My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 94 - 81: A Dark and Windy Night
Chapter 94: Chapter 81: A Dark and Windy Night
“Two streaks of purple energy, one called ‘Purity’, the other ‘Inaction’.”
“Great stuff,” Gui added.
Zhao Rong was leaning on the desk, one hand propping his chin, the other playing with two “little fellows.”
The two resembled purple comets with tails, now like two koi fish, swimming around the desk lamp, the only source of light in the room.
The dim orange light of the candle passed through their misty bodies, turning into a hazy purple light, “rampaging indiscriminately” in the room.
Outside the window was the cold moonlit night; inside, a dreamy interplay of yellow and purple light.
Watching the two ethereal streaks of purple, child-like in their demeanor.
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Suddenly, Zhao Rong tried to catch the more active one. The little fellow dodged skillfully, slipping through his fingers like a comet circling his right hand and, en route, smugly extending a “comet tail” to provocatively brush against the back of Zhao Rong’s hand.
The touch was cold and chilly.
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, reached for the other one named “Purity.” This little fellow was much more well-behaved, spinning in place. Zhao Rong gently caught him with his fingers without struggle, merely shaking its little tail pitifully, bowing its head, and lightly tapping Zhao Rong’s hand in a pleading manner.
“Inaction” is playful. “Purity” is well-behaved.
“Feels like one male, one female.”
“Such Daoist artifacts do not distinguish between yin and yang; they only possess a bit of innate spiritual light, with the mentality of children.”
Gui said regretfully, “This object is magical, but thus constrained by the Great Dao. It is almost impossible for it to transform into a human form for cultivation. Therefore, it can’t turn into a delicate beauty to repay Young Master Zhao Rong. Why don’t you visit Central State, ask the sect there to exchange a beautiful Daoist nun for you?”
“What are you implying? Do I seem like the kind of person who would entertain such sordid thoughts?”
Zhao Rong blinked, released the docile “Purity” who resembled a little girl, walked to the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, and gazed at the distant stone carvings in the darkness.
He had seen them when he returned in the evening, and there were no longer any inscriptions on them.
The once magnificent scene of Zhongnan, now transformed by that strange old man into two streaks of purple energy deeply affiliated to him… Perhaps they were always purple energies, merely transformed into four characters, standing on the cliff for a thousand years.
By the window, the two “purple koi” swirled around him, “Purity” merely spinning quietly, while “Inaction” mischievously barged around, tugging on the belt now, diving into the sleeves then.
“Zhao Rong,” Gui suddenly said gleefully.
“Impossible, I refuse,”
Zhao Rong responded immediately without a second thought, then he looked up at the bright moon, turned around, and went inside to fetch the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace.
“I haven’t even said it yet,” said Gui, annoyed.
“Don’t I already know what you’re going to say?” the young Confucian scholar said emotionlessly.
So disgustingly corny, either a rogue or a thief.
“I don’t care, you must give me one.”
Zhao Rong persuaded patiently, “Gui, who are we if not brothers? What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is… in some sense still yours, so where does ‘giving’ come into it? Isn’t it the same whether you use it or I use it?”
But the Sword Spirit was not confused, unaffected by these words, and calmly said, “Oh, well, don’t hesitate then, just give me one.”
Zhao Rong, reluctantly looking at the purple energy, about to be cruelly abandoned by its black-hearted master, said, “You, a noble Sword Spirit, what do you need it for?”
“It can enter the brow chakra,” Gui said softly.
Zhao Rong swallowed all his excuses, his voice tinged with annoyance, “Which one do you want?”
Zhao Rong’s eyes lingered on the quietly spinning “Purity”.
“Give me ‘Inaction’.”
As he spoke, Gui did not wait for Zhao Rong to ask how to send it and just lightly recited a spell.
The next moment, the perpetually running “Inaction” suddenly froze, then as if attracted by an irresistible force, plunged fiercely into the brow chakra of Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong’s head instinctively jerked back. He touched his brow and found it painless and intact, without even a dent formed.
After a quiet moment.
“This Daoist purple energy, naive in its spirit, can transform at will, and has many wonderful uses,” Gui said cheerfully. “‘Purity’ and ‘Inaction’ are both top-class purple energies, but ‘Inaction’ holds a larger meaning in Daoism. In the Daoist Scripture, ‘Inaction’ appeared thirteen times. Therefore, among the many purple energies transformed from the five-thousand-word Daoist Scripture, there are only thirteen streaks of ‘Inaction’ purple energy, and this is one of them.”
Zhao Rong ignored what he said next, but asked curiously, “Can it really transform at will?”
He looked down at the two Jade Tokens attached to his waist, one black, one white.
The black Jade Token was adorned with a tassel, which was the ribbon from her wedding dress.
The white Jade Token, however, was empty; he had always intended to attach something to it…
Gui casually replied, “It can change into anything you can think of, that’s just one of its many wonderful uses… ”
“Wait, why do you ask this?”
“No worries.”
Zhao Rong lifted his head and positioned the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace under the moonlight shining through the window.
Gui thought about the moment he had looked down and seen the Jade Tokens through his eyebrows and scoffed, “Why hide them, I see you’ve already planned to give them to someone.”
Gui said sincerely, “Young Master Zhao really spends generously. To casually give away such items, oh, to a lady no less, then there’s no issue. How about I return the ‘Wu Wei’ to you? It seems like your dual strands of Purple Energy aren’t enough.”
It joked, “What next time? Forget it, just give away the Li Ji Sword Pill too. It’s just a Class A Flying Sword, haha.”
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a bit guilty, coughed, and without acknowledging its sarcastic tone and jokes, he hurriedly asked, “Which one is the Furnace Core?”
He picked up the strand of prayer beads that, until half a day earlier, had been in the hands of Master Qingjing.
He had managed to obtain the Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes, simply placing them aside; his real target was the strand of beads in his hands.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong remembered the scene during the day, when after the resolution of the debate between Confucianism and Daoism under the gaze of thousands, Master Qingjing, shivering, had clumsily disrobed. Remembering his expression at that moment, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but chuckle.
This was truly social death.
Zhao Rong looked at the eighty-one beads, carefully twirling each with his fingers, feeling that each bead was made of extraordinary material.
Sword Spirit replied without much thought, “Above the thumb, the third black bead from the end.”
At this, Zhao Rong took it down and observed it closely.
The bead was pitch-black and perfectly round, with a raised Tai Chi Bagua Map on its surface, difficult to discern unless looked at closely.
Zhao Rong put the Furnace Core back into the central recess on the furnace lid, then quickly drew back his hand, but after waiting for a moment, nothing peculiar happened.
“Is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Finally complete! Come on, let’s start training. Speaking of which, how do you train in Alchemy? It’s my first time and I’m a bit nervous. Hey, what if I’m an Alchemy prodigy, although cultivation trash, but with a one in a million talent for Alchemy? Later on, advancing by consuming Spirit Pills, wouldn’t that be awesome?”
Zhao Rong was eager to try.
“What training? Just put it away nicely and don’t lose it.”
Zhao Rong said sternly, “Why not train? Don’t tell me my talent for Alchemy is also being judged like the Li Clan’s bloodlines… based on character?”
Zhao Rong suddenly felt the deep malice of the world.
“It’s not because of your Alchemy talent, but the current conditions make it impossible to train.”
“I could go ask Wenruo to borrow an Alchemy Room.”
“Who told you that you need to be in an Alchemy Room to train?”
Zhao Rong said calmly, “Oh, I get it, you mean I should generate fire within myself to train it, or go find some extremely rare Heavenly Fire or Earth Fire?”
“Forget training, I don’t want this damn Sword Pill anymore, do whatever with it. Training in Alchemy is such a hassle? I suspect you’re just messing with me, waiting for me to meet all your inhuman conditions. By then, my cultivation would be sky-high, and there’d be no point in training in Alchemy.”
Gui: “…”
Sword Spirit cleared its throat, “You’ve imagined a bunch of nonsensical things. Also, who said you need fire to train in Alchemy? The Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace is a Thunder Furnace, it requires refining with Heavenly Thunder.”
Zhao Rong’s eyes sparkled, seemingly understanding, “So it means, this Furnace Core is like a lightning rod?”
“What’s a lightning rod? But indeed, this Furnace Core is meant to attract lightning, because the Thunder Beast represents thunder.”
“Oh, never mind, continue,” Zhao Rong said.
Gui said leisurely, “We’ll wait for a thunderstorm, place the furnace on the highest mountain around, and then you should quickly get far away, cover your ears and just wait for a loud boom.”
“Really, just one boom and that’s it?” Zhao Rong was skeptical.
“Just one boom and that’s it.”
Zhao Rong arched an eyebrow, about to speak, but suddenly heard someone knocking at the door outside the courtyard.
He put down what he was holding, went to the yard, opened the door, and saw Lin Wenruo dressed in white.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Zhao Rong was taken aback, then looked around.
The night was dark and the wind was high.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, nodded, went back inside to pick up his matching sword, and the two left the house.
They were headed to a place they had visited during the day, except they were no longer guests.
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PS: I couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep at one in the morning last night. I got up at five to continue writing, so it’s late. I still owe “Monster丿” a chapter and bow in apology…
