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CBGC - ch129.2
🕑 Added 2023-09-13 01:47:01 +0000 UTC2/3
With such a spectacle, it attracts the other members of the Obliteration Sword Tower to gather and watch. They crane their necks, wanting to know what remarkable thing has been concocted.
"Granny is amazing, she can refine pills," says Little Bai.
"Granny is amazing, she can make flower wreaths," says Big Bai.
"Granny likes me best, she tells me stories every day," says Little Bai's voice.
"Granny likes me the most, she tells me stories and sings to me," interjects Big Bai.
The onlookers initially intended to see the pill, but now there's a white ball blocking the doorway, talking to itself, with two voices coming from its mouth. It's truly annoying, and it's giving everyone a headache.
Zhan Yu can't bear it anymore and is the first to snap, "Stop jabbering like a duet!"
As a result, Big Bai instantly transforms into a ferocious and intimidating figure. The pressure she emits makes all the cultivators at the door to involuntarily take two steps back, their legs almost buckling.
Well, neither of them was able to speak properly before, but now that they're together, it's like suddenly being surrounded by ten thousand chattering sparrows. Moreover, their strength is formidable, and even if one wants to shield their voices using their consciousness, it's impossible. They can only accept it like this.
They can't win in a fight, and they can't silence the pair either, so they have to endure it meekly: Hurry up and go to the Snow Peak, Yun-lass, we're begging you.
Previously, everyone has been looking forward to Su Tingyun's return for food, but now they can't wait to see her off.
...
Inside the room, Su Tingyun removes the lid from the pill furnace, and finds a total of twelve pills lying inside. Upon counting them, she discovers that the best one has eight lines of patterns, while the worst one has six lines. As someone lacking basic knowledge of the cultivation world, Su Tingyun has no idea how to appraise these pills.
She has always thought that seven patterns indicate the best quality, but she wasn't expecting to see an eight-lined pill. Isn't Su Lijiang from the Celestial Clan? Shouldn't the Celestial race have heaven-defying aptitude? Perhaps it's because their bloodline has become diluted over many generations. After all, Su Lijiang's eyes aren't a special color, which proves that he doesn't possess the innate talent of the Heavens Eye Celestials. As for whether he has inherited the spiritual abilities of that female cultivator, Yun-niang, that's yet to be known.
She puts away the eight-lined pill and brings out the others. She distributes the seven-lined pills to her fellow disciples who haven’t formed their golden cores yet. Then she hands the remaining pills to her master, to see if he wants to sell them for spirit stones.
But to her surprise, her master says with a wave of his hand, "We're not lacking spirit stones right now."
"A few days ago, Bai Chengyu escorted Miss Wang from Jinxiu City, to gather medicinal herbs and hunt spiritual beasts. They made quite a bit of money," Zhan Yu laughingly says, "These pills have rich spiritual energy. Why not feed them to the Cleansing Sword Lake..."
How truly extravagant...
After Zhan Yu says that, he casually picks up a pill and tosses it into the pool. Coincidentally, Little Uncle resurfaces with a solemn face, and the pill grazes his cheek. However, he doesn’t even flinch, not a single wrinkle on his brow.
At this moment, Su Tingyun notices that there are actually pill residues on Little Uncle's head...
"I'm amazing, right?" Big Bai says.
"He always takes out his sword out to attack Granny," Little Bai nods.
It’s Big Bai who poured out the pill residues. Big Bai is very powerful. So of course, she bullied Little Uncle in the water, intentionally splashing all the pill residues onto his head. She even used a pressure barrier to prevent him from cleaning it up quickly. Now, Little Uncle has a blackened face, like the bottom of a pot. As he passes by Su Tingyun, he flicks his eyes at her.
Su Tingyun: "..."
These two troublemakers!
While she could still move, Su Tingyun resolves to apologize to Little Uncle. After all, trouble caused by the children is the responsibility of the parent.
But as soon as she starts her apology, she hears Little Uncle say, "Draw your sword."
Seeing Su Tingyun's eyes widen, and feeling the sudden surge of violent aura emanating from Big and Little Bai over there, Yan Yuqing's resolute and stern face finally shows a hint of helplessness. He says, "My Killing Sword requires your assistance to improve. I've been practicing at the bottom of the lake lately, but progress has been slow."
Oh, oh!
Su Tingyun understands now. Regular sparring is beneficial for studying swordsmanship techniques.
With a thought, her Springwater Sword emerges, and she suppresses her cultivation to the early Nascent Soul stage. She clashes swords with Little Uncle. After breaking through to the Mahayana stage, Su Tingyun's comprehension has widened, and she could sense more of the world's vital energy. Even without deliberate cultivation, her Haoran Zhenqi Sword is stronger than before. However, this time, what she didn't expect was that her sword, which she has intentionally suppressed, and allowed to be relatively imprecise, directly breaks Little Uncle's flying sword in two.
The Haoran Zhenqi Sword technique has suddenly transformed into countless morning rays of light in that moment, directly cutting Little Uncle's sword in half. The Haoran Zhenqi is a technique that should allow her to easily retract her sword, but she didn't have time to do so just now. It was as if the flying sword had encountered its natural enemy. The light of the Springwater Sword whistles like a dragon's roar. By the time she realizes it, Junior Martial Uncle's flying sword has already been severed into two pieces.
His complexion instantly turns pale, his eyes darken, like a storm brewing.
"Little Uncle!"
