Chapter 82: You Can Only Like Me (8)
“Parting ways here?” Su Huo looked at Jiang Zhiyan. It had been a long time since she had felt so free. There were many entertaining things to do inside Tianyan Pavilion, but after being inside for so long, she felt the outside air was much fresher.
“Wait a moment,” Jiang Zhiyan said, looking at the communication jade in her hand.
Lately, she hadn’t communicated much with Wei Jingqian, usually just sending brief messages to assure him of her safety. It had been ten days since her last message.
Surprisingly, during these ten days, Wei Jingqian had sent her quite a few messages.
[Wei Jingqian: Stay away from the Southern Continent recently, someone opened a demon gate there.]
[Wei Jingqian: Where are you?]
[Wei Jingqian: The sect said you’ve been gone for a long time.]
[Wei Jingqian: Reply when you see this.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: I’m fine, preparing to return. I had a fortuitous encounter and was in secluded cultivation for a while.]
[Wei Jingqian: Come to the Southern Continent.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: ?]
[Wei Jingqian: We’re short-handed.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Oh.]
Jiang Zhiyan looked at Su Huo: “Let’s go to the Southern Continent.”
“Huh?”
“They need people there, someone opened a demon gate.”
Su Huo’s expression fell, then she paused and asked with confusion: “Wait, what’s a demon gate?”
Jiang Zhiyan: …
“Sorry, I’ve been secretly skipping classes.” Su Huo gave a couple of dry laughs, probably because Jiang Zhiyan’s expression was too speechless, she guessed, “Something that allows demon cultivators to directly enter?”
“Mm.” Su Huo sighed. “What am I, like this, supposed to do there? Be a burden?”
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t want to go either; she thought of the Northern Demon King again.
[Jiang Zhiyan: What’s the situation in the Southern Continent? They’re asking me to go there for support. I was just about to go back and get your things.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Think of a way to get me out of this, but also keep them occupied there.]
[Bei: …]
[Bei: Are you trying to tell me what to do?]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Then tell me what I should do.]
[Bei: I’ll find a way to have some of them withdraw, you just stall for time.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Your Majesty is wise.]
[Bei: I know.]
System: …
“Is this Demon King an idiot? Can’t he tell you’re being sarcastic?” The System was baffled.
Jiang Zhiyan put away her communication jade: “Let’s return to the Myriad Swords Sect first.”
“Huh? Not going directly to the Northern Continent?” Su Huo looked at Jiang Zhiyan.
“I need to restock.” Jiang Zhiyan rummaged through her storage pouch. “I’ve used up most of my supplies. The Myriad Swords Sect is closer than the Wei Estate.”
It was a perfectly valid excuse to delay. She told Wei Jingqian, and as expected, he didn’t object.
Jiang Zhiyan took Su Huo back to the Myriad Swords Sect. Su Huo, displaying her newfound wealth, generously paid for the teleportation array.
“I didn’t expect to have so much money left after staying at Tianyan Pavilion for so long,” Su Huo said with emotion.
“How much is left?”
“Over eight hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones,” Su Huo replied.
Jiang Zhiyan: …
Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Su Huo.
“You spend a lot of money yourself,” Su Huo immediately said.
“I wasn’t planning on commenting on your spending habits,” Jiang Zhiyan looked away.
“Yes, but your look said it all.”
Jiang Zhiyan closed her mouth. She was a bit sleepy. For the final leg of the journey, they used a flying artifact, and she slept on it.
Although Jiang Zhiyan had told Su Huo that the flying boat had a strong defense system, Su Huo didn’t believe her and insisted on staying alert, although she, too, fell asleep by the time Jiang Zhiyan woke up.
She got up and drank some water, making a considerable amount of noise, but Su Huo didn’t stir.
Jiang Zhiyan stood at the bow of the boat, leaning against the railing, closed her eyes, and extended her divine sense.
The range of her divine sense was wider than that of an average early Golden Core cultivator. She could almost reach the edges of the Myriad Swords Sect.
She still hadn’t figured out why; the System had investigated but hadn’t found anything.
It didn’t matter, though; this bug was beneficial, not harmful.
She checked on the Demonic Sword. It had become withdrawn after they returned from the Northern Demon King, and after Jiang Zhiyan finished refining the three swords, it became even more withdrawn. It wasn’t a cheerful sword, to begin with, and now it seemed lifeless.
“If I had known you were this easily discouraged, I would have melted you down.”
The Demonic Sword twitched.
“Since you have a sword spirit, it means you can still improve.”
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t say anything more.
It wasn’t out of kindness; it was purely because the Demonic Sword had its own consciousness and could help her. It would be a helpful asset in a difficult situation.
The three swords Jiang Zhiyan refined hadn’t been sharpened yet. They were all high-grade; she didn’t know their exact grade, but there would likely be some unusual phenomena when they were sharpened.
If she sharpened them now, it would be difficult for Song Jin’yue to protect them. She planned to add a few more things to the swords.
The situation in the Southern Continent must be very serious. There were significantly fewer disciples at the Myriad Swords Sect; those above Foundation Establishment had all been deployed, leaving only a Sword Protecting Elder and a group of Qi Refining disciples.
She didn’t greet them and went straight back to her courtyard.
Song Jin’yue, who was practicing her swordsmanship, heard the noise and immediately looked towards the doorway: “You’re finally back…”
Seeing the person next to Jiang Zhiyan, she froze for a second, her complaining expression immediately replaced with a polite smile: “Hello, Junior Sister Su.”
“Hello.” Su Huo nodded, blinked, and glanced at Jiang Zhiyan. “Was she stuck in the courtyard this whole time?”
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiyan replied.
Su Huo: …
“You really are a…” pervert.
How was this any different from imprisonment? But Song Jin’yue didn’t seem to mind at all. And the marks on her face looked strange. How did she get them?
As expected, neither of these two were normal.
Jiang Zhiyan looked at Song Jin’yue: “Put your homework on my desk. I’ll check your swordsmanship training in the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”
Song Jin’yue’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t that she hadn’t practiced, it was just… she suddenly remembered she hadn’t made the bed. She had been sleeping in Jiang Zhiyan’s bed recently, and since Jiang Zhiyan had been gone for so long, she had almost started treating this place as her own. She had even piled a bunch of things by Jiang Zhiyan’s bedside.
“I’ll tidy up the room,” Song Jin’yue took a couple of steps back and hurried inside. “Give me the time it takes three incense sticks to burn! Or release the restriction on my spiritual energy!”
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t stop her, but she didn’t release the restriction either. She took out the three swords and placed them on the table. Each sword was unique, clearly carefully designed. Spiritual swords would automatically generate their own names upon being refined.
The three swords were Spring’s Birth, Winter’s Fall, and Nameless. Nameless looked the most ordinary, comparable to the sword she usually used. Spring’s Birth and Winter’s Fall were much more ornate.
“What’s the use of having so many?” Su Huo asked, arms crossed. “We could sell one.”
“I can use them myself,” Jiang Zhiyan replied. Although her usual sword was very effective, she couldn’t use it in front of too many people, it would break this world. After all, energy cannons weren’t exactly suitable for a cultivation world.
Although currently, it seemed like the energy cannon had the effect of suppressing demonic energy.
“Help me grind the ink.”
“Huh? Oh.” Su Huo took the inkstone.
When Song Jin’yue finished tidying up and came out, she saw Su Huo and Jiang Zhiyan at the stone table, one writing and one grinding ink, a rather disharmonious scene.
She stood still at the doorway, not moving.
Jiang Zhiyan knew Song Jin’yue had come out and was waiting for her to approach, but she just stood there at the threshold, motionless: “What are you standing there for?”
“I put the homework on your desk,” Song Jin’yue said. “There are some things I don’t really understand, but I’ve marked them.”
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiyan nodded. “Come and choose a sword.”
“A sword?” Song Jin’yue was stunned for a few seconds. “You went out this time to…”
“Yes, that’s right, to find a sword for you. We even went deep into the Demon Realm to mine Star River Ore, she was almost killed by a demonic beast,” Su Huo interrupted her, speaking rapidly. “She even refined the swords herself, you have no idea how dangerous it was.”
Su Huo shook her head and sighed softly.
These two were so slow and tedious to watch.
“The Demon Realm?” Song Jin’yue’s eyes widened. “Star River Ore, how could you? Are you crazy? It’s so dangerous!”
“It’s fine,” Jiang Zhiyan said. “Choose one you like, I said I would give you a gift, naturally, it has to be something useful to you.”
“There was no need for Star River Ore,” Song Jin’yue bit her lip, feeling guilty. “I don’t deserve this.”
Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Su Huo, who smiled smugly. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with exaggerating, after all, it was indeed very dangerous, it was just that Jiang Zhiyan was very capable. Besides, a bit of artistic license was necessary.
“I don’t need three swords, I went there specifically to forge a sword for you, if you don’t choose one, then these past three months were meaningless,” Jiang Zhiyan said. “The swords haven’t been sharpened yet, so I don’t know their exact grade, but I think… they won’t be lower than celestial grade.”
“You’re too confident,” Su Huo couldn’t help but say.
Jiang Zhiyan ignored her. Things forged with Interdimensional Flames were naturally extraordinary.
Since things had come to this, Song Jin’yue didn’t hesitate any longer, although she didn’t know how she would repay this kindness: “Spring’s Birth, I feel like this name suits me.”
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiyan replied. “Form a contract with it first, and then I’ll add a formation to prevent it from being stolen, don’t worry about compatibility, all three swords were forged for you.”
“Thank you,” Song Jin’yue nodded and blinked.
She was truly inhuman, Jiang Zhiyan had faced such difficulties, and she was still trying to slack off.
“We can do that?” Su Huo asked curiously.
“Yes, as long as you want to, you can create any kind of formation,” Jiang Zhiyan said. “The principles of formations are interconnected.”
Su Huo gave a couple of dry laughs and looked away, not wanting to speak, feeling a strong sense of being looked down upon. After three seconds, she simply walked away, the atmosphere here was a bit strange.
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