Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 90 The Ancient Lotus Under the Moon (Part 1)

Speaking of which, the second phase of the event involved creating flowers with spiritual power.

Wouldn't that be a huge advantage for cultivators who practice wood-based techniques...?

"..."

As Song Yan played with the withered seed in his hand, his thoughts wandered.

Since we haven't found any new spirit seeds yet, why not try out this Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus in advance?

The people of Linghua Valley say that the seeds of this Moon-Touching Ancient Lotus are basically beyond saving with spiritual power.

However, I just wanted to familiarize myself with it in advance.

They didn't even stop, just walked slowly.

A wisp of spiritual energy was slowly injected into the withered seed from his fingertip.

This spiritual power disappeared without a trace the moment it was introduced into the sea, like a clay ox sinking into the ocean.

"It really has absolutely no effect..."

His body was filled with spiritual energy, and he continued to increase the input of spiritual energy.

It still had no effect whatsoever.

This withered, black spirit seed was completely lifeless, as if it had died entirely.

The spiritual energy introduced into it dissipated almost instantly.

However, Song Yan could already vaguely sense what the Linghua Valley cultivators meant by "a sliver of hope remaining."

That glimmer of hope was incredibly faint.

The surrounding decaying atmosphere solidified, tightly enveloping that tiny, scattered trace of life.

In fact, the principle of using spiritual power to activate spiritual plants is similar to that of many wood-based techniques.

After several attempts, I have figured out the trick.

At the same time, it was indeed a death sentence for the spiritual seed of the Moon-Touching Ancient Lotus.

"Perhaps it is because of the unique structure of the seed that it spreads from the outside to the inside when it decays. The source of that vitality is in the gap with the surroundings, so it is 'sealed' inside."

He secretly guessed what was going on and was about to discard the spirit seed when he suddenly withdrew his hand.

"..."

Song Yan had always wanted to try out an idea.

That is.

What is the difference in nature between the sword energy evolved from the seed of swordsmanship and ordinary spiritual power?

Previously, when they were exploring Lin Qinglong's cave, he had a sudden idea to inject sword energy instead of spiritual power.

But at the time, I was worried that I would cause trouble and make a wasted trip, and that I couldn't beat so many people.

Right now, it's worth a try.

Using sword energy to create flowers?
Song Yan himself found it absurd.

However, it's useless anyway.

The sword energy swirled at his fingertips, and a tiny, frosty white glint carefully disappeared into the pitch-black seed shell.

However, the moment that sharp aura touched the withered things around the seed core, it burst through and cut a small gash in the withered seed.

Then, just like the spiritual energy before it, it vanished without a trace.

"..."

Unsurprisingly.

Failed.

He was not disappointed, for the spirit seed was already dead.

However, he sensed a familiar aura from the cut.

The spirit object withered and decayed...

He thoughtfully stroked the wrinkles on the surface of the seed coat.

Suddenly I remembered something.

A world within a painting, where wind and thunder rise from the cliff.

Beneath the wind and thunder, withered trees sprout new buds.

"..."

Song Yan loosely closed his five fingers, and a sword aura slowly appeared and swirled in his palm.

The sword energy became increasingly solid, and wisps of golden lightning suddenly appeared on the white sword shadow.

Sword energy re-enters the spirit seed...

A sudden change occurred!

The originally pitch-black seed shell, under the illumination of lightning, actually revealed faint, spiderweb-like fine patterns.

The layers of deathly aura were torn open by the sword energy, creating several fissures.

Like spring water melting into ice.

"!"

Song Yan was startled and stood frozen in place.

Although somewhat bewildered, he still carefully urged his sword energy forward.

That dormant vitality, guided by the sword energy and wind and thunder, surged forth along the meridians.

In the blink of an eye, the dark outer shell faded to a texture like white jade, and a tender green shoot trembled as it pushed open the seed coat. "So fast?"

Immediately, an even crazier idea flashed through my mind.

What if the vitality of this ancient lotus before us, just as the cultivators of Linghua Valley said, is fleeting...

Then why not...

With a flick of his fingers, the spiritual energy of the surrounding plants and trees converged like rivers flowing into the sea, gathering in the small spiritual seed in his palm.

At the same time, the sword energy within the Zhendao Sword Mansion also poured out.

The tender shoots grew rapidly, and the spiritual energy in the valley surged in, catching Song Yan somewhat off guard!

Fortunately, it didn't last long. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a lotus stem a foot tall, and a lotus flower, as bright as the moon, slowly bloomed amidst the lightning.

A beam of bright moonlight condenses at the heart of the lotus, gently lifting a lotus seed.

"..."

Song Yan stood there, staring blankly at the lotus flower in his hand, lost in thought.

Just as he was wondering, the spiritual energy of the ancient lotus suddenly began to collapse and dissipate, and the pure white petals began to decay and wither.

Not daring to delay, he quickly tapped his fingertips and guided the lotus seed into his palm.

After a moment's hesitation, he flicked his finger and sent flames flying, burning the withered and rotten lotus to ashes.

"That's really strange."

For some unknown reason, the lotus seed in my palm is indeed alive.

The spiritual energy within was very weak, but one could still sense the surging and boundless life force.

"...I forgot to ask what the ancient lotus is for."

Who could have imagined that my casual attempt would turn out like this?

The ancient lotus that sprouted from the withered seed still could not be preserved, but I did get a living lotus seed.

What if these lotus seeds can grow into living ancient lotuses?
"If I had known there would be this commotion, I would have brought it back to the courtyard to try it again."

He released his divine sense and searched around, but fortunately he did not sense the presence of anyone else.

After a moment's thought, he decided not to inform Linghua Valley about the matter.

The reason behind this was something even he himself couldn't understand, let alone explain to outsiders.

I calmed myself down a bit.

The lotus flower's wonder can only be considered an unexpected delight.

Right now, getting our hands on that ancient sword is the most important thing.

He found a place with dense traces of spiritual energy and quickly left.

……

Half an hour later.

The sound of flower bells rang out from the direction of Butterfly Spring.

The flower bell rings only three times, with only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea separating the first and third rings.

If the cultivator has not returned to the underworld by the time the three flower bells have rung, he will no longer be able to participate in the Flower Blossom Gathering.

The cultivators returned one after another.

The flower-giving party will begin soon.

After that inexplicable Cheng Yu, Song Yan didn't encounter any strange people again. With the help of the Xuan'e Bailing Mask, he collected about eight or nine spirit seeds.

Meanwhile, his senior brother Lu Ziye, I don't know what methods he used, managed to collect more than thirty flower seeds!

Combined with his exquisite wood-based magic, he seems to have already secured first place.

Lu Ziye casually pointed to the mountain of spirit seeds piled up in front of him.

"Junior Brother Song, shall we have a match?"

Song Yan waved his hand: "No, no."

Although the Flower Blooming Competition is not just about the number of spirit seeds found in the first round, it is clear that Lu Ziye's strength is enough to allow him to freely choose those spirit seeds that score more points.

Ultimately, it was exactly as expected.

Lu Ziye won first place.

The second place appears to be a female cultivator from the local Beiya Mountain area.

Song Yan initially wanted to test whether sword energy could be used to cultivate ordinary spiritual seeds, but unexpectedly he directly cut one of them in half, which amazed many cultivators around him.

Fortunately, there are enough spirit seeds to spare.

After giving it their all, they narrowly escaped defeat and secured third place.

Cheng Yu, who had boasted to Sheng Yun, only managed to get fifth place.

Looks like my luck wasn't great.

An old-fashioned flying sword was taken out from the Qiankun bag that the cultivators of Linghua Valley specially kept as a reward.

He took the flying sword.

The Yin-Yang Beads began to hum softly...

I didn't play games tonight, I've been writing all night! Two chapters at once!

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