Chapter 267: Seeing the Youran Pear Blossoms Fall Again

"It's Lingxiang!"

After Long Qi regained his senses, he immediately returned to the room to retrieve the Seven-Star Longyuan, then stumbled as he prepared to rush out of the formation.

"Brother Seven, what are you doing!" Zhao Wuyang saw this and hurriedly stopped him; fortunately, Long Qi was weak at the moment, otherwise Zhao Wuyang truly would not have been able to hold him back.

Seeing the courtyard becoming increasingly bright and the number of monsters overhead decreasing significantly, Long Qi felt a complex mix of emotions.

Those two sounds just now were undoubtedly Lingxiang; now that the monsters outside the formation were decreasing rapidly, they must have gone to chase her. If these monsters found her, then... then...

Long Qi dared not think further. Zhao Wuyang was also filled with worry at this moment, but he still held onto Long Qi tightly, refusing to let go.

"Don't say you are currently injured; even if you were perfectly fine, how would you charge out through these monsters?"

But Long Qi could not care about so much; he only thought of going out to save Lingxiang, struggling as he tried to break free from Zhao Wuyang.

Zhao Wuyang had no other choice but to drag Long Qi. Although Long Qi was physically weak, he had a reckless, uncaring air about him. Zhao Wuyang truly could not handle it, so he hurriedly spoke again to persuade him: "I just heard Lingxiang's voice coming from different directions. I imagine Lingxiang was setting up a feint to lure these monsters away. She must be hiding somewhere else now. If you go out just like this, wouldn't you be wasting Lingxiang's painstaking efforts?"

Zhao Wuyang had seen Xin Yi just a moment ago; since these two were acting this way, there must be some plan.

Hearing Zhao Wuyang's persuasion, Long Qi finally calmed down a little.

It was indeed he who had been too rash. He understood Lingxiang; she would never act recklessly, and what Wuyang said was indeed reasonable. But for some reason, his heart felt very uneasy.

Perhaps it was because he had been too tense just now, and upon realizing this, he suddenly relaxed, causing Long Qi to have his vision go black and his legs go soft. Fortunately, Zhao Wuyang supported him with all his might, preventing him from falling to the ground.

"Brother Seven! Brother Seven!"

A gust of wind blew past, making Long Qi feel warm. A white petal landed on his nose, making it itch, and he sneezed involuntarily.

Huh? Isn't this?

Long Qi opened his eyes to look. What met his eyes was a tree full of pear-white blossoms. As the wind blew, they rustled, and the petals, like falling snow, drifted away in abundance.

Ah! It's Youran Abode!

Long Qi sighed in contentment and closed his eyes again, but as if remembering something, he sat up abruptly, looking around with eyes full of confusion.

He...

How could he be here? Wasn't he just...

"Yo! We meet again!"

Just as Long Qi was filled with confusion, he heard someone speak from behind him. Long Qi was startled and hurriedly stood up. He turned to look, and it was actually Lingxiang!

No! It's not Lingxiang! It's the Longyuan Sword Spirit!

Long Qi frowned: "Why is it you?"

"Yo! Listen to you, as if I wanted to see you so much. It wasn't me who summoned me, it was you." Longyuan adopted Lingxiang's tone, mimicked Lingxiang's light leap, and lay down on the hammock.

Long Qi was greatly puzzled upon hearing this: "What do you mean I summoned you?"

Longyuan only shrugged, then raised a hand and pointed toward the room in Youran Abode. At this moment, the wooden door of the inner courtyard room opened abruptly, and a burst of smoke surged out. Then, a person was seen walking out from the room; it was actually...

Another Long Qi!

He... who is he?

Long Qi looked at Longyuan with astonishment. Just at this moment, the Long Qi in the room suddenly opened his eyes and, with an evil grin, charged toward Long Qi...

Groups of monsters surrounded Liu Xia, forcing him into a corner with no way to retreat. Looking at the aggressive monsters, Liu Xia frowned tightly, worrying about Banxia's safety on one hand and thinking of a way to escape on the other.

But as it looked now, he could only escape after dealing with these monsters.

However, with such a number of monsters, it would likely not be easy to handle them with his usual methods!

Liu Xia pondered, looking at his own face reflected on the blade of the Huasheng Sword in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Outside Mulin Ge, Liu Xia was concentrating on practicing his sword.

Since arriving at Chengxin Zhenren's Daoist field, although he had been diligent, his cultivation had not improved. Hearing that Long Qi was now at the Foundation Establishment stage under Lingxiang's guidance, he became somewhat impatient at the thought.

When he first entered the sect, the gap between him and Long Qi was not very large, and he was even slightly better at sword techniques. But who would have thought that in just a few short months, Long Qi would leave him far behind.

Could it be, as his father said, that he simply had no talent for cultivation?

Liu Xia thought to himself while swinging his sword with a "whoosh" sound, but the more he did so, the more indignant he felt in his heart.

At this moment, Liu Xia performed a sword flourish, and the Huasheng Sword in his hand turned into vines, wrapping around a large rock and binding it tightly in an instant.

But seeing this, Liu Xia felt even more frustrated.

To be honest, when he was choosing a weapon in Diancang Dong, he had just picked this Huasheng Sword at random, but when he later tried to use it, the sword was extremely unhandy.

It would turn into willow branches or vines, or transform into silver threads for no reason, and he didn't know what use it could have.

Liu Xia was used to swords, which is why he chose this one at the time, but this sword was simply too willful! If it were like this in a moment of crisis, how could he face an enemy?

Just as Liu Xia was troubled, a figure flew toward him, and Liu Xia hurriedly drew his hand to respond.

With a sound of rustling, the two figures exchanged blows. Only then did Liu Xia see clearly that the person who had come was his master, Chengxin Zhenren.

Liu Xia hurriedly turned back and performed a Daoist salute, calling out: "Master!"

Chengxin Zhenren shook his wide sleeves and said to Liu Xia with a smile: "I saw your aura was unstable, which is why I interrupted you. You are hardworking, but do not be too impatient. If you damage your inner foundation, the loss will outweigh the gain."

Liu Xia bowed again upon hearing this, said yes, and had nothing more to say. Seeing this, Chengxin Zhenren shook his head and spoke again: "I saw you were somewhat distracted just now; is there something on your mind?"

"This..."

Liu Xia hesitated for a moment, weighing whether to speak, but then heard Chengxin Zhenren say: "We are master and disciple; just speak freely. Isn't a teacher meant to answer questions and resolve doubts for his disciples?"

Hearing this, Liu Xia bowed, then spoke his thoughts. Chengxin Zhenren did not interrupt, only looking into the distance in silence.

After a long while, Chengxin Zhenren said: "I have a ring-blade that was passed down to me by my Grandmaster. At that time, I was just like you, always feeling that this ring-blade was unhandy, and since ring-blades are mostly used by women, I was very reluctant. But have you ever thought, if this sword was not fated to be with you, why would it have fallen into your hands?"

"This sword is named Huasheng; since it has a name, it has a Sword Spirit. If you do not open your heart to it, how will it respond to you?"

Liu Xia was greatly puzzled: "Master means to open my heart to the sword? But I am only at the Qi Refining stage, and..."

Chengxin Zhenren raised his hand: "Even a comb, if used for a long time, will have feelings. Even if you cannot see its spirit at this moment, it understands. Since you are bound by fate, why not treat it with sincerity?"

"Only by giving it your true heart can you obtain absolute sincerity."

Liu Xia gripped the long sword in his hand, his expression resolute: Huasheng Sword, this time I shall entrust myself to you!