Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 136 - 109: Digressions

October 13, 2017

Time swiftly flew to mid-October. That evening, a golden flying sword shot up from the Qian Family Mansion in QingCyan Cloud yun City, breaking through layers of obstacles like an unyielding warrior, battered yet unwavering, heading decisively towards its predetermined destination—Shen Garden to the east of the city.

The flying sword ultimately landed in front of a window, gently tapping the window frame twice with its hilt, prompting someone to open the window and remove the letter attached to the sword.

"Dearest Mr. Wang Jiu:

Long time no see, mwah! (Lip mark here)

I'm your cutest number one fan, Qian Yue. It's been a month; how have you been, sir? With someone like Shen Qingming who's such an idiot, and Li Chaolu who's so sneaky around you, you must have had a tough month. It's a pity I have no way to be by your side to share your pressure. As your number one fan, I really haven't done my duty, boohoo.

You must be wondering why I haven't shown up in the past month, right? To my shame, it's due to family misfortune that I met an unreasonable old father. Earlier, I was confined to our family's forbidden area, the 'Gold and Silver Mountain,' for closed cultivation.

After a month, I still find it inexplicable. For what reason? Was it just because during an argument, I splashed tea in his face? But it wasn't really my fault; he was the one being unreasonable, trying to oppress me with seniority and refusing to listen. I'd considered myself quite courteous for not striking him with a Gold-Burning Palm. Yet he had to explode in rage, making a spectacle before the elders. If I were one, I'd definitely impeach a patriarch who bullies a child and gets splashed with tea, huh!

Sometimes, I really doubt it; how could a gentle, beautiful, and reasonable girl like me truly be his offspring? Look at my three brothers, each dumber than the last, and none of them handsome. The Qian Family is hopeless indeed.

Speaking of it, I almost couldn't see Mr. Wang Jiu again this time. When the old man first locked me in the Gold and Silver Mountain, he decreed I shouldn't come out until reaching the Mid Cloud Surge Realm. At that time, I'd just entered the Cloud Surge Realm recently. Even with diligent hard work, it might take half a year to a year to advance again. And as the number one fan, if I can't meet you for that long, I'd die of boredom there. Of course, even if misfortune leads to my demise, I'd still stay by your side, protecting you from the harassment of annoying people like short pumpkins or giant drumsticks.

Fortunately, as your number one fan, I cunningly hid several Golden Silkworm Pills on me at a critical moment. After a month of secret refining and absorbing the medicinal power, I finally achieved Mid Cloud Surge Realm cultivation, albeit briefly. Though the medicine's effects linger for only three days before I fall back to the Early Cloud Surge Realm, the agreement back then was to leave upon reaching the Mid realm, not maintain it long-term, haha. When the old man came to check progress at the Gold and Silver Mountain, his face alternated blue and white—it was so satisfying.

Ah, and you needn't worry whether the old man regrets later and forces me back into seclusion. When I left, I quietly ran to the control array at Gold and Silver Mountain and reversed a few Spirit Veins' connections. The elders say it won't be repaired for half a year, hahaha. At least for the next half-year, no more cloistering for me. According to my mother, the old man couldn't sleep for three days, but I say he asked for it. How dare he treat his biological daughter like a prisoner!

Regrettably, I might not manage to come beside you, sir, to receive guidance up close, because my mischief with Gold and Silver Mountain seems exposed, and the elder overseeing family law is already at the door… Time is short, and I can't fully express my admiration for you, sir, but remember, in QingCyan City, in the dungeon beneath the Qian Family Mansion, there's a girl named Qian Yue who thinks wholeheartedly of you…" (The handwriting becomes chaotic here, evidently interrupted by an external force, unable to continue writing.)

Having read the letter, Wang Jiu nodded, reached for paper and pen using the Shape Manipulation Array, and penned a reply.

"I have a phenomenal memory, of course, I can remember."

He then placed the letter on the flying sword, patted the sword hilt, and sent it back to the Qian Family Mansion.

——

After closing the window, Wang Jiu mused: so much has happened this past month.

For instance, in late September, Shen Qingming, restless from adolescent turmoil, finally couldn't endure and joined Wang Jiu's torturous mini-class at the Inner Sect Training Ground, engaging in daily battles alongside Li Chaolu.

Their competitive spirits were incredibly fierce; after each day's training, they'd grit their teeth to compare blood flow, as if losing even one drop's worth to the other was akin to losing at life. In such contests, theoretically, Shen Qingming, with his Immovable Tyrant Body, had all the advantages, his hematopoiesis far superior to Li Chaolu. Yet on the other hand, Li Chaolu's physique far exceeded Shen Qingming, possessing greater total blood volume and, crucially, a higher relative wit—come the second day, she secretly started cheating with pig and dog blood, not until half a month later did Shen Qingming discover this...

Nevertheless, amidst such positive competition, the cultivation of both increased daily. On the 12th, Li Chaolu showed signs of reaching the Peak of the Wind-Rising Realm, about to break into the Cloud Surge Realm, while Shen Qingming steadily stayed in the Late Wind-Rising Realm—a merit perfection in the Second Heaven of the Immovable Tyrant Body.

Such prowess, among those under twenty in the Cyan Cloud Great Meet, is respectable for sure. Though reaching notable rankings would be tough, in the thirteen to fourteen age range, they are, without question, unmatched.

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Moreover, the elderly deadbeats dodging gambling debts were finally outmaneuvered during a repeat offense by Li Family's matriarch Lu Xin and directly confronted by Wang Jiu in the meeting room.

In early September, these old slackers questioned Wang Jiu's qualifications as an Inner Sect Instructor Advisor, challenging him to a contest, agreeing to meet whatever demands should they lose. They lost immediately to a math problem and Li Chaolu's Assault Type Hundred Flowers Sword, thereafter fearing Wang Jiu would open the lion's mouth to drain their retirement and coffin savings dry, so they scattered and fled. Some even fled back to Lingshan City, while the local layabouts in QingCyan Cloud yun City hid, claiming illness and living in darkness.

But it's hard to change a loafer's nature, and within days, they felt suppressed to the max and emerged once more to trouble the mansion's inhabitants. At this point, Lu Xin finally had enough and decided to act, capturing all these idle fish in one go.

These old guys were prestigious, and no one within the Li Family could touch them, but with Wang Jiu, an outsider, involved, there was room for maneuver. Lu Xin enlisted Wang Jiu's help, and when the slackers were making a ruckus in the meeting room, he suddenly appeared and caught everyone. Leveraging that wager, Lu Xin demanded a large sum of heavenly and earthly treasures, causing the old slackers unimaginable heartache. One even suffered a heart attack on the spot.

Luckily, with plentiful miraculous elixirs in the mansion, the patient was promptly saved, sparing the populace.

Meanwhile, armed with the slackers' coffin savings, the Sword World's reconstruction accelerated significantly, prompting Wang Jiu to gladly accept Lu Xin's proposal for further collaboration in extracting pensions.

At this rate, with just a few more big transactions, Wang Jiu could complete all three final buildings in the first phase: the Spirit Gathering Array, Demon-slaying Blade, and... Myriad Spirits Hall.

——

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

In the Sword World, along with a deep and resolute rumbling, a magnificent palace rose slowly, ten zhang, a hundred zhang, and in an instant, it mirrored the Demon-slaying Blade like a majestic mountain, dominating everything within the sword realm.

The Sword Spirit's true form stood before the palace, looking at its imposing outline, eagerly anticipating the next stage.

The Myriad Spirits Hall, among the most foundational yet crucial structures in the Sword World, its growth path, like the Demon-slaying Blade, affords it endless potential from the initial state to its final realm with infinite divine techniques.

With the Myriad Spirits Hall, the Sword World no longer remained a moribund expanse, home solely to the solitary Wang Jiu, but could thrive, forming a self-sufficient ecosystem; things like the Dragon's Chant Flower or Hundred-Lock Vine wouldn't require deliberate cultivation yet would spontaneously sprout.

At its peak, Myriad Spirits Hall swarmed with immortal beasts, each with divine techniques of their own.

For instance, the pair of Kui Oxen there possessed innate abilities, moving with storms, and their roars thunderous. Their beef was distinctly unforgettable, to say the least.

Of course, at present, the Sword World overall remains rather weak. Expecting immortal beasts is futile; the journey begins rather with flora, gradually upgrading, aspiring perhaps to indulge in Kui Ox leg meat within fifty years.

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In summary, from mid-September to mid-October, everything surrounding Wang Jiu seemed to be developing smoothly, thriving vibrantly.

However, conversely, for rivals of the Li Family, things appeared quite bleak.