Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 70

Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran, his eyes complex, and continued:

“Later, a mortal unexpectedly obtained the Five-Colored Spiritual Root. Through diligent cultivation, he mastered the Three Thousand Great Daos, transcended the Five Elements, was no longer subject to the Heavenly Dao, and even rose above it.”

“But the Heavenly Dao, accustomed to absolute authority, could not tolerate someone suddenly standing above him.”

“However, the Heavenly Dao was powerless against that person, so it turned its attention to the myriad worlds. It destroyed everything related to the Five Element Spiritual Root, and any cultivator possessing it would die an accidental death…”

On Ye Wentian’s cold, handsome face with its distinct features, his brilliant eyes flickered with an inscrutable light, and a faint loneliness showed between his brows.

Feng Qingran blinked her almond eyes. So this was the truth.

But then, why did her Void Space contain so many cultivation techniques and resources related to the Five Element Spiritual Root?

What was the connection between the Five Element Spiritual Root and artifact grades?

Just as Feng Qingran was puzzling over this.

Ye Wentian spoke slowly, “Actually, these things should be told to you when you’re close to transcending the tribulation and ascending to immortality. But telling you now is just as good.”

“That Blue Luan Sword in your hand is an Innate Spiritual Treasure.”

“You were only lucky enough to win the Blue Luan Sword at auction because no one there recognized the difference between Innate and Acquired artifacts. Besides, those people looked down on a mere sixth-grade artifact.”

As soon as Ye Wentian finished speaking.

Feng Qingran asked curiously, “Master, how can one tell the difference between Innate and Acquired at a glance?”

“By opening the Heavenly Eye, or by reaching the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal,” Ye Wentian said, his pace unhurried.

Feng Qingran’s almond eyes widened. Her master actually had the Heavenly Eye! She had heard that those who possessed the Heavenly Eye were chosen by heaven itself.

Her eyes clear and bright, shining with starlight, Feng Qingran asked, “Master, you’re not the one who mastered the Three Thousand Great Daos, are you?”

Ye Wentian flicked her forehead. “What are you thinking! If your master stood above the Heavenly Dao, could I still be trapped in this secret realm?”

Feng Qingran embarrassedly rubbed her nose.

“Do you know why I asked you about artifact grades and then moved on to spiritual roots?” Ye Wentian’s expression turned serious, his shapely eyebrows like swords slanting towards his temples.

“The swords in the Sword Mound are all extraordinary, and subduing them is very difficult?” Feng Qingran’s thinking jumped tracks.

Ye Wentian nodded. “That’s only part of the reason. There’s another.”

“There are level restrictions for using magical artifacts in the cultivation world. Qi Refinement can only use low-grade artifacts. Foundation Establishment can use low and middle-grade. Golden Core can use high-grade and Heaven-grade. Nascent Soul stage can also use high-grade and Heaven-grade.”

“The restriction for using artifacts at the Spirit Transformation stage is based on the strength of one’s spiritual sense. The stronger the spiritual sense, the higher the grade one can use. That’s why cultivators strive desperately to improve their spiritual sense.”

“But the cultivation level required to form a contract with an Innate or Acquired artifact must reach the Virtual God stage.”

Ye Wentian stopped here.

Feng Qingran suddenly understood. “So, Master, you’re telling me that the reason I, at Foundation Establishment, could form a contract with an Innate Spiritual Treasure is because I have a Five Element Spiritual Root?”

Ye Wentian rubbed Feng Qingran’s fluffy head, a flash of delight in his eyes. “Clever little disciple. Keep guessing.”

Feng Qingran stepped back a few paces, rescuing her hairstyle. “Master, your other meaning is that the grade of the sword sheath in my hand is similar to the swords in the Sword Mound?”

“Correct. The sheath is indeed high-grade. Unfortunately, it’s just a sheath. It can’t command swords that have already developed sword spirits.”

Ye Wentian paused here, then continued, “However, the fact that it can enter the Sword Mound indicates the sword blade is also here.”

“Master, are you telling the truth?” Feng Qingran’s face, smooth as jade, showed joy at the corners of her brows.

Ye Wentian nodded. “I’ll take you to find the blade. But promise your master that until you are strong enough, this sword must not see the light of day!”

“Of course. We love acting weak to defeat the strong best,” Feng Qingran said, her beautiful eyes sparkling like colored glaze.

Ye Wentian looked serious. “You’ve already contracted with the sheath. Try using your spiritual sense to communicate with it and ask it to lead the way.”

Feng Qingran held the sheath, covering it with her spiritual sense.

A long time passed. Finding the sheath unresponsive, Feng Qingran shook her head at Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian took the sheath from her hand, his gaze profound. “A good beating will fix it.”

He looked towards a pile of swords on the right, raised his hand, and hurled the sheath at them. Then he shouted, “Disciple, cover your head and squat down!”

The Sword Sheath: [You have no honor!]

Feng Qingran: ???

Master, can you be a little more reliable?

But Feng Qingran had no time to speak.

Sword rays flew wildly around them, sharp blades slashing through the air.

Feng Qingran could only choose to obey!

Ye Wentian, however, lay leisurely on the ground, watching the flying swords smash into the sheath.

Logically, the sword usually came first, then the sheath.

Since his little disciple got the sheath first, he had to use this method to find the blade.

After about fifteen minutes, the surroundings quieted down. The sheath lay quietly on the ground, while all the other swords had returned to their original positions.

Feng Qingran stood up and picked up the sheath. An overwhelming sense of grievance transmitted from the sheath straight to her heart.

The sheath even trembled, as if lodging a complaint.

“Well, little disciple? Did it say anything?” Ye Wentian asked curiously.

“No. It feels very wronged,” Feng Qingran said helplessly.

“It won’t talk? Fine. A few more times should do the trick,” Ye Wentian said, eager to try.