The cold and arrogant Tianjiao is really fragrant after being teased

Emperor Qian placed his hand on his dantian, and a trace of loss appeared in his eyes.

Suddenly! She was stunned with disbelief!

She stood up and felt the strong vitality emanating from her dantian. She closed her eyes and used only her spiritual consciousness to enter her dantian.

As his spiritual sense swept through, he saw a green lotus emitting rich vitality appear on his originally empty foundation, and the Chiyun Spear stood upright on the green lotus.

Dizaka opened his eyes, shocked. How could this happen?! Her foundation!

She quickly sat down cross-legged, leaving only a trace of her consciousness outside, and disguised herself as the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. Her body was petite and cute, but her eyes could make people feel cold at first sight.

Emperor Xuan slowly approached the blue lotus hanging above the spiritual platform.

As he took a slight step, he suddenly recalled the time when he was a child and saw the Chiyun Spear sealed deep in his sea of ​​consciousness for the first time. The golden runes tightly wrapped around the gun body, and the black chains firmly imprisoned Chiyun.

If her roots are a pure and cool lotus, then why is the Chiyun Spear sealed in her sea of ​​consciousness?

The parents she had never seen since childhood, the loss of her memory before the age of five, and the vague words of her grandfather, the clan leader, all seemed to tell her that there was something wrong with her origins.

But when she was young, she only focused on cultivation, and the elders in the clan loved her very much, so she never thought about this problem.

When he got close to the green lotus, Emperor Qi raised his hand and tried to summon his own roots. The green lotus seemed to sense something and left the altar where it was placed and came to the side of its master.

The green lotus circled around Dizha, and finally stopped at her fingertips. She reached out and touched the petals of the green lotus.

The petals rubbed her fingers affectionately, and suddenly a bead surrounded by traces of green vitality jumped out from the heart of the lotus and appeared in front of Emperor Qi.

This is... the bead she had brought out from the Heavenly Secret Stele! She suddenly looked at the green lotus at her fingertips. Could it be that this green lotus was the lifeless seed from before?

But how could this be so consistent with her foundation!?

The little soul looked gloomy, with thousands of thoughts in its mind.

The ignored Chiyun Spear on the side made a series of buzzing sounds with slight dissatisfaction. Emperor Qi came back to his senses, put the Qinglian in his hand back on the spiritual platform, reached out to take the Chiyun Spear and muttered to himself.

"So... you were guiding me forward all along just to help me find them?"

The Chiyun Spear emitted a faint light as usual, without making any reaction in response to her words. Dizha placed it back on the Qinglian.

As the sun sets in the west, a golden glow shines on the locust tree covered with white buds. The narrow and oval leaves crush the still warm sunset, and spots of light fall on the two people sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Dizha opened his closed eyes. Feng Qian had turned back into her original form and was sleeping under the tree with Ashu. She got up and poured herself a cup of spiritual tea.

The feeling of meditation is something she hasn't felt in a long time, but unfortunately the spiritual power in this world is too thin to be of any use to her.

The evening breeze of the beginning of summer was still a little chilly. She lay on the recliner and slowly ate the spiritual fruit. Meng Chun was still practicing.

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On the day of Li, just as the sky in the east was beginning to turn pale, Meng Chun woke up from his practice and saw Di Qian dozing on the recliner. A Shu, who had been sleeping beside him, had fallen asleep on Feng Qian's back without him noticing.

Meng Chun didn't disturb them. He picked up his sword and began to practice the basic sword skills of the Meng family alone in the yard, over and over again.

Meng Chun had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Except for the days when he was running for his life, from the moment he was able to pick up a sword on his own as a child, he would practice the basic sword skills of his clan with a wooden sword day after day.

For the past thirteen years, he had been undeterred by any storm. Unfortunately, the elders of the clan were unaware of his breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage with his low-grade spiritual root talent...

When he thought of this, Meng Chun felt more and more uncomfortable, and his sword moves became more and more fierce, even with a hint of murderous intent. He had always maintained an optimistic attitude since he escaped.

Now I can calm down and practice swordplay. The sadness and grief that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time seem to have finally found an outlet. My sword moves are also unusually fast, accurate, and ruthless!

The sun rises in the east, and a streak of golden sunlight cuts through the sky, shining on the distant mountains.

After the last round of sword moves, Meng Chun's suppressed emotions finally calmed down. He pinched a body cleansing technique to remove the sweat from his body, then turned around and prepared to tell Di Qi that he was going to the mountains now.

But as soon as she turned around, she met Dizha's gaze. Dizha's eyes were indifferent, and she looked away from her after just one glance.

Meng Chun was stunned, but he didn't think about how long she had been looking at him. He just put away his sword and saluted Di Zha from a distance, saying, "Senior, I'm ready and will leave now."

Dizaka picked up the teacup and nodded slightly when he heard his words without asking any more questions.

Meng Chun walked out of the house and headed towards the city gate. After he was out of the city gate, he flew on his sword and headed to the first mission site, the Misty Swamp.

Feng Qian changed his body to the size of a fist and followed Meng Chun silently. Feng Qian's cultivation was higher than his, so he was naturally not afraid of being discovered by him.

While flying his sword, Meng Chun unfolded the map he had taken from the Mission Hall. The Misty Swamp was located in the south of Kongyue City. To reach the destination, one had to cross many mountains before reaching a swamp that was shrouded in fog all year round.

The task written on the task card is to obtain ten worm corpses that are more than twenty years old.

Meng Chun knew a little about worms. They were soft and scarlet all over, shaped like earthworms, but had sharp teeth on one end. They liked damp and sticky places, and were very fond of eating the eggs of swamp moths and some cheap monsters.

However, this worm is neither a demon beast nor a spiritual beast. Its only advantage is that its body is very soft but very tough, and its body length increases with age.

Meng Chun put away the base map and increased the speed of his sword flying. The worm mission was not difficult for him now, but the reward was quite considerable.

This was his first time entering a swamp for training. Previously, he had only trained alone in the mountains not far from his family. Because he had no experience, Meng Chun was extremely careful when entering the swamp this time.

When he arrived at the misty swamp, he tiptoed up with his sword and jumped onto a crooked tree. The sword returned to his hand. Meng Chun held the branch with one hand and carefully observed the swamp with visibility less than ten meters.