Junior sister, I really need to control you.

Chapter 82 Natal Magic Weapon, Azure Sword

Evening, Bamboo Forest Peak, halfway up the mountain.

Mu Xiaoyu gave a soft shout, and eight sword lights appeared and merged around the Cold Leaf Sword, condensing into a snake fang four or five feet long, which headed towards a large eagle with black feathers and a hooked beak in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the snake's fangs pierced through the dense canopy, leaving a passage three to five feet wide, before landing on the giant eagle.

The giant eagle had a wingspan of about 10 or 20 feet, and its body was covered in wounds and wrapped in thorns. When it saw the snake's fangs, it flapped its wings and turned in the air, trying to avoid them.

However, the thorns wrapped around his body slowed him down. He only managed to dodge half of his body before his left wing was pierced by the snake's fangs and destroyed on the spot. He fell to the ground at an angle.

Several more streaks of azure sword light rose up, ending its life in mid-air.

Mu Xiaoyu stood on the ground, raised her hand and used her object manipulation technique to catch the giant eagle's corpse, pulled it in front of her, and placed it on the ground.

Every feather on the giant eagle's body was as tough as cast iron. Although it had many wounds, few of them could be considered serious. These were all caused by the black feathers.

But in the face of the snake's fangs just now, these black feathers were almost as fragile as paper, easily pierced and torn apart.

"What a powerful sword technique!" exclaimed the young man from Huangzhu Temple. "Fellow Daoist Mu, you are so young, yet your sword technique is so exquisite. You must aspire to become a sword cultivator, right?"

When he saw Mu Xiaoyu use the Yin-Yang Dividing Light Sword before, he already felt that it was very powerful. At least, although his cultivation was much better than Mu Xiaoyu's, their techniques were far inferior.

But upon seeing the Xuan Sha Fierce Appearance Sword, he realized that Mu Xiaoyu's previous exquisite sword light splitting technique was just an ordinary trick of hers.

Therefore, although Mu Xiaoyu was much younger and less skilled than him, he still addressed her as Fellow Daoist Mu rather than Junior Sister Mu.

After all, if he asked himself honestly, he felt that he probably couldn't beat Mu Xiaoyu.

"A sword cultivator?" Mu Xiaoyu shook her head, pushed the demon corpse toward the young man from Huangzhu Temple, and placed it on the ground. "I haven't thought about these things. I'll just learn whatever my senior brother teaches me."

Huangzhu Guanqing, with practiced ease, squatted down and began to dissect the giant eagle's carcass.

Lu Kuan and Wu Mingke, standing to the side, looked on with envy.

They both helped in the hunt for that giant eagle, and many of the wounds on its body were inflicted by them.

However, those wounds were numerous but not deep, and posed no significant threat to the demon.

In contrast, Mu Xiaoyu, whose cultivation was slightly inferior to the two of them, killed them with a single move.

Mu Xiaoyu skipped and hopped toward Wu Mingke and handed her a string of candied hawthorns.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Wu Mingke took the candied hawthorn, took a bite, and the sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth.

Just like her current mood.

This was the seventh day she had been patrolling with Mu Xiaoyu.

At first, she treated Mu Xiaoyu like a little sister, but this little sister had a very powerful elder.

But after seven days of patrolling and hunting demons, she discovered that the little sister she thought she was taking care of was actually more powerful than her.

A bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Wu Mingke's lips.

That's true. Although Xiaoyu looks young and innocent, she has a senior brother who treats her very well and always urges her to cultivate. How could she be weaker than an ordinary disciple of Songyue Temple?

Besides, Xiaoyu herself is working very hard. These past few days, she has been studying late into the night every night, and only goes to take a shower and go to bed after she is covered in sweat.

The young man from Huangzhu Temple dissected the giant eagle's carcass, carefully preserving its feathers, claws, beak, eyes, and other parts.

After calculating the time, they realized their patrol should be over. Another team would take over patrolling the area at night, so they led Mu Xiaoyu and the other two to the rest area.

Mu Xiaoyu chatted and laughed with Wu Mingke along the way, not noticing that Wu Mingke was somewhat absent-minded.

After days of hard thinking, she has made up her mind to earn money by hunting demons.

Although hunting demons requires staying away from Taoist temples and venturing into the Ten Thousand Mountains, even just stepping into the area is dangerous, but the rewards are equally plentiful.

Hunting demons in the mountains can yield both demonic materials and medicinal herbs. The combined benefits are more than double those of cultivators who do ordinary tasks.

Hunting demons is dangerous. Many cultivators, even when they go in groups, often never return, or are seriously injured and barely escape with their lives, leaving behind lifelong hidden wounds.

However, she has only ordinary talent and is hardworking. It is difficult for her to gain the favor of any steward. If she has to rely on talisman money to exchange for the teaching of stewards or senior brothers and sisters, she cannot afford such expenses without taking risks.

Furthermore, Lu Kuan also plans to hunt demons. If they find a few more like-minded individuals and enter the mountains together, it will be safer.

So she was planning that after returning home this time, she would sell whatever she could, borrow some money from her best friend for talismans, and save money for a while to buy herself a low-grade magic weapon.

Only in this way can one have the means to venture into the mountains to hunt demons.

Wu Mingke racked his brains for ways to raise money for the talismans as he followed the group back to the rest area.

A tall female cultivator, dressed in the same robes of a Songyue Temple disciple, walked over.

Although they are the same type of Taoist robe, there are subtle differences in style. The embroidery on the robes of tall female Taoist practitioners is much more exquisite, and there are also faint seal script outlines on the cuffs and collar.

Wu Mingke was stunned for a moment, and became a little nervous.

She recognized the Taoist robe; it was a robe that only the direct disciples of the deacon were qualified to wear.

"You must be Wu Mingke's junior sister?" The tall female cultivator stopped Wu Mingke and asked with a smile.

"I am—" Wu Mingke bowed respectfully, her fingers tucked into her sleeves, "Greetings, Senior Sister."

"Junior Sister Wu's aura is quite solid," the tall female cultivator said with an even wider smile. "I wonder if you have a master in the temple?"

"My younger sister is dull-witted and has never been favored by her seniors," Wu Mingke shook her head.

"Then—do you know Steward Liu of Huayu Hall?" the tall female cultivator asked.

"I know, Steward Liu is the most powerful female cultivator among her peers in the temple!" Wu Mingke said.

According to other disciples in the temple, if this Steward Liu hadn't been so devoted to cultivation and didn't want to be tied down by too many affairs, she should have been the deputy abbot.

"Would you like to become Deacon Liu's disciple?" the tall female cultivator asked. "Deacon Liu has heard that you are diligent in your cultivation and a down-to-earth person, so he wants to take you as his disciple."

Wu Mingke was stunned.

A few breaths later, the blankness on her face turned into ecstatic joy: "I'm willing! Senior sister, I'm willing!"

"Alright, then go back and dress up, and come with me to see Master," the tall female cultivator said with a smile. "If she is satisfied, you can become her disciple tonight."

Wu Mingke felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Deacon Liu—you want to take me as your apprentice?" She pinched her cheek, still reeling from the surprise. "Why—"

"Hmm—Master said it's because a senior recommended you," the tall female cultivator said.

"Senior?" Wu Mingke was taken aback.

She soon realized that among all the people she had met, there seemed to be at least one person who could be called a "senior".

She looked at Mu Xiaoyu, who had already run to the practice booth and lined up.

"Congratulations! You've finally overcome your hardships."

Beside Wu Mingke, Lu Kuan smiled and congratulated her, suppressing the envy in his eyes.

It seems I'll have to hunt demons alone now. I'll have to find a few more like-minded people to go with me.

A burly man, as tall as an iron tower, strode over from afar, wearing a Taoist robe from the Yuanya Temple, and shouted at Lu Kuan from a distance.

"Hey! You over there! Is that Junior Brother Lu Kuan?"

At the summit of Bamboo Forest Peak, in Li Yinsheng's bamboo house.

The two Li Yinshengs sat cross-legged facing each other.

The body's hands are outstretched in front of it, holding a green bamboo stalk. The bamboo seems to have melted, maintaining its shape but exhibiting a translucent texture.

Li Yinsheng's soul manipulated the magic seals, continuously pouring his magic power into the Azure Bamboo, but he only occasionally placed a restriction on it.

After several days of nurturing, the spirituality of the Azure Bamboo had reached its peak, making it the perfect time to refine a magical artifact.

When refining such a highly spiritual treasure into a natal magic weapon, the goal is to achieve a perfect, natural perfection.

Even if it is not powerful at the beginning, it becomes much stronger than artificially crafted magic weapons after being nurtured and refined.

Therefore, Li Yinsheng did not interfere too much with the Azure Bamboo. He simply used his magic power to refine it while occasionally placing one or two restrictions on it to guide it into the shape of a sword.

After a long time, the original azure bamboo, which was about ten feet long, had shrunk to three or four feet long, and looked like it had completely turned into a ball of green liquid that maintained the shape of bamboo.

As Li Yinsheng channeled his final few incantations, the liquid-like bamboo slowly flattened, its ends contracting, and then—

It solidifies quickly.

A moment later, a sword, entirely green with only slightly raised bamboo-like patterns on its spine, floated in front of Li Yinsheng.

This sword has no metallic texture at all; it looks more like a piece of pure green bamboo, naturally grown into the shape of a sword.

Especially after all the brilliance has been concealed, it looks like just a strangely shaped bamboo.

The sword's edge wasn't even sharpened.

"Since you made it from Azure Bamboo and it hasn't been decorated much, I won't give you any fancy names. Just change the name from bamboo to sword and call it Azure Sword."

Li Yinsheng's soul reached out and grasped the Azure Sword. He felt an extremely pure and rich wood element energy surge into his soul, circulate within it, and then merge back into the Azure Sword, forming its own cycle, endlessly regenerating.

The Azure Sword trembled slightly in Li Yinsheng's hand, emitting a rustling sound like the wind blowing through a bamboo forest, as if in response to him.

As Li Yinsheng poured his magic power into it, the Azure Sky Sword responded joyfully, and the incoming wood element energy became even more abundant and gentle.

Li Yinsheng's soul returned to his body, and he absorbed the Azure Sword into his body.

Originally, there was only the White Rainbow Sword in his dantian, but now there is also a verdant bamboo sword.

Logically speaking, sword-type magical weapons should easily clash with each other.

When two flying swords meet, their spiritual essence will almost inevitably vie for supremacy.

Therefore, although cultivators are not limited to having only one magic weapon, sword cultivators generally do not have a second sword.

If two flying swords are simultaneously nurtured in the dantian, then the two swords could indeed fight each other.

But at this moment, the White Rainbow Sword and the Azure Sky Sword were almost touching and hovering in the center of the dantian, showing no intention of fighting.

The two, one white and one blue, are as close as sisters.

Although Baihong is his uncle's natal magic weapon, he has nurtured it for many years. In addition, he also has the sword intent of Baihong given to him by his uncle. When he uses it, he can also resonate with the spirit of the sword.

At this moment, the White Rainbow Sword had no intention of fighting the Azure Sky Sword, mainly because it didn't even consider the Azure Sky Sword to be a sword.

To the White Rainbow Sword, the Azure Sky Sword was nothing more than a bamboo stalk that looked like a sword.

For Li Yinsheng, this is a good thing, at least there will be no hindrance when nurturing both of them at the same time.

After carefully examining it, he had to admit that this magical artifact, crafted using natural methods, was indeed weak.

At this time, the Azure Sword was not comparable to the Cold Bright Sword or the Brass Incense Burner, but it was far inferior to the White Rainbow Sword.

Li Yinsheng even suspected that if the White Rainbow Sword were restored to its peak condition...

The gap between it and the Azure Sword at this time may be more than ten times greater than the gap between the Azure Sword and the Cold Bright Sword.

However, the Azure Sword excels in its excellent nurturing and refining effects. To truly unleash its power, it will probably have to wait a long time after nurturing and refining.

A thought struck Li Yinsheng as golden characters appeared before him.

[Current time spent practicing the spell: 26 days, 1 month, 91st year]

He had originally estimated that he would have ninety years to cultivate his magic, but now, only fifteen days had passed, and ninety-one years had already gone by.

It seems my junior sister is quite diligent in hunting demons.

After this bamboo harvesting and training session, he will nurture the Azure Sword for over ninety years. I wonder if the Azure Sword can compare to the White Rainbow Sword in its prime.

Besides this expectation, Li Yinsheng also had some curiosity.

How exactly does one practice in this grotto-heaven for cultivating magical arts?

What's the difference between this and a grotto-heaven that enhances cultivation?

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