After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

The scabbard in Pei Nian's hand was plain and black. She drew out the sword tremblingly. It was an ordinary sword, pitch black. The sword body was wide, but a bit narrower than the heavy sword. The blade was strong and sharp, and there was a little vermilion in the middle of the hilt. Pei Nian touched the vermilion, and the spirit sword actually split into two swords.

The two magic swords are as light and thin as cicada wings, but extremely sharp.

"......black?!"

Compared with the sword she originally wanted to form a bond with, Pei Nian's eyes turned black!

This is a scam! Is there any justice in this world?

She felt that her spiritual consciousness had established a close connection with the sword's spirit. She could feel everything about it, including its mood.

The natal sword is equivalent to the second life of a sword cultivator. Once chosen, they can no longer abandon or change it at will, because the spiritual sword carries their sword spirit. If they abandon or change it at will, it is no different from betraying their own path.

Even though Pei Nian was used to many ups and downs, and even experienced such mysterious things as traveling to the world of cultivation, he still felt a little puzzled when he saw this scene of the cat replacing the prince.

Her Ning Shuang! Her "Xiu Baixue" from the world of cultivation!

what is this?

The sword of love in my dreams is gone! The gazes that made all the female cultivators envious and jealous are gone!

what--

Pei Nianyi roared angrily in his heart. What was this pitch-black spiritual sword?

Back to a few breaths ago, Ningshuang was about to agree to Pei Nianyi to be her natal sword, when another powerful and familiar sword intent floated over. It domineeringly pushed Ningshuang away and sent its body into Pei Nianyi's hands.

Under this powerful sword intent, Ningshuang silently took back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She withdrew the sword intent, gathered her spiritual consciousness, and controlled the sword body to quickly leave here.

The black sword took the initiative to speak and made a contract with Pei Nian.

[My name is Xuan Mo.] The sword spirit told Pei Nianyi his name in a calm voice.

"You..." Before Pei Nianyi could get angry, she felt dizzy and subconsciously tightened the magic sword in her hand.

Her eyes flashed before her, and when she looked up again, she was already standing outside the sword tomb.

"Junior sister, what sword did you take?" When the eldest senior brother Mo Yunguang saw Pei Nian coming out, he hurried over and asked with concern.

"Senior Brother!" Pei Nianyi forced a smile, then silently showed him the magic sword he brought out.

Mo Yunguang was silent.

Although he didn't spend much time with Pei Nianyi, this plain and ordinary black spirit sword really didn't please the little girl.

"This sword...is a good sword!"

"Yeah." Pei Nian accepted the senior brother's praise with an expressionless face, just taking it as his "praise".

Pei Nian showed [Xuan Mo] to every friend who came to care about him with a dull look, and received countless "praises".

Regarding the question from friends: "How to obtain this sword?"

Pei Nianyi remained silent. How else could she respond? Was it Jian who struck first?

"Junior sister, after you obtain your natal sword, you can practice in seclusion or go out for trials to use it." Mo Yunguang suddenly said seriously, "Next year is the Qingyun Conference, so you should hurry up, Junior sister."

"Yeah. I understand." Pei Nian nodded and answered solemnly.

She knew that the Qingyun Conference was related to the affairs of the cultivation world, and she had to become stronger in order to survive.

"If there is anything you don't understand about your cultivation, you can come to me at any time." Mo Yunguang left after giving his instructions.

Outside the sword tomb, several elders were still observing the disciples coming out of the sword tomb with great interest, and commenting on the spiritual swords they had obtained.

"I didn't expect that this batch of disciples are quite good. None of them returned empty-handed." The master of Yaoguang Peak, Lingbo Zhenjun, nodded with satisfaction.

"Is Shetian actually willing to see the light of day again this time?" Yuan Guan Zhenjun was very surprised when he saw Xia Chen's Shetian.

"I didn't expect that Shetian fell in love with this brat Xia Chen. It's probably because Xia Chen has the spiritual root of thunder." Master Tiebi was obviously happy that his disciple had chosen a spiritual sword that matched his own swordsmanship.

"That is..." Suddenly, the master of Tianxuan Peak, Yu Shu Zhenjun, looked at Pei Nianyi's magic sword with a serious expression.

Following his gaze, all the elders also saw the magic sword in Pei Nianyi's hand.

Xie Changan withdrew his gaze from Xuan Mo and said casually, "It's just a sword, why is it so serious?"

Everyone was silent.

The sword tomb is where swords are buried. The sword souls in the sword tomb are mysterious and have all experienced brutal battles. All sword cultivators have respect for their comrades.

However, Pei Nianyi's Xuan Mo is very special.

The weapon-refining master who forged this sword added hundreds of poisons during the refining process. The sword body was tempered with blood, and the black ink could absorb souls to enhance its own power.

But Xuan Mo’s previous master was a powerful man who broke through the void and ascended to the upper realm. This powerful man entered the Tao through sword and was an upright and admirable powerful man.

Therefore, Xuan Mo is regarded as both good and evil in the minds of the people, depending on how the person holding the sword uses it.

Now that this spiritual sword, which is both good and evil, is in Pei Nianyi's hands, the elders dared not comment further.

Pei Nianyi didn't know that her spirit sword had caused discussion among the elders. She returned to her small courtyard in Tianshu Peak with a depressed look on her face.

At this point, Pei Nianyi sat cross-legged in the training room and incorporated his natal sword into his golden elixir.

Xuan Mo transformed into a small black sword, hovering in the girl's golden elixir.

The spiritual energy in her body was attracted by the black ink and continuously flowed into her golden elixir. The spiritual energy tempered and washed the black ink, and slowly the color of the black ink became more and more translucent, with divine light contained within.

Pei Nianyi's spiritual sense gently touched the black sword, and the sword shook slightly as if responding to her.

Pei Nianyi felt as if he had entered a mysterious world.

She felt like she was in a dream, but everything seemed so real.

But except in dreams, how could the real world be so desolate? There is nothing in the whole world, only black and white.

She didn't dare to act rashly, but just stood at the intersection of black and white and observed this strange world.

She looked up at the sky, and it was all black and white; she looked down at the earth, and it was still all black and white, boundless, without a sound, and terrifyingly silent.