out in her mind, his tone filled with disbelief and awe.