Chapter 13

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Should I go down? Or should I go down? I might as well go down. Ye Bai was torn for a while, but finally made up his mind to explore the cliff below, where great fortune lies in great danger.

Once this thought arose, it almost immediately filled his mind, an irresistible urge to go down and investigate. It was as if a voice from the depths of the cliff was calling to him, even his primordial spirit was stirred by this irresistible desire.

Possessed by a demon? A string of good luck had boosted his confidence, but not to the point of overconfidence. Ye Bai patted his face, suppressing the thought, and warned himself to stay calm.

Since he started cultivating, he almost always generated countless thoughts before making any decision, ultimately choosing the most prudent one.

This approach sometimes brought him opportunities, sometimes brought him misfortune, but there was no doubt that it was a good habit.

According to Xiao Lingli, the abyss below was a natural ravine, and it took about five hundred zhang to reach the bottom. Two months ago, during a play session, Xiao Lingli accidentally reached the bottom and discovered two skeletons. Just as he found the storage bag of the first skeleton, he was scared away by a powerful aura emanating from somewhere.

After returning, he was extremely disappointed because he couldn't open the storage bag, so he never went down again.

This meant that there was at least one more storage bag in the valley. These two people, who could descend to such a remote and deep place, must have been of the same level. The contents of the bags should not be inferior.

Moreover, what kind of thing could attract two talented cultivators to that place? This question was probably even more worth pondering.

Ye Bai estimated that these two people's cultivation levels were at least at the tenth layer of the Qi Condensation stage. Even so, they lost their lives down there. He was currently just at the ninth layer of the Qi Condensation stage, and if he encountered danger, it would be even harder for him to survive.

Following Ye Bai's usual cautious nature, he would never take such a risk.

But knowing that an opportunity was waiting for him down there, he felt very reluctant to miss it. This thought, once it took hold, became uncontrollable, surging in his mind.

Sensing Ye Bai's wavering, Xiao Lingli quickly waved his paws, indicating that there were some terrifying things down there, and urged Ye Bai to abandon the idea.

Feeling Xiao Lingli's concern for the first time, Ye Bai felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't go down now. I still need to make some preparations."

Xiao Lingli's cave was secluded and quiet, a nice place to cultivate. With a large number of spirit stones at his disposal, Ye Bai was no longer as impoverished as before. He planned to cultivate here for a while to enhance his strength before going down to investigate.

The first preparation Ye Bai mentioned was the cultivation of the Sword Light Flight Technique. If mastered, this technique would not only increase his speed to a thousand miles a day but also greatly enhance his control over the flying sword, doubling his offensive power.

Riding the wind and flying with a sword, slaying demons in the world, such a cool scene was the greatest desire of every young cultivator who aspired to the immortal path. Since choosing the path of a sword cultivator, Ye Bai had been looking forward to this day.

After making some minor arrangements in the cave and setting up a few simple formations, he gave a few spirit stones to Xiao Lingli and instructed him to guard them carefully. Then, Ye Bai immediately took out the jade slip containing the Sword Light Flight Technique and studied it carefully.

The Sword Light Flight Technique was a common method for sword cultivators to fly. According to the jade slip, one must first寄托元神 in the sword, nurturing and refining it until the primordial spirit and the flying sword became one, allowing for initial control.

Ye Bai's black peach wood sword had been refined for several years and was very responsive, making it the most suitable choice. However, the material was just the lowest-grade peach wood, with limited offensive power. Since Ye Bai's cultivation had advanced rapidly, it was no longer sufficient, and the blade had recently suffered some damage. Therefore, he decided to choose a new sword from the storage bag he had found.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Ye Bai took out the six flying swords from the storage bag and examined them one by one. He finally chose a simple, three-foot-seven-inch-long flying sword made entirely of black obsidian.

Among the six flying swords, this one was neither the sharpest nor the best in material, but its design was the most ordinary. After careful inspection, there were no obvious marks from the maker or the previous owner, so it wouldn't attract attention, and he wouldn't have to worry about unnecessary complications.

Putting away the other five swords, Ye Bai reviewed the sword refinement technique in the jade slip. His eyes flickered as he threw the chosen flying sword into the air, shouted, and spat out a white light like a ribbon, which instantly enveloped the sword.

A blinding golden light immediately appeared, and the flying sword hummed as if suddenly infused with vitality, piercing through the white light and trying to escape the cave.

Ye Bai's expression changed, and he quickly made a hand seal, releasing a layer of primordial energy to cover the area, trapping the flying sword and preventing it from escaping.

"I underestimated this. This flying sword still has a subtle spirit," Ye Bai recalled that the first sword he examined did not exhibit such behavior, and he was greatly surprised.

According to the common knowledge in the cultivation world, after the owner's death, the sword spirit within the flying sword would gradually dissipate over time, becoming a lifeless object, waiting for the next refinement. The fact that the sword still had a spirit inside it could be attributed to four possibilities.

First, the sword's owner was not dead. However, Xiao Lingli had already seen his remains, and the storage bag could be opened by Ye Bai, so this reason was clearly not valid.

Second, the sword's owner had died recently, possibly a talented disciple from another peak of the same generation as Ye Bai. Thinking of this, Ye Bai felt a chill run down his spine, as it would be difficult to explain if there were any future entanglements.

Third, the material of the sword itself could preserve and nurture the sword spirit for a longer time compared to other materials. However, after examining it, Ye Bai found that besides black obsidian, the sword also contained some mithril and meteoric iron, but no other high-grade components. Of course, it was also possible that Ye Bai's eyesight was not good enough.

Fourth, the refinement technique was different. Although the previous owner's storage bag contained a jade slip of the Sword Light Flight Technique, he might not have cultivated this technique. Different refinement techniques could result in different durations of the sword spirit's existence.

Regardless of the reason, the arrow was on the string, and it had to be released.

The flying sword shot out a few zhang, as if hitting an invisible wall, and was bounced back. It quickly changed direction and tried to escape in other directions, but was blocked by the wall several times. The flying sword let out a loud whistle and turned to attack Ye Bai.

Ye Bai's expression turned cold, but he remained calm, unfolding a spiritual energy shield to block the flying sword's attack. At the same time, he spat out more white light, layering it around the flying sword.

The flying sword seemed to fear these white light ribbons and quickly retreated, darting to other places. One chased, one fled, and the small space was illuminated by the intense light.

The more spiritual the magical tool, the harder it was to refine. Even if the previous owner was dead, it was difficult to make it one's own. To put it bluntly, just because a child's parents died, it didn't mean he had to recognize someone else as his father!

Ye Bai's eyes narrowed. The speed of the flying sword was beyond his expectations, which only increased his determination to subdue it. He grabbed a few spirit stones from the storage bag, activated his cultivation technique, and quickly absorbed the spiritual energy within.

The spirit stones, originally bright and dazzling, quickly turned gray and lifeless. Feeling the surging primordial energy within him, Ye Bai's spirit was refreshed, and he spat out another white light ribbon, chasing the flying sword.

Two white beams and one golden beam engaged in a bloodless, brutal battle in the small space.

As time passed, the flying sword's speed began to slow down, and Ye Bai's condition also deteriorated. His face was pale, and he was mentally exhausted. In just two hours, he had already spat out a dozen mouthfuls of his life essence.

Fortunately, the two mouthfuls of life essence had caught up with the flying sword, entangling the handle and slowing it down. Gradually, more primordial energy surrounded the flying sword, like leeches, tightly enveloping it. The flying sword, cornered, reacted more violently, struggling fiercely, and even scattered a few clumps of Ye Bai's life essence.

Seeing this, Ye Bai did not hesitate. He bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of spiritual blood mist, and cast a hand seal from a distance. A strange handprint appeared in the air, pressing the blood mist onto the sword, causing the flying sword to tremble violently and emit wisps of white vapor.

The "bang bang" sounds continued as Ye Bai spat out several more mouthfuls of blood mist, his spirit becoming even more withered, but his eyes grew more determined.

After another half an hour, the "bang bang" sounds ceased, and the cave gradually became quiet. A clear and bright sword cry echoed through the void.

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