Chapter 12

"Kazuko, you scared her away." Aoba looked at the fleeing Chihana and said to Kitagawa Kazuko.

"What a youthful scene! But Aoba-kun, you really are quite charming. It's only been so long and you already have a junior high school girl bringing you bento." Kitagawa Kazuko continued to tease with a smile.

"You're mistaken. This is just a way of showing gratitude. Of course, there might be some affection, but it's far from the kind of feelings you think." Aoba shook his head and said.

Chihana's bento was indeed delicious, so during lunch break, Aoba happily finished it.

In the following days, Chihana occasionally came in the morning to bring Aoba bento, but due to her increasingly busy idol schedule, she came less and less often.

After a week, with the accumulation of pure yang true qi through the "Lightning Transformation Technique," the total amount of pure yang true qi in Aoba's body finally reached a certain level, allowing him to do something he had long wanted to do.

It was Friday evening, and Aoba sat alone on the tatami floor of his room. His five hearts faced the sky, and his primordial spirit vibrated, merging and intertwining with the pure yang true qi in his body. It condensed into energy waves mixed with divine consciousness and pure yang true qi, sending out some mysterious signals into the void.

Aoba continued to send out these signals, from evening until midnight, until the pure yang true qi and divine consciousness in his body were almost depleted. Just as Aoba was about to give up and try again next time, a connection with some existence was formed in his primordial spirit's perception.

Instantly, Aoba's spirit was invigorated, and he gathered the last of his pure yang true qi to send out one final signal.

At this moment, deep in the mountains of Sichuan Province, China, about 3,000 kilometers away from Tokyo, Japan, there was a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Recently, this place was being developed into a tourist attraction, so a construction team was stationed near the temple, preparing to rebuild a more magnificent temple on the site of the dilapidated one.

The senior management of the construction company responsible for this project and government officials were also present today, preparing to finalize the plans for the new temple.

However, on this night when everyone had to stay and rest due to the late hour, the mountain where the temple was located suddenly and inexplicably experienced a landslide.

Massive boulders rolled down the mountain, crashing into construction machinery and destroying most of the equipment, causing significant losses to the construction company that had contracted the project.

What no one knew was that the culprit behind the landslide was flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

It was a small, ancient-looking short sword, about the size of a palm, with a sword glow flickering around it. Attached to the hilt was a small, ordinary-looking cloth bag, about half the size of a palm.

This short sword, carrying the cloth bag, flew across half of China at an extremely high speed, then across the sea, and finally arrived in Japan, heading straight for Aoba.

By this time, it had been over three hours since Aoba sent out his last signal.

During this time, Aoba had used electricity to restore more than half of the pure yang true qi he had just consumed.

Feeling the short sword approaching from 10,000 meters above, and the increasingly close connection with his primordial spirit, Aoba couldn't help but smile.

No longer continuing to restore his pure yang true qi, Aoba stood up and opened the window. Soon, the short sword, carrying the cloth bag, flew into the room.

First, it circled around Aoba like a dog greeting its owner, then it retracted its sword glow and landed on Aoba's outstretched palm, settling down quietly.

"Old friend, we meet again." Aoba said to the short sword.

The short sword trembled slightly, as if responding to Aoba.

This short sword was the flying sword Qinglong Yin that Aoba had refined in his previous life. The cloth bag was his other magical treasure, the Qiankun Bag, which contained things he had prepared for his reincarnation and cultivation.

When Aoba decided to reincarnate and cultivate again, he had left sufficient power in the flying sword Qinglong Yin and hidden it in a safe place.

However, after 400 years, the power Aoba left in Qinglong Yin had been almost completely consumed by time.

During this process, as Qinglong Yin responded to his call and brought the Qiankun Bag, it had already exhausted the last bit of power left from his previous life.

So, for the time being, Aoba couldn't use this flying sword.

Putting away Qinglong Yin, Aoba infused pure yang true qi with his primordial spirit's mark into the Qiankun Bag, successfully opening it.

Although he knew that no one else could open his Qiankun Bag, Aoba still checked the contents and nodded in satisfaction.

After putting away the Qiankun Bag, Aoba continued to use electricity to restore his pure yang true qi.

It wasn't until he had fully restored his pure yang true qi that Aoba took out the Qiankun Bag again and retrieved a bottle of pills from it, contained in a fine jade bottle.

The jade used for this bottle alone was worth at least hundreds of millions of yen in modern society, and inside the bottle were the pills Aoba had prepared in his previous life to accelerate his cultivation after reincarnation.

However, he hadn't expected that 400 years later, humans would be able to manipulate electricity freely, which greatly accelerated his cultivation, far exceeding his initial expectations.

This meant that some of the pills he had prepared might not be needed.

After taking the pills from the jade bottle, Aoba focused on refining the medicinal power.

With the help of the pills, Aoba's pure yang true qi increased rapidly, like a rocket.

Because he had already experienced these stages in his previous life, Aoba had no risk of his cultivation level not keeping up with his power, leading to a mental breakdown. He just needed to focus on increasing his power.

So, in just one night, with the help of the pills, Aoba's pure yang true qi increased significantly.

The next morning, as the sun rose, Aoba stopped his cultivation.

He then turned his gaze to the female ghost, Xiao Bai, in the corner.

With the support of the various items he had prepared in his previous life, he could finally solve Xiao Bai's problem.

No matter what, Aoba owed Xiao Bai for helping him awaken his previous life's memories.

Though no one would know if Aoba didn't say anything, cultivation is about cultivating the mind. You can deceive anyone, but you cannot deceive your own heart.

So, Aoba truly intended to help Xiao Bai in her cultivation.