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#618 - Chapter 616: The Legend of Sword Spirit

"Brother Xiao, this Carefree Sword is your Natal Dharma Treasure, my second one. Does it have a Sword Spirit?"

At Qingyun City, Qi Jing glanced at the Carefree Sword in the hands of the City Lord's avatar (Xiao Fifteen Point Two), then at the sword beside Xiao Fifteen himself, which kept circling him, its name unknown.

Since his first Natal Dharma Treasure had a spirit, would the inherited Carefree Sword have one too?

"No, a Sword Spirit isn't so easily born."

Hearing Xiao Fifteen's calm words, Qi Jing picked up the Exiled Immortal Umbrella inlaid with the Sheep Talisman:

"Oh? Then my sword is about to have one!"

"Hmm?"

Under Xiao Fifteen's drooping eyelids, Qi Jing, a little proud, pointed to the soul orb constantly nourished by the Sheep Talisman on the umbrella sword:

"Can you see it?"

Last time, he had drawn the Sheep Talisman, which could allow a person's soul to leave their body. After embedding it into the gem slot on this Exiled Immortal Umbrella, his Fiery Eyes immediately discovered a soul-like orb born on it.

However, the Sheep Talisman was borrowed by Fu Tan Tan for a period of time, which temporarily interrupted his Sword Spirit cultivation plan.

Not long ago, it was returned through Xiao Fifteen's hands, allowing the Exiled Immortal Umbrella's Sword Spirit to continue to grow.

Now, he could already see signs of this orb moving on the Exiled Immortal Umbrella, and Qi Jing guessed that his Sword Spirit was about to be born.

Xiao Fifteen focused his eyes:

"Oh? So fast? Your talisman is good. I estimate that in a few years, your Sword Spirit will be able to understand your words."

As expected, the omnipotent Xiao could see the existence of the Sword Spirit!

Qi Jing asked again:

"A few years? That's so long? Is there a faster way?"

"Yes, cultivate more affection with your little pink umbrella, let it feel your care, and its growth rate may be a little faster."

When Xiao Fifteen said this, the sword beside him leaned against his shoulder, as if demonstrating to Qi Jing how affectionate it was with Xiao Fifteen.

Qi Jing asked puzzledly:

"How to cultivate affection? Hug it to sleep every day?"

Isn't it a little too... uncomfortable to hug a cold sword?

He couldn't possibly feed it something, could he?

Dip it in food? Or break it into a spoon so it can feel the aroma of the food and the taste of a kiss.

Ew, how come it feels a little disgusting?

Qi Jing, with his wild thoughts, shuddered. So this is what it feels like not to regard the umbrella sword as a lifeless object.

Xiao Fifteen looked at him speechlessly:

"Of course, you should maintain it more, and let it do more of its job, such as chopping vegetables and killing enemies."

"Killing enemies is fine, but this umbrella can't be maintained."

The Exiled Immortal Umbrella, with its "Immortality" characteristic, couldn't be broken at all, so what was there to maintain?

Xiao Fifteen looked at his Natal Sword, which was slightly envious, and said:

"Then you should use it to chop more things. Hurry up and leave, go find your Xinglong to play with!"

"Okay, I'm leaving now, Sword, come!"

Just now, under Xiao Fifteen's guidance, Qi Jing learned how to use the Carefree Sword, and with a flick of his finger, he enlarged it and placed it under his feet.

He also picked up the umbrella sword and began to PUA the little Sword Spirit of the Exiled Immortal Umbrella, which had not yet developed intelligence:

"Little umbrella, tolerance is a great virtue. In the future, your master will have more and more weapons. Jealousy is not a good behavior. You should be happy that your master can use more weapons!"

"Get out, get out, get out! Stop disgusting me here. You're still trying to fool it with prenatal education. It's had eight lifetimes of bad luck to be with you."

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, take off!"

For some reason, Qi Jing felt that Xiao Fifteen's mood was not very good when he mentioned the Sword Spirit, and immediately controlled the Carefree Sword to fly away quickly.

In fact, Xiao Fifteen seemed normal, but Qi Jing's intuition told him that this person was a little strange today.

He didn't seem to smile much, and he didn't talk as much as before.

Could it be because he took the Carefree Sword away and was too worried?

Then he should quickly complete the task and return the sword!

With the unparalleled speed of the Carefree Sword, it was only a two-day journey to meet Xinglong, sprint!

Teleportation portal?

Why use a teleportation portal!

We're completing the task ahead of schedule. We're experiencing the thrill of sword racing!

Watching Qi Jing's disappearing figure in the sky, Xiao Fifteen looked at the Natal Sword beside him with drooping eyelids and sighed softly:

"Why aren't you a wisp of remnant soul?"

The Natal Sword shook to the side and froze, indicating that it didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but soon it forgot the sigh and continued to snuggle against Xiao Fifteen's shoulder, motionless.

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"Uncle Mo, can't you really predict the future by rolling dice?"

A young man with a buzz cut and full of energy sat on an ugly car traveling through the Beast Mountain Range, holding his head in his hands and asking the question he had asked countless times.

Mo Wang, who was observing the surrounding environment, replied peacefully for the unknown number of times:

"No."

"Uncle, your title is [Gambler]. How is it possible that you can't predict the future? Wouldn't it be a waste of this title? Think about it, a gambler who can't see the cards in his hand or know what numbers are on the dice in the cup, isn't that a little strange?"

"Not strange."

"Uncle, then why are you called Gambler? You neither like gambling nor have much desire for victory or defeat, and you don't like guessing the future. Isn't it misleading to be called Gambler? Is it just like Uncle Gou said, you're a gambling addict, but you just won't admit it?"

Gou Dehao, who was driving, turned his head:

"Little Zhang, I never said that."

As he spoke, the car, which had been running smoothly since it came out, shook at this moment, as if reminding the young man not to talk nonsense.

But the young man with a sports bandage on his head seemed not to understand Gou Dehao's hint at all and asked suspiciously:

"That's not right, I remember Uncle Gou said that before? When we decided to act together in the Beast Mountain Range, Uncle Gou secretly told me not to gamble with Uncle Mo. Once he starts gambling, he can't stop, just like a mad dog."

"Cough, cough cough."

Gou Dehao, who coughed twice, tried his best to prove that his throat was a little uncomfortable.

But Little Zhang still didn't stop his chattering mouth:

"Then he also said that if you want to gamble, find Uncle Gou, because Uncle Mo likes gambling too much. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't gamble for a day, but he is restraining the urge to gamble, so letting others gamble in front of Uncle Mo can both satisfy his addiction and make his condition better, so he strongly advocated that I gamble with Uncle Gou."

"Cough cough, cough, cough! Cough!"

"Uncle Gou, if you have phlegm, you can open the window and spit it out. It's not good to keep it in your throat. You also said before that Uncle Mo doesn't like others knowing that he has a gambling addiction. So it's true. Uncle Gou, how about we gamble now? Let's bet on whether I will improve in that one aspect today?"

"I bet that what you won't improve today is that missing brain cell!"