"You sent her snacks?"
Xuling. The six Generals gathered online.
The atmosphere was subtle, and everyone's gaze fell, more or less, upon Jing Yuan, the representative of the Luofu.
Jingliu's existence was simply too special to the Xianzhou. A survivor of Cangcheng, the Sword Champion of the Xianzhou, the creator of the Thirteen Martial Deeds and the legend of the undefeated Cloud Knights, and even a member of the once-illustrious High-Cloud Quintet.
Her falling into the Mara-struck state back then had been a huge blow to the Xianzhou's morale. But fine, if you fall into the Mara, you fall into the Mara. Why suddenly run over at this time, claiming to have found a way to kill The Abundance?
This was quite ridiculous, you understand?
Moreover, looking closely, inside the clean and secluded prison cell, there were several bags of snacks. She seemed to be living quite well recently, and her expression even held a bit more... relaxation?
Jing Yuan: "..."
I don't know!
[Promising Future Chat Group]
Jingliu: "@Wangshu, did you encounter enemies today? Why do you borrow power once every so often?"
At this point in time, did Cangcheng have enemies?
She couldn't remember clearly, but it made sense. After all, the war of Star Calendar Year 6299 hadn't ended yet. It would even continue until Star Calendar Year 7300, when the large-scale campaigns would finally come to a thorough close.
Wangshu: "Actually, it's because Little Jingliu thinks it looks cool and wants to see it a few more times."
Jingliu: "..."
Wangshu: "..."
Jingliu: "..."
She felt a bit of heartache again. was her past self like that? Probably. Cangcheng hadn't met its calamity yet, and she indeed loved to smile.
It was somewhat strange. despite the turmoil in her heart at this moment, there were absolutely no signs of the Mara-struck manifesting.
Wangshu: "But rest assured, Senior, it's already past nine in the evening here. It's time to sleep."
Asta: "Is there really someone who goes to sleep at nine?"
Wangshu: "Yes, for example, this one here beside me. Healthy schedule, intelligent and beautiful Little Jingliu."
Jingliu: "..."
Asta: "..."
Jingliu: "Rest as soon as possible. Cangcheng is not peaceful this year."
She reminded him, her tone returning to its usual coolness.
Furthermore, only by guaranteeing sleep as soon as possible could one enter that consciousness training space.
Regardless of the situation on Asta's side, Wangshu was situated in Cangcheng where a storm was about to rise. He had to master a certain degree of self-preservation power as quickly as possible, even if it was just preliminary sword art foundations and power control.
The night grew deeper. Consciousness Training Space.
"Sigh, I knew I would have to come in again."
Asta held her forehead and sighed. Why couldn't she control herself? It was merely Emanator-level combat power; Asta, why couldn't you control your own hands?
Wangshu gazed into the distance: "Isn't it pretty good? Anyway, we won't be mentally exhausted the next day."
"Rounding up, we live at least two or three extra days a month. Over a year, we live a whole month longer than others."
Wangshu actually wasn't clear on when his sleep duration would be considered qualified... Anyway, if no one stopped him, he felt he could sleep until ten o'clock the next day.
Also, he was starting to look forward to the chat group's second adaptation upgrade. He wondered what interesting functions would be unlocked.
Asta fell silent for a moment, barely squeezing out a smile that said you're right.
"By the way, how did the Jianbing pancakes taste?"
"Not as good as I imagined. It might also be because they were already cold when I ate them at night."
"Then I'll send you a few more portions when I set up the stall tomorrow."
The large gates in the distance were pushed open again. Wangshu and Asta shut their mouths instantly. Jingliu's figure stepped into the training grounds. She was still dressed in simple martial attire, her eyes uncovered by black silk and cold as a deep pool. Her gaze first landed on Wangshu, staring for a moment, before slowly sweeping over the two of them.
"The sword is a weapon of murder. A three-foot green edge, a six-foot longsword—regardless of the specifications, the original intention of a sword's birth is for more effective killing."
"Although I really want to ask, are you truly prepared to kill?"
Without waiting for the two to react, her tone shifted: "But things have come to this, and discussing these complicated matters is indeed meaningless. You two, I do not mind you borrowing my power. To be able to meet in the group is a matter of fate."
"Therefore, as long as you do not give up on your own initiative, no matter what your talents are, I am willing to teach you everything I know. It is just that I hope you will not use this power to commit crimes. This is my bottom line."
Jingliu had a great addiction to teaching students. It was hard to say whether her ability to create the legend of the undefeated Cloud Knights was because she was always thinking of ways to drill the Cloud Knights and improve their overall combat power.
Asta was puzzled: "Can't holding a sword be for protection?"
Just like Arlan, just like everyone in the Security Department. They held weapons to protect everyone.
"No difference. The sword is a weapon of murder. No matter the purpose, when you use the sharp end to stab an enemy, the result is hurting people. The purpose may endow the action with meaning, but it will not change the nature of the blade."
Whether it was protection or war, when all was said and done, the moment you used a sword to stab someone else, the sword became a murder weapon.
After Jingliu finished speaking, she fell silent for a while. She looked at Wangshu, seeming to wait for him to express his opinion as well.
Wangshu hesitated for a moment, his smile bright: "I don't quite understand why doing something requires thinking about so many profound principles. But if we must attribute the sword to being a murder weapon, I personally think it's a bit... not very cool."
"Senior's sword might be a killing sword, but after we learn Senior's sword, perhaps we will use it to produce a different kind of saving sword. Who can say for sure?"
Although he didn't understand why transmigrating came with a rejuvenation buff, he was only seventeen this year. He was young, and life had just begun.
Therefore, he was full of anticipation for the future.
Jingliu's crimson eyes narrowed slightly. Was this little brat Wangshu mocking her? Mocking that her life had no road back ever since she fell into the Mara back then?
"Draw your sword."
She spoke no further. Cold air condensed in her hand, and a crystal-clear ice blade formed instantly.
"While consolidating the foundation, appropriate practical combat sparring is also indispensable."
She gestured for Wangshu and Asta to attack together: "Let me see what level your comprehension and natural aptitude have actually reached."
...Time in training flew by...
[Promising Future Chat Group]
Asta: "Living... is so hard..."
Jingliu: "Your talent is not bad. In terms of the precision of power control, you are superior to ordinary people."
Wangshu: "What about me? What about me?!"
Jingliu: "You... are more suitable for practicing the sword than I was back then."
She did not skimp on her praise.
Perhaps the difference in talent between the two wasn't large, but Jingliu wasn't that enthusiastic about the sword in the beginning. When Cangcheng met with disaster, she only wanted to survive. After joining the army, she only wanted to pursue lethality.
If not for her teacher's teachings, she wouldn't have kept holding this sword, nor would she have become the Sword Champion. Wangshu was more passionate than her; he had an inexplicable fondness for the sword. That pure enthusiasm was something Jingliu had searched for for years.
Wangshu: "To tell you the truth, every time I borrow your power, Senior, aside from the increase in strength... I can also feel a wordless calling. It's as if a peerless divine weapon is looking for its master. Maybe I am that one-in-a-million genius of the Way of the Sword!"
Jingliu: "..."
Asta: "Have you considered it might be a mental issue? The sudden influx of power caused abnormal brain activity, leading to this kind of mirage-like hallucination. I suggest going to a hospital for observation."
Jingliu: "No, there really should be a divine weapon looking for him."
Asta: "?!"
Jingliu: "The debris of Propagation, or relics highly related to it, are resonating."
Jingliu's power of Propagation borrowed from the remains of Tayzzyronth; this was power derived from the source.
Thinking about it carefully, in Star Calendar Year 6299, there shouldn't be anyone more suitable to become the vessel for that power than Wangshu, who was borrowing her power.
Wangshu: "???"
Jingliu: "Little Brother~ You should borrow power less often. If you are really found by the time that happens... no one knows what kind of unexpected changes will occur."
If at that time Cangcheng wasn't destroyed by the Malefic Star Rahu, but instead destroyed by the erosion and gnawing of the Propagation Swarm King... that would truly be hell.
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