The protagonist stole my spiritual root? Hey, heroine, give birth to me!

Hearing Chen Xuan's words, the beautiful woman's expression was complicated. After a moment of silence, she said:

"I was originally Ling Ruoli, the daughter of the head of the Ling family. I was once a pampered young lady of a wealthy family, living a carefree life within the family."

Until that day, my father, mortally wounded, returned to the family with his last breath and threw me directly into this Jade Pagoda. I didn't even have time to ask him what had happened before I was forced to become the pagoda's spirit.

"What?" Chen Xuan was shocked. "Why would your father do this? Doesn't he know what this means?"

Ling Ruoli's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was choked with sobs:

"I still don't understand. I only remember that he looked very anxious at the time, saying that only if I became the spirit of the artifact could I preserve a glimmer of hope for the family and protect the secrets within the Xuanyu Tower."

"Over the years, I have been trapped here. You were the first to come and try to break through, but judging from your appearance, you are not members of my Ling family at all. I have never been able to wait for my father to rescue me, and I don't know what happened to the family afterward."

"So that's how it is. No wonder you're so protective of this Xuanyu Tower. But don't worry, once I successfully pass the trial and get out, I'll definitely help you find out about your family."

Looking at the beautiful woman Ling Ruoli in front of him, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In other families, daughters-in-law eventually become mothers-in-law, but this woman is different. She's been forced to grow from a virgin into a mature woman, and because she can't go out at all, her mind hasn't improved much either. She easily becomes a cuckold.

"Thank you, I'm very grateful for your kindness!" Ling Ruoli said gratefully.

"Now, could you tell me more about the legacy within this tower? Maybe I can actually help you make this trial more interesting."

"Inheritance... I'm not too sure! All I know is that the higher the level, the richer the rewards!"

"Is that so? Then tell me again, what level was the most powerful person in your family at that time?"

"Highest cultivation level? An Immortal Emperor, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Now that I understand, I can't delay any longer. I should focus on climbing the tower."

But I still don't know your name!

"My name is Chen Xuan, you can also call me...brother!" Chen Xuan said playfully before continuing the trial.

"Hey, Chen Xuan! I'm just giving you a friendly reminder. You've got some skills to get here. But the tests ahead won't be as easy as they were before."

"Yes, yes, I understand. It will definitely get harder as it goes on, with the difficulty level increasing dramatically and all sorts of hidden dangers emerging. It won't be over until it has tortured me to death."

“No!” Ling Ruoli frowned.

"This test will assess your comprehension. In a moment... I will demonstrate a sword technique, which you must learn within half an hour." With that, Ling Ruoli waved her long sleeves, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in her hand, which she then began to wield.

Then, Ling Ruoli lightly flicked her sword, and in an instant, the entire space was enveloped by her sword shadows.

She moved with a light and graceful gait, twirling like a willow catkin, each movement fluid and natural, without any hindrance.

As the swordplay unfolded, Ling Ruoli's aura became increasingly dazzling.

It was as if she was no longer the woman trapped in the tower, filled with sorrow, but had transformed into a peerless sword immortal, exuding an aura that inspired awe.

Each move was either like a dragon emerging from the sea, with overwhelming momentum, or like a nimble snake dancing, unpredictable and ever-changing.

As Ling Ruoli danced with her sword, a few wisps of hair clung to her fair, jade-like cheeks, making her bright and captivating eyes even more striking.

Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and with a hint of serenity from the passage of time. Beneath her high, straight nose were bright red lips, like roses in full bloom in spring, delicate and luscious. Now, with her lips slightly pursed, she exuded even more charm.

In terms of figure, she is simply perfect, with a curvaceous figure.

Her slender waist, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, was so graceful it seemed a willow branch could be broken, yet it perfectly supported her full breasts, outlining a curve that made one's blood boil.

She wore a moon-white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze. Her long, straight legs were faintly visible beneath the hem. With each step she took, she exuded a unique charm of a mature woman, showcasing the allure of a sophisticated beauty to the fullest.

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However, her mental age is still that of a wealthy heiress.

Chen Xuan was mesmerized, his eyes fixed on Ling Ruoli without blinking. His breathing rose and fell with the movements of her sword, as if he himself were immersed in the sword's shadow.

At this moment, everything in the world had disappeared in his eyes, except for Ling Ruoli's breathtaking beauty and her exquisite swordsmanship.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Ling Ruoli sheathed her sword and stood there, her breathing steady, but a faint blush appeared on her face.

She looked at Chen Xuan and asked softly, "Well, have you remembered it?"

Chen Xuan then came to his senses, swallowed hard, and stammered:

"This...this swordsmanship is just too grand and too white...uh no! It's just too amazing. I...I'll try my best." As he spoke, he picked up the longsword beside him and tried to imitate it, but compared to Ling Ruoli, his sword moves seemed much more clumsy and full of flaws.

Seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Ling Ruoli's eyes.

The kid named Chen Xuan just spoke as if he were a genius, but now he doesn't even know this one sword move!

She had even gone to the trouble of replacing the diagram that conveyed the sword intent with one of her own movements, but she never expected this to be the result!

(As a weapon spirit, she cannot interfere with the trial, but sword dancing is not a problem and cannot be considered interference.)

"Alright, someone like you should just go back to where you came from. I should have known better. What kind of understanding could someone like you possibly have!"

"No, what's the rush? There's half an hour, isn't there? You've only had a short time. Dance for me again!"

"Get lost! Figure it out yourself!" Ling Ruoli said, tossing down a manual before walking to a corner.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Chen Xuan put down the manual and went to Ling Ruoli's side.

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me you've already learned it!"

"Oh, it's nothing, don't worry, little sister. With this swordsmanship, it's a piece of cake."

As he spoke, he picked up the Thunderfire Sword and began to imitate its movements. At first, he was a little clumsy, but after a few moves, it was as if he had been practicing for many years. His swordsmanship was fluid and graceful, and he even incorporated some of his own unique moves.

Upon seeing this, Ling Ruoli showed a surprised expression: "You... your comprehension is so high!"

"See? I told you. This formula has been used to death. Every time the protagonist displays extraordinary talent, the people around him gasp as if they've never seen anything like it before. But, it's actually quite a thrill."

"You passed!"

Before he could be smug for long, the surrounding scenery began to change again, and the entrance to the next level slowly appeared.

Chen Xuan shrugged: "Alright, testing your comprehension by fighting monsters is too boring. I still want to challenge my weakness!"