After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 25.2

Luo Qingyi retrieved a sword from her spatial storage. This wasn’t her lifebound sword, the one that had been stained with Wu Ruo’s blood and never used again but just an ordinary blade picked up from a celestial market.

The sword felt quite light, but it was usable, so she never replaced it, eight years had passed in the blink of an eye.

She handed it over: “You can test the feel of it first. If it doesn’t suit you, I’ll find you something else.”

“Hmm,” Wu Ruo had just taken it, unprepared, and her wrist trembled slightly. The sword clattered to the ground with a thud. “It’s so heavy!”

Luo Qingyi was taken aback.

Before, when Wu Ruo had followed her to Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, she had always worked hard in silence. Though she hadn’t been tested for spiritual roots, she had independently grasped the method of drawing qi into her body. After reaching Foundation Establishment, her progress had been rapid, and she often practiced techniques with Luo Qingyi’s sword.

Later, Luo Qingyi had found her a sword from the Hidden Edge Armory. Though it wasn’t as powerful as her own lifebound sword, it was still a heavenly-grade treasure, similar in weight.

But now, Wu Ruo couldn’t even hold Luo Qingyi’s exceptionally light personal sword.

“You!” Luo Qingyi sighed. “Perhaps you just haven’t adjusted yet. Once the Dao Bone fully integrates with your limbs and blood vessels tomorrow, you’ll be able to adapt.”

Wu Ruo didn’t feel anything particularly wrong. She had never liked carrying heavy things and was well aware of her own limits. Handing the sword back to Luo Qingyi, she suddenly remembered something and couldn’t help but secretly grin.

Watching Luo Qingyi put the sword away, a mischievous impulse struck her. She clasped her hands behind her back, then stealthily pinched her right hand with her left.

Luo Qingyi showed no reaction.

Her competitive spirit flared up instantly. Wasn’t there supposed to be a shared sensation? She had just pinched herself, why couldn’t Luo Qingyi feel it?

She grabbed a patch of skin, twisted it hard, and immediately winced in pain before quickly schooling her expression and sneaking a glance at Luo Qingyi’s face.

Still no reaction!

She let go and asked nonchalantly, “Do you feel any pain anywhere?”

“?” Luo Qingyi looked at her, puzzled. “No.”

Wu Ruo refused to believe it. “Then pinch yourself.”

Luo Qingyi was surprised but complied without question. She simply raised her hand, her sleeve sliding to her elbow, and pinched the skin on her wrist.

Seeing the faint red mark appear on the woman’s wrist, Wu Ruo rolled up her own sleeve nothing. She sighed. “I don’t feel anything at all. Didn’t you say we’d share sensations?”

“This kind of shared sensation only occurs occasionally,” Luo Qingyi explained. “Or, if one party deliberately closes off the connection, it can also be done.”

“Oh, so it’s unpredictable when it happens?”

“Mm.”

Wu Ruo listlessly pulled her sleeve back down and walked to the bed on her own. “Fine. In the future, if you’re ever in serious pain, remember to shut it off, I’m terrified of pain. And if I ever get beaten badly, I’ll shut it off too.”

She waited for a long time, until she was propping herself up and yawning, before Luo Qingyi softly replied, “Mm.”

Yes, afraid of pain.

But the Gu cultivator fed snakes and insects with her own blood. Every time she cut her skin, the girl never complained or shed a single tear.

And when the kind-hearted girl followed Luo Qingyi to Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, facing endless harassment and blame bullied, insulted, shoved to the ground, she only lifted her chin, never yielding, never letting outsiders see her eyes redden.

Only when facing Luo Qingyi facing the woman’s razor-sharp Luoxue Sword, facing the pointed blade aimed at her heart, would tightly shut eyes overflow with tears of disappointment.

Luo Qingyi whispered softly in her heart, “I’m sorry.”

The next day, Wu Ruo encountered a major life revelation Luo Qingyi’s sword was too heavy for her to lift, let alone practice with.

She had asked Luo Qingyi about her original treasured sword, only to return disappointed it was even heavier, completely beyond her ability to wield.

The rare artifacts and treasures of Zhiyuan Immortal Sect were all stored in the Hidden Edge Armory, accessible only to formal disciples on the first, tenth, and twentieth days of each month.

The first day of the month had just passed yesterday, so Wu Ruo could only wait for the next opening. In the meantime, Luo Qingyi selected a beginner’s low-grade sword from the Luoxue Peak storeroom for Wu Ruo to use temporarily.

It worked surprisingly well.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to revisit her blood-nourishing gu-feeding techniques, but Luoxue Peak was terrifyingly cold, with hardly any spirit beasts, let alone the warm, humid conditions required for Miaojiang gu insects to thrive.

With her usual cultivation methods unusable, and given her long-held curiosity about cultivation that didn’t involve slicing her skin to feed squirming larvae, she settled down to practice properly. Even if she returned home someday, she could bring back some new insights.

“Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart. Extend your right arm firmly, with the first two fingers of your left hand aligned with the blade.”

Luo Qingyi stood behind her, offering guidance, occasionally demonstrating the footwork of the sword forms.

“Your finger technique earlier was incorrect. First, sweep the sword horizontally and shake your arm. Gather qi in your dantian, hold it in your spiritual palace, then channel it to your right pivot.”

As she spoke, she broke off a branch from a nearby snow pine, wrapping its base in silk to serve as a makeshift hilt, and swung it lightly.

“Begin.”

With just a slight lift of her right hand, her sleeve slid down to her elbow, revealing the faint red marks from yesterday. But in the next instant, her movements shifted her wrist circled once, and in the blink of an eye, an immense surge of spiritual energy gathered around her, forming a powerful current!

Her robes fluttered, her aura transcendent. The woman moved like a peerless white crane, every gesture poised and dignified.

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