*[Promising Future Chat Group]*
Asta: "Little new hire, captured!"
Asta: "Ahem, regarding the data collector issue, I have to ask Madam Ruan Mei. I probably won't be able to reply to you until this evening."
It wasn't until past two in the afternoon that Asta's avatar lit up again, hurriedly replying to the question that had been shelved for a long time.
Wangshu: "Your Herta Space Station is really busy. Looking at the times everyone used to spam the group chat before, I always thought you spent your working hours slacking off~"
Asta: "..."
Asta: "Speaking of which, have you practiced with the sword today?"
Wangshu: "Practicing right now."
Wangshu: "Sword_Training_Picture.jpg"
Wangshu: "Although I no longer have that illusion of a divine weapon calling out from afar, every time I swing the sword, I feel my control over power becoming more refined. Maybe I really am a genius!"
Asta found it hard to empathize.
She practiced the sword essentially because she was already there, so she might as well do it. Moreover, she had the Sword Champion teaching her; her family might not even be capable of hiring a teacher of such caliber.
Wangshu: "@Jingliu, Senior, Senior! How long did it take you to become the Sword Champion back then?"
He had an impression that the plot mentioned it, but such matters were too trivial, so Wangshu hadn't paid attention.
Jingliu: "Over 900 years."
Her reply was concise and calm. When she became the Sword Champion, Yingxing had already been born.
Jingliu could be considered very long-lived; ordinary Celestial Species only had a lifespan of over 800 years... As for why it was 800? Because on the Xianzhou, falling to Mara was equivalent to that person's death.
Wangshu: "..."
Asta: "Lol."
Jingliu: "By the way, the material of that sword you have looks decent. It should be a standard weapon for a Cloud Knight Battalion Commander. Where did you get it?"
Most Cloud Knight swords were six chi and five cun long, weighing fourteen jin. Only those who reached the position of Battalion Commander were qualified to use this type of sword, which was three chi and seven cun long, on the battlefield.
It wasn't for the sake of agility. The physical strength of long-life species was often very high, and the Cloud Knight heavy swords—with blades containing Lihuo fire—were sufficient to slice through the inert outer armor of mechanical beasts the instant they engaged the enemy. For ordinary Cloud Knights, this was their most effective means of killing.
Wangshu: "..."
After being silent for a moment, Wangshu stopped the hand that was swinging the sword. He held it behind his back, the blade shining brightly, before turning it horizontally in front of him. It was so clear it seemed capable of reflecting his figure.
He sighed, his fingertips brushing over the icy cold blade.
Wangshu: "This is... Senior, it's your father's sword. There's also a broken sword full of cracks."
Wangshu: "We dug them out when I was tidying up the storage room with Little Jingliu earlier."
The chat group fell silent for a short while.
Jingliu: "Is that so? I thought those two swords had been lost to parts unknown long ago."
Even through the screen, no ripples of emotion could be heard in her tone, as if she were speaking of an old matter unrelated to herself.
Jingliu: "Do not slack off. Your talent is better than mine. Perhaps this sword can only display its true power in your hands."
Perhaps. In Star Calendar Year 6299, there was no war in Cangcheng recently, but that didn't mean there were no wars at all... The war-weariness here was very high. In the past, Jingliu also didn't understand why they had to fight.
It wasn't until Star Calendar Year 6300—when she had to wield the sword just to survive—that the story became one of an individual dissolving into collective hatred, being dyed by the emotions of war, and sinking completely into the cycle.
Jingliu: "And if one day you can reach my level, I will gift you a divine weapon."
Speaking of divine weapons, she recalled the time she ascended to the seat of Sword Champion. That utterly arrogant craftsman had thrown the sword with his hands behind his back. The sword sank several chi into the ground, leaving only its hilt visible.
This sword, the Zhili Sword—five chi long, weighing a thousand jun.
Unfortunately, the Forging Palace of Star Calendar 6299 didn't have much time to cast a divine weapon for a non-Xianzhou native.
Wangshu: "I will. Since fate has given me a chance to start over, I will definitely grasp it well."
Actually, he didn't quite believe in the concept of fate in the past, but since fate was now playing with its cards face up on his side, Wangshu decided to change his way of thinking.
After all, he was a transmigrator, and a transmigrator with a chat group at that!
Recovering his senses slightly and looking at his smile reflected in the sword blade, Wangshu let out a long breath. The chat group had already quieted down; after all, a chat group with only three people was too prone to going dead.
He continuously repeated the process of swinging the sword, again and again, so serious that his spirit became somewhat exhausted. Waking up to swing the sword was to solidify his foundation, while the training at night was to convert that foundation into experience.
The artificial canopy on the horizon approached dusk. Wangshu also stopped swinging the sword, his breath slightly panting. The muscles in his sword-wielding arm were sore yet filled with a strange sense of satisfaction, recovering rapidly under his super-strong physical constitution.
Only then did he look to the side, seemingly sensing something. By the window of the secondary bedroom, a petite figure was leaning there. Little Jingliu propped up her cheek with one hand balled into a fist. Her soft white-blue hair slid down from her shoulder, her small head tilted slightly, her crimson eyes watching earnestly. It was unknown how long she had been watching quietly.
Wangshu smiled and waved his hand toward the window: "Hungry? I'll go make dinner right now."
Jingliu didn't make a sound.
Wangshu instantly understood the assignment. He held the sword behind his back with one hand, while the Support Flying Swords circled behind him. The frost he had already managed to restrain spread out once more, adding a touch of background atmosphere.
"Is it good looking?"
Wangshu really couldn't resist asking softly.
Little Jingliu's gaze was dazed. After meeting his eyes for a moment, she turned her head slightly to the side. Her voice was soft, somewhat stubborn, and a little guilty.
"I only discovered today that the Cangcheng I've lived in for so long... is actually so beautiful... just so dazzling, that's all."
Anyway, I'm not admiring the indiscreet Little Wangshu. Who knows, maybe during the afternoon while I was sleeping, Little Wangshu was chatting and laughing with other girls again.
Wangshu looked outside. The dusk over Cangcheng was bright and resplendent; it was indeed dazzling and beautiful.
He followed her lead perfectly: "Okay, okay. Is our dazzling Little Jingliu hungry? I'm going to cook."
As he spoke, Wangshu flicked his wrist lightly. The sword blade traced a semi-arc in the suspended movement, like a waning moon. The Support Flying Swords hung neatly by the window, swaying gently with the evening breeze, yet without colliding or making any tinkling sounds.
"A little bit..."
Jingliu lowered her head, secretly stealing a glance at the main door. She wanted to try hard to recall if the main door looked like this when she came home. The angle of the latch? The light and shadow in the crack of the door? Did Little Wangshu sneak out this afternoon?
But Jingliu, being still young, hadn't held out until reaching home at all; she had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.
Taking advantage of Little Wangshu going to the kitchen to cook, she hopped directly off the bed, hooking her toes into her cotton slippers. Her body bent slightly with the momentum, and with a hook of her fingertip, she pulled the heels up over her ankles and quickly slipped out of the room.
She carefully scrutinized the courtyard. Cangcheng was indeed beautiful and dazzling, but having seen it too much, it wasn't interesting at all.
"Little Wangshu, in my daze, I seemed to hear the teacher coming to call me this afternoon. Did you see them?"
She raised her voice toward the kitchen, trying to make her tone sound casual.
"No, I was in the yard all afternoon. There were no guests at all."
The sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen paused for a second, followed immediately by Wangshu's clear, smiling response.
"Oh... is that so." Jingliu blinked, her long eyelashes casting tiny shadows beneath her eyes. "Then maybe... I was dreaming."
She blinked, clasped her small hands behind her back, and slowly ambled back into the room.
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