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"Oh, this is what you wanted, here." Shen Jinglan recalled something and handed an item to Spirit Sword Destiny.
Spirit Sword Destiny took it and examined it closely.
The Nightmare Pill, this was the inner core of the Nightmare. It was a small orb, about the size of a palm, with a rough and dull surface, shrouded in a faint layer of black mist. The fluctuations of spiritual energy it emitted were quite astonishing.
"When Nightmare saw it was no match, it self-destructed. I couldn't stop it, and now the mess left behind seems to be something White Tiger Mountain Deity wants to manage. I think he is in for a tough time," Shen Jinglan said, looking at his own hand that had become bony and thin, frowning slightly. "It seems I have only mastered killing techniques quickly; everything else is just mediocre."
His tone was calm, tinged with a hint of regret and sorrow, but not very pronounced.
He had already done what he promised; there were some things he was powerless to change, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"The leader already knows enough. If you continue to be modest, we might feel embarrassed," Spirit Sword Destiny replied.
"What do you plan to refine with this Nightmare Pill?" Shen Jinglan asked.
Spirit Sword Destiny shook his head. "I haven't thought it through yet... I'll consider it more."
He only knew that he could not let Xu Xiaofei get this item! Because this Nightmare Pill was the main material for forging the strongest divine weapons in this game. Depending on the protagonist's cultivation path, it could be refined into the Phantom Demon Sword, Phantom Demon Blade, Phantom Magic Lute, or Phantom Magic Fan... any one of them. Once the divine weapon emerged, chaos would ensue; no matter which one was obtained, it would significantly boost the protagonist's combat power! As for Spirit Sword Destiny himself, he simply did not have the energy or time to gather auxiliary materials and forge it, nor did he have an urgent need to enhance his combat power.
With the leader present now, Evil Sect did not need this sword; if the leader were gone, perhaps the sect would require such a powerful divine weapon...
But if the leader were gone, what would Evil Sect mean to him, Spirit Sword Destiny?
"Hmm?" Shen Jinglan was a bit surprised; Spirit Sword Destiny had always been organized and well-planned but actually said he "didn't know." However, he quickly added, "Feel free to play with it; it's fine."
"Thank you, leader." Spirit Sword Destiny took out a Purple Jade Box that he had prepared earlier and carefully stored the Nightmare Pill inside.
Silently, Shen Jinglan was led into the room by Spirit Sword Destiny, who said, "Master, you should rest for a while. I have instructed someone to prepare food and the medicine you need to take today. Once everything is ready, I will come to call you."
"Alright."
"Master," Spirit Sword Destiny asked again the question he had already posed several times, "When do you plan to return?"
Shen Jinglan immediately replied, "You want to rush me out right after I've just finished using me?"
A faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Spirit Sword Destiny quietly sighed; every time this topic came up, it gave him a headache, but it was a conversation that had to happen.
However, the Master was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. The hint of grievance hidden in his words was something he couldn't withstand.
"I know that the scenery in Youzhou is lacking and the mountains and rivers are not great," Spirit Sword Destiny said with a bitter smile. "However, at least your palace has a carefully arranged Absolute Spirit Array and a group of renowned doctors gathered here. Even the chef was brought in from the most famous restaurants across various regions according to your taste. After you return, life will certainly be more comfortable than running around everywhere like now."
Shen Jinglan fell silent for a moment and sighed.
"Three months."
"What did you say, Master?" Spirit Sword Destiny asked in confusion.
"I can hold on for three more months before I need to continue my seclusion. If I stay in the Central Continent for another three months, I will return." He glanced at Spirit Sword Destiny with an undeniable tone, "At that time, you will return with me as well."
Before Spirit Sword Destiny could say anything, Shen Jinglan cut him off, "You promised me that yourself."
"Yes." Spirit Sword Destiny could only respond honestly.
The leader often did not act like a mentor or superior, but when he truly displayed the authority of an elder and a higher-up, Spirit Sword Destiny had no choice but to obey him.
First, he would accompany the leader back to Youzhou. If there were any urgent matters, or if the scouts sent out to investigate remedies for the leader's illness had news... he could sneak out while the leader was in seclusion.
A few days later, at Xiaoyao Sect.
Sitting on the bed practicing his skills, Xu Xiaofei gradually concluded his session and opened his eyes.
A messenger Azure Bird flew in through the window and landed in his palm. He probed into the body of the Azure Bird with his spiritual energy, checked for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes or socks, and hurriedly rushed out the door. He summoned his Flying Sword and flew toward the highest peak among the Xiaoyao Sect.
According to the message from the Azure Bird, Elder Meng, who had been cultivating in a remote area in the southwest for many years, seemed to have fallen into the hands of some mysterious force. Before going missing, he had sent out a distress signal to the sect. It appeared that other members of the Righteous Path sects were also missing.
Xiaoyao Sect naturally needed to organize a rescue mission.
Xu Xiaofei had to go.
He clearly remembered that Qi Yan, his senior sister, had specifically told him that this missing Elder Meng had sent word back to the sect that he had seen living people turning into zombies and dead people coming back to life in the southwest.
To resurrect Lin Mo, he had to investigate this matter. He had originally planned to wait until he was stronger before going. Now that Xiaoyao Sect was gathering manpower with other sects, he could take this opportunity to join them.
When Xu Xiaofei burst into the Main Hall of the Main Peak, the sect leader Ye Zhiqiu was giving instructions to Han Yue, who stood solemnly below.
"…Han Yue, you should still follow the original plan, make preparations, and head to the Huashan Conference. There is no need for you to get involved in this matter. Since Elder Gu returned from his trip recently, let him take a few disciples along."
"Master, but..." Han Yue hesitated.
Everyone turned their gaze to the intruder, Xu Xiaofei.
Ignoring their strange looks, Xu Xiaofei raised his voice and said, "Disciple requests to go, please grant me this, Master!"
Han Yue was taken aback for a moment, then furrowed his brows and shouted, "Nonsense! Junior Brother, you step back; this matter does not require you. Master will arrange for the right people."
Xu Xiaofei usually would listen to his words. But today was different.
He simply repeated, "Please grant me this, Master!"
In front of everyone, he knelt down.
With his head lowered, his expression was resolute.
"Junior Brother... think it through. This is absolutely impossible!" Han Yue's hands at his sides trembled slightly.
He knew what Xu Xiaofei's true intention was. Although longing for Lin Mo was not wrong, to fantasize about bringing the dead back to life... that was dark magic!
If Xu Xiaofei lost control for even a moment, he would immediately fall into the path of evil. Han Yue had taught Xu Xiaofei everything up to now; he was quite fond of this clever and lively junior brother and truly did not want to see him go down a dark path.
Xu Xiaofei remained silent, just kneeling there.
The hall fell silent for a long time until Ye Zhiqiu's voice finally broke the stillness: "Sigh, too deeply obsessed... very well, Xu Xiaofei, you may go."
"Thank you, Master!" Xu Xiaofei immediately showed a look of joy.
"Master, how could you agree to him?" Han Yue was taken aback.
"Yue'er, can't you see? If I don't agree to him, he will definitely go secretly. If I use magic to restrain him, I'm afraid it will only push him into madness. In this matter, no one can help him; it all depends on whether he can remain steadfast in his heart and mind."
Ye Zhiqiu understood something, but Xu Xiaofei could no longer hear.
He was thinking...
Lin Mo, Lin Mo!
Although it was still an extremely faint hope, as long as he held onto this hope, he could see a glimmer of light from the deepest and most desperate darkness.
He had been crazy for a while, then slowly returned to normal. Had he ever truly been happy when he smiled?
Only then did he realize.
Xu Xiaofei simply packed up his belongings and walked out.
Just as he was about to leave, he happened to encounter Qi Yan flying in on her sword.
"Qi Shijie, are you here to see me off?"
"Junior Brother," Qi Yan stopped in front of him and nodded, "You must be careful on your trip to the southwestern border; it's not like the Central Continent there; the environment is much more perilous."
"Yes. I will be more careful, Senior Sister, so you don't have to worry." Xu Xiaofei replied obediently.
"If only you could be a bit more cautious," Qi Yan said with a wry smile. She clearly wasn't finished speaking; after a pause, she hesitated and continued, "And about your Senior Brother... you understand, he cares about you, but he still feels a bit awkward, so he won't come to see you off. However, he asked me to bring you this as a return gift for the Sword Manual you gave him."
She took out an item from her Storage Bag and handed it over. It was a sword about three inches long, elegantly crafted and radiating a soft light.
"A return gift?" Xu Xiaofei shook his head. "Senior Brother is being too polite; it's just a book that he might not even be able to use!"
"Just accept it. This is the magical artifact Huizhen Sword that your Senior Brother used back in the day. It can gather the sword energy that dissipates during your usual practice. In times of urgency, it can unleash that energy all at once and sometimes yield remarkable results. Just in case—only in case—you encounter any situations, your Senior Brother hopes this artifact will be useful."
With Qi Yan saying this, Xu Xiaofei had no choice but to accept it.
He could sense that even though Han Yue had not shown himself, this artifact contained a significant amount of concern from his Senior Brother.
The sword felt icy to the touch, as if carved from ice. Following Qi Yan's instructions, he infused spiritual power into the sword body while silently reciting the Incantation. Suddenly, the sword transformed into a beam of white light and entered his forehead.
Using Divine Consciousness, Xu Xiaofei saw that a droplet-shaped mark of icy blue appeared on his forehead. This mark gradually faded away and soon disappeared completely. However, it seemed to have merely hidden itself; the artifact still resided within him.
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