Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

This time, Ling Chuxi didn’t ask Cang Yuan to save a few pieces for her. One reason was because Cang Yuan condensing into a form would be beneficial for her too, and the other reason was because she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. Who would have the heart to stop this poor foodie who had been starving for thousands of years?

Next to him, Duan Xiaomo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the unusual light. His blank gaze held traces of curiosity, but it was hardly noticeable.

On the corner of the bed, Zhen Ye, who had the appearance of a squirrel, was staring at the light, his eyes wide in shock. “What kind of sword can absorb an Ink Jade Crystal’s spiritual power? Half of the Ink Jade Crystals in that box were absorbed by it in a a few seconds! They’ll probably all be absorbed soon. Is there a powerful sword spirit hidden in that sword?”

Zhen Ye’s heart started to pound. It was not surprising that the sword had a spirit, since many ancient swords were able to nurture sword spirits, but such sword spirits usually only had a little spirituality. For example, when the owner of the sword was in danger, it could emit a buzzing to send a warning, but it couldn’t form a divine consciousness.

However, Ling Chuxi’s sword had actually been able to absorb the spiritual power of an entire box of Ink Jade Crystals, just like the cultivation of humans or monster beasts. Obviously, this sword spirit had its own divine consciousness. It was truly a divine weapon!

‘What kind of sword is this exactly?’ Zhen Ye stared at Ling Chuxi in a daze. His mind was troubled, and he couldn’t look away from the scene before him.

With a loud boom, the last trace of the Ink Jade Crystals’ spiritual power entered the Luo Chen Sword, and a magical light burst out of the sword body, releasing an invisible Qi flow that knocked Zhen Ye unconscious.

“Done?” Ling Chuxi did not notice that Little Red had fainted, and just looked at the empty box and asked Cang Yuan in her mind.

“Hahaha, after waiting for thousands of years, my (1) Cang Yuan sword spirit has finally condensed into a spirit body! Hahaha!” There was victorious laughter, and the great figure of Cang Yuan appeared in front of Ling Chuxi. Although the spirit still looked illusory, it could leave the Luo Chen Sword and Ling Chuxi’s mind, and be independent in the world.

Ling Chuxi pouted. Wasn’t he merely a spirit body? He had gotten so excited that he started speaking in ancient prose.

“Hahaha, this is the Divine Sword’s spirit body. As long as I (1) have the Divine Sword’s spirit body, I (1) can find other shards of Cang Yuan and rebuild the Divine Sword! Hahaha! I (1), Cang Yuan, can finally walk this earth and do as I please!” The Cang Yuan sword spirit didn’t notice Ling Chuxi’s disdainful look, and continued to speak incoherently in ancient prose.

“Can you stop saying ‘I’ (1)?” Ling Chuxi was really uncomfortable hearing it.

“How can I (1) prove my identity of being the number one divine sword in ancient times without saying ‘I'(1)?” Cang Yuan said proudly.

When Cang Yuan’s sword spirit appeared for the first time, Ling Chuxi felt like it gave off a distant and cold feeling. However, with the fusion of the sword soul and sword essence, it became more and more human. Now that it was able to condense into a solid body, if nobody noticed his illusory appearance, they would think he was a regular person. But why did she feel like this fellow was a bit silly?

Ling Chuxi was suddenly struck by a thought. Cang Yuan’s sword spirit was formed by Cang Yuan’s love and hatred before his death, so with the fusion of Cang Yuan’s shards, his feelings would probably become more and more intense. If the seven sword shards were gathered, besides reshaping the sword, would Cang Yuan himself be revived?

(1) The ancient word used is 吾 which is ‘I’ in ancient Chinese