The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

She slowly approached, stretched out her hand, and gently touched the cold hilt with her fingertips. A strange feeling instantly surged into her heart, as if there was some indescribable connection between this sword and her.

She carefully grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out of the rock.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the cave became extremely quiet, as if time had stopped.

Suddenly, a weak air current surged quietly, like the power emanating from the inside of the sword.

The breeze gently blew across the cave wall, making a subtle echo, like the low roar of a sleeping beast being awakened.

This strange phenomenon made her feel surprised and curious.

She stood there quietly, staring at the sword in her hand.

The sword seemed to be showing her its existence, telling her that it was not an ordinary weapon, but a treasure with mysterious power.

As the breeze blew, the sword body trembled slightly, making a crisp sound.

The sound was clear and melodious, like the sound of nature, intoxicating. This was the first time the sword had awakened after a long slumber, and it was also a recognition of her.

She carefully stroked the sword, feeling its warmth and texture.

The sword is smooth and cold, yet it exudes an indescribable charm.

Suddenly, Lan Yunyan's finger was accidentally scratched by the sword edge, and a trace of bright red quietly seeped out and inadvertently dripped onto the sword.

That drop of blood stood out against the cold glow of the sword, as if it were an ancient ritual that bound her fate to that sword.

The moment the blood drop touched the sword, the totem on the sword seemed to be activated, emitting a faint but clear light.

Lan Yunyan tightly grasped the sword in her hand. The sword body trembled slightly, as if responding to her presence. A wonderful and mysterious connection was quietly established between the two.

"Liuli Sword..." Lan Yunyan's eyes were fixed on the ancient and mysterious words on the hilt of the sword, and she kept muttering the name.

Liuli, a word that sounds both beautiful and fragile, forms a sharp contrast with the sword that emits a faint cold glow and has intricate totems carved on the blade, making people full of imagination about its origin and the story behind it.

She gently stroked the writing on the hilt.

At this time, a clear and slightly childish boy's voice sounded in the cave: "Liuli, meet the master."

When Lan Yunyan heard this, her eyes were full of surprise. She turned her head suddenly and looked around, but the cave was still silent. Apart from her and the glass sword tightly held in her hand, there was no other sign of life.

An indescribable doubt welled up in her heart. Where did this voice come from? Why did it call her "Master"?

Lan Yunyan looked at the glass sword in her hand again. The totem on the sword seemed to glow faintly, echoing the throbbing in her heart.

"Who are you? Why do you call me Master?" Lan Yunyan asked.

"Master, I am the sword spirit of the Glazed Sword in your hand." The clear and ethereal voice sounded again.

Lan Yunyan's heart moved when she heard this. She didn't expect that this sword actually had its own sword spirit.

She had heard that some powerful weapons, after experiencing countless battles and trials, would develop their own souls, becoming sword spirits. Such weapons often possessed extraordinary power and wisdom.

"Sword spirit? Why did you choose me as your master?" Lan Yunyan continued to ask.

"Master, the Glazed Sword has only recognized one master since ancient times, and that is the person who can awaken me and communicate with me spiritually. You are the master I have been waiting for thousands of years." There was a hint of awe and joy in the sword spirit's voice, as if it had found its long-lost home.

Lan Yunyan's gaze inadvertently swept across the corner, and an ancient sword manual covered with traces of time instantly caught her sight.

Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes lit up with surprise, as if she had found a bright light in the darkness.

Lan Yunyan approached slowly, her steps trembling slightly.

She cautiously reached out and gently touched the yellowed paper. A strange feeling instantly spread throughout her body. She couldn't help but wonder what secrets this sword manual held? What kind of turning point would it bring to her journey of training?

When she couldn't wait to open the sword manual, a strong smell of time hit her in the face.

She stared intently at every move pattern and text annotation on the sword manual, as if she had entered a whole new world. At this moment, her heart was filled with a desire for the unknown and a pursuit of powerful strength.

At this time, the Glazed Sword seemed to have sensed the extraordinary nature of this sword manual. The sword body trembled slightly, emitting a clear and pleasant sword sound.

Lan Yunyan could clearly feel a warm power coming from the hilt of the sword. Her heart moved, as if Liuli was excitedly urging her to quickly explore the mysteries in the sword manual.

Lan Yunyan slowly unfolded the sword manual. Complex totems and sword moves were drawn on the simple paper.

She studied it carefully, and every word and every pattern seemed to contain endless stories and wisdom.

As she went deeper, she seemed to be able to feel the power contained in the sword manual, seeping into her body bit by bit and becoming one with her.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Lan Yunyan was completely immersed in the world of sword manual.

She practiced the sword moves over and over again, feeling the changes of the glass sword in her hands. Every swing seemed to be a silent conversation with the sword.

When she finally raised her head from the world of sword manuals, her eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

She gently closed the sword manual. The moment she closed it, she seemed to feel the power contained in it slowly merging into her body.

This power not only comes from the sword manual itself, but also from the deep connection and resonance between her and the Liuli Sword.

She stood up, the glass sword trembling slightly in her hand, as if responding to her determination and expectation.