Chapter 740 - Mysterious Pretty Boy
Ling Chuxi sighed. That probably wasn’t the best question to ask. Natural treasures that could nurture the mind and soul… would they really be so easy to find?
One Ink Jade Crystal only allowed Cang Yuan to awaken for such a short period of time. To condense a sword spirit body, how much would he need? Just thinking about it made Ling Chuxi’s head spin.
Ling Chuxi was not a person who went looking for trouble though, so she would take things one step at a time. She put the matter at the back of her mind and focused on practicing that style of Cang Yuan Swordplay.
Early the next morning, Ling Chuxi walked out of her room feeling refreshed.
She had been immersed in that style of swordplay for almost the entire night, and only when it was about daybreak did she sleep for a while. However, she did not feel the least bit tired. That move contained the highest understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth. Immersing her mind in it was similar to integrating the energy of heaven and earth, so how could she feel fatigued?
The moment she awoke from her sleep, Ling Chuxi felt like her True Qi had condensed quite a bit compared to before.
The Cang Yuan Sword was actually this amazing! Ling Chuxi was overjoyed.
“Chuxi, you’re awake. Let’s have breakfast together, then we’ll depart,” Su Yizhi said energetically when he saw Ling Chuxi. The other people had also gotten out of bed already.
“Elder Su, has everything been arranged?” Ling Chuxi asked as she walked down the stairs.
“Everything is ready. After so many years, my Su family’s descendants can finally return to their sect,” Su Yizhi said emotionally, unable to contain his joy.
The Su family disciples also looked excited. After having breakfast, the entire group left with great vigor.
At the same time, in a distant mountain range, a man with enchanting silver hair stood quietly at the peak of the mountain. His purple eyes stared into the distance contemplatively.
After a long time, Huangfu Qingjue called out, “How long are you going to follow me around for?”
Anyone who saw him might have thought he was crazy, since there was nobody around. Was he talking to himself?
However, the moment Huangfu Qingjue spoke, a tall figure suddenly appeared nearby. The person was dressed in black broad-sleeved robes, and had long hair that almost reached his ankles. His exquisite facial features were icy as he stood behind Huangfu Qingjue and asked slowly, “Who exactly are you?”
“Huangfu Qingjue,” Huangfu Qingjue calmly replied.
“You know that is not what I’m asking.” The man paused and then muttered, “Dong Fangyi.” Obviously, Dong Fangyi was his name.
Huangfu Qingjue slowly turned around and faced Dong Fangyi. Dong Fangyi’s black eyes were like the depths of the night, dark and unreadable.
“You followed me all the way from Little Silver Ancient Mountain just to ask me who I am?” The corner of Huangfu Qingjue’s lips curled up in amusement.
“From that day till now, we have exchanged blows thirty-eight times,” Dong Fangyi said coldly.
“Oh, it wasn’t thirty-seven times? Did I remember it wrongly?” Huangfu Qingjue frowned, looking at the sky and pondering somewhat seriously.
“It was thirty-eight times, without a clear winner or loser,” Dong Fangyi said through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Oh, did you want to make it thirty-nine times today?” Huangfu Qingjue asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“This direction… Are you going to the sects?” Dong Fangyi ignored his question and asked him with a frown.
“Of course. I want to go and wait for my woman.” Huangfu Qingjue smiled slightly, his expression softening.
