Chapter 6: The Broken Sword

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Qin Changsheng reached out and directly pulled the flying sword back to him, discarding the note without a second glance. As long as he pretended not to have seen it, the consequences would not fall upon him.

“......”

Not far from Nangong Ruoxi’s grotto, Long Chen, the sacred son of the Back Mountain Sect, stood with his hands behind his back, a smile as majestic as a dragon king spreading across his face.

He imagined the shock the little medicine boy would have upon receiving his flying sword message. Since the sword was actually meant for Qin Changsheng, and the news that the Holy Maiden Nangong Ruoxi had found a medicine boy had already spread, Long Chen continued to send messages to win favor, just as before.

After all, his flying sword was well-known throughout the Back Mountain Sect; he did not believe the little medicine boy wouldn’t guess.

“Ruoxi, your little tricks only excite me more. Hahaha! When this medicine boy betrays you, let’s see how you refuse our alliance marriage!”

Long Chen looked up at the sky, the angle just perfect at forty-five degrees...

The sky was growing dark; he would graciously wait a little longer for that little medicine boy.

With hands behind his back, Long Chen strolled toward the small forest behind the mountain. A ray of sunlight fell upon his handsome face, causing many passing young sect maidens to smile dreamily.

Each time, Long Chen would nod lightly, showcasing his ethereal grace.

Women loved that sort of thing the most.

“......”

Withered vines, old trees, crows at dusk, a small bridge, flowing water, homesteads; an ancient path, the west wind, a lean horse; the sun setting in the west, a heartbroken traveler far away...

Night fell swiftly. Qin Changsheng held an apple in his left hand and a golden flying sword in his right, carefully peeling the apple with intent.

He had no intention of showing up for the appointment.

After dusk came deep night.

After finishing the apple, Qin Changsheng felt a chill and commanded the flying sword, “Grow larger.” To his surprise, the sword cooperated perfectly, transforming from a small fruit-piercing sword into a three-foot-long blade.

“Quite spirited. Ruoxi’s suitor has put in some effort.”

Qin Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

He chopped a pile of firewood with the long sword and then used it to poke the ashes like a fire poker.

The firewood crackled happily.

The only flaw was the absence of a fat chicken roasting over the flames.

Nor was there the Holy Maiden with her craving for barbecue, enjoying the exquisite grilling skills reborn cultivators excel at—otherwise, she surely would have fallen for Qin Changsheng after tasting it.

Qin Changsheng lamented that his experience as a reborn cultivator was truly unorthodox.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While Qin Changsheng was lost in thought, the Life-Long Stone tablet inside his body stirred slightly, emitting a devouring power.

“Hm? This thing can devour flying swords too?!”

Qin Changsheng was surprised.

The last time he slept, the Life-Long Stone had absorbed the earth’s energy to repair his lifespan and maintain vitality. He thought it was merely a treasure for longevity, but it seemed to have other uses.

Buzzing sounds filled the air.

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The flying sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, as if sensing a terrifying presence. After all, Qin Changsheng carried a fearsome divine stone tablet within him—something that intimidated anyone who saw it.

The sword tried to flee, but Qin Changsheng instinctively grabbed it tightly.

At the same time, power from the Life-Long Stone surged.

Snap—

A fine flying sword, in the hands of a mere fourth-stage Qi Refinement medicine boy, was snapped into scrap iron.

...

In the small forest behind the mountain, Long Chen, who had been waiting a long time for the little medicine boy to show up, was fuming. He was the sacred son, yet a mere servant wouldn’t show up for an invitation?

Did that brat really think so little of him?

Fine. Very fine!

He immediately bore a grudge against Qin Changsheng.

“Flying sword, come! I want to see how big this little medicine boy’s ego really is!”

Long Chen concentrated, attempting to summon his flying sword...

Huh??

No response??

What’s going on?

Long Chen was shocked. With his cultivation, not only within a few miles but even dozens of miles, he could perfectly control his flying sword through spiritual resonance.

Why couldn’t he sense the sword now?

And the sword didn’t even warn him from the start...

Something was wrong!!

Long Chen kept trying.

Using all his strength, still no signal from the flying sword.

The flying sword was supposed to be spiritually connected to him; this shouldn’t be happening...

Just as he prepared to try again, snap!

A sharp spiritual pain shot through him.

Long Chen was hit by backlash, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood!

“My flying sword... broken???”

“How is that possible? It’s forged from divine-grade sword material... how could it break?”

He was terrified. A divine-grade sword core, broken?

What force could have damaged the flying sword? It was terrifying beyond belief!

Could that little medicine boy be a hidden powerhouse, pretending to be a fool while using Nangong Ruoxi as a scapegoat?

“Could it be Ruoxi found out and gave me a warning?”

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Inside Nangong Ruoxi’s courtyard, Qin Changsheng looked at the scrap iron flying sword with some confusion, wondering why flying swords were so poorly made.

“A sword I, a weakling with only four hundred layers of Qi Refinement, could snap—seems this suitor isn’t some trivial nobody after all.”

He chuckled and casually tossed the sword aside, clearly disdainful.

He guessed that the suitor had no real understanding of his strength. Over the years, Qin Changsheng had avoided fights, mostly because the people around him were Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivators, and he, still at Qi Refinement stage, felt no match for them and thus stayed out of it.

As for the sword’s material, he was certainly unaware. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have discarded such a fine sword...

Although the sword’s spiritual energy had been absorbed and returned to him by the Life-Long Stone, the hardness of the divine-grade sword core remained. Even without its divinity, it was a treasure worth a fortune.

Just as Qin Changsheng prepared to return to the study to continue his learning, Nangong Ruoxi unexpectedly appeared.

He told her about the flying sword message he had received.

In a somewhat annoyed tone, he said, “They sent a message with a junk flying sword. It probably wasn’t an outstanding disciple. I’ve dealt with it for you, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Also, can I get my payment in advance? You know, I’m just a lowly servant without much money. I haven’t even bought all the flying sword armor yet. Staying by your side is pretty risky, you see?”

Nangong Ruoxi found the first part acceptable but rolled her eyes at the second half.

“You’re the first cultivator I’ve met who’s so petty. Really, do you think I’d renege on payment?”

She then handed Qin Changsheng a storage ring.

“How do I use this?”

Qin Changsheng asked like a country bumpkin.

Nangong Ruoxi stared as if seeing a ghost.

“You’ve never used a storage ring??”

“Nope!”

“Uh... use your divine sense to enter it, then lock onto the item you want to withdraw, and you can take it out.”

Under her impatient instruction, Qin Changsheng entered the storage ring and found twenty thousand spirit stones inside, along with a flying sword and several pieces of spirit armor.

The total value was clearly tens of thousands.

“You’re not so bad after all.”

Qin Changsheng pocketed the storage ring, thinking he was now quite well-off. He wondered how Yuyan was doing these days. If he met her again, perhaps he could treat her to some exquisite delicacies with a few spirit stones.

“Tomorrow, come with me to a cultivator gathering. Many people will be there. Get ready.”

Nangong Ruoxi nodded and left.

Qin Changsheng finally tore his gaze away from the storage ring and looked back at Nangong Ruoxi, noticing she was dressed revealingly once again.

“Really testing the cadre, huh?!”

Lately, Qin Changsheng’s eyes had been itching, almost as if he had developed heterochromia, making him worry that his cultivation had somehow damaged his eyesight.

Although his power was growing terrifyingly, these unknown changes always made him uneasy.

“.........”