My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 102 - 89 Inventory Harvest
Chapter 102 -89 Inventory Harvest
“That year, a rare, heavy snow fell.”
“I was a beggar, hiding from the snow with two other companions.”
“The dilapidated temples in the city had all been taken over by beggars older than us; we had nowhere to go. The snow was truly cold, the whole world blanketed in white. Amidst the vast expanse, only the three of us were outside, seeking a place to stay alive.”
“Eventually, we could only curl up under the eaves of someone else’s doorway. In those cramped spaces, we huddled together for warmth, but then the snow would start falling at an angle, and the wind hurt more than a knife…”
“The snow was really cold.”
Liu Sanbian stretched out both hands in front of the roaring flames, palms open as the flickering tongues of fire “licked” his palms, yet he showed no reaction.
“Every household refused to shelter us from the snow, afraid we’d sneak in during the night. They’d open their doors to chase us away. Amidst the ice and snow, we had no choice but to run, run, and run from one household to another. Our ears were so frozen we couldn’t feel them anymore; we didn’t dare rub them. The straw shoes had frozen to the soles of our feet, almost turning into stone, and our bodies were overheating to the point where we couldn’t help but want to strip off our clothes… But then, he opened his door.”
“He didn’t have a broom; he didn’t say a word, but he stepped aside.”
In Liu Sanbian’s eyes, two bonfires were reflected, burning in silence.
“He was a teacher, without a wife or children, surviving on teaching the local neighborhood kids. They say he used to be an official but got into trouble afterward and was sent to the military. As he grew older, he was allowed to leave the camp and live in the city…”
“Later, he adopted us, named the three of us, and raised us as his own sons. He hoped the three of us would all be literate… But eventually, I realized I wasn’t meant for studying, not as bright as my two younger brothers, so I secretly took up martial arts training…”
“He wanted to break my legs. I stood there without moving, tilting my face, looking at the ground as he raised the stick. But, in the end, his hand never came down…”
The formidable man’s voice grew quieter and quieter, ending as a murmur to himself.
Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance, and then Zhao Rong licked his dry lips, asking out of curiosity:
“Is he still in Great Wei?”
The formidable man did not answer but stared blankly at the bonfire.
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In the early hours, after sleeping for the first half of the night, Zhao Rong woke up for the night watch.
He patted Liu Sanbian, who was still sitting by the fire in a daze, and replaced him.
Zhao Rong threw some more firewood into the flames.
Keeping watch was the dullest task, but it was also the time when one’s heart could become the most tranquil, for all living things were asleep, and only he was awake.
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With nothing better to do, he picked up the book chest and sorted through the spoils from his recent trip to Zhongnan Country.
First was a Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace.
Gui said that this furnace had an extraordinary origin, a replica of the sect’s treasure from one of the largest and most orthodox Daoist branches in Xuanhuang.
Throughout history, there have been many replicas of that sect’s treasure, but only nine furnaces come close in Grade and Divine Skill.
Three Thunder Furnaces, three Fire Furnaces, three Water Furnaces.
The Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace was one of the three Thunder Furnaces.
Moreover, Gui said, for him at this time, this furnace was the greatest treasure of the trip because it could be used to refine elixirs that could defy natural laws and change fate, to great effect.
This involved the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation that such fate-changing elixirs would attract, as well as the innate Thunder Resistance of the furnace itself; specific details were not elaborated.
Then there was the Li Ji Sword Pill, which could be successfully refined with a single “boom” in the final step.
But Zhao Rong always felt the “boom” mentioned by Gui wasn’t so simple…
According to the latter, this very Li Ji Sword Pill was extremely rare, even legendary, never having appeared in the official history of the Xuanhuang Cultivation World.
In history, only those Sword Cultivators whose Lifebound Flying Sword Divine Ability resembled the ancient Emperor Li’s were speculated to have used the Li Ji Sword Pill, but they never responded to such claims, leaving it as mere conjecture without confirmation.
And those suspected Sword Cultivators were almost always the Great Sword Immortals of their ear.
Sitting by the fire, Zhao Rong took a look around—utter silence, layered night sky, with only occasional chirps from the pitch-black forest slipping through.
Like a miser guarding his wealth, Zhao Rong carefully placed the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace on his lap, feeling its mild heaviness. He cradled the body of the furnace with one hand and lifted the lid with the other.
He let it fill with moonlight, waiting quietly.
Before long, Zhao Rong looked down, intently examining what was now a “moon-filled” Li Ji Sword Pill.
This could be the last of its kind in the world.
Using Gui’s words, it was as if Zhao Rong, the eldest son, had stumbled into enormous luck, and was truly up to being the prepared Sword Master. This fortune… it was half as impressive as its prime.
Zhao Rong looked up and surveyed his surroundings once again.
He always felt a bit anxious; the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace was still fine, but the key was the “bright moon” inside the furnace.
Just thinking about the milky white blood handprint on the body of the furnace under the moonlight that night…
Even though Zhao Rong considered himself a strong and bold man full of masculine vigor, he was somewhat unnerved.
Could it involve some bizarre and complex karma?
Could there be some kind of ancient and mysterious curse waiting for him?
Or perhaps he was just a pawn in a game set by a powerful ancient being who overlooks the mountains and rivers, meant only as a tool to deliver his goods to the doorstep, and once the resounding “boom” was over, his mission as a pawn would be complete, and he would be honorably out of a job.
Sigh, aren’t the protagonists in the novels from the bookstore always thrilled when they encounter treasures on their adventures?
Why do I feel so anxious then?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, raised his right hand, and glanced at his open palm, slowly clenching it into a fist.
It was because his own strength was still too weak; a common man bears no sin, but the bearer of jade incurs guilt.
With a strengthening resolution in mind, Zhao Rong shook his head, closed the lid on the furnace, put the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace back into the book box, and took out other items.
A golden core that was still “warm” to the touch, from the dantian of one named Qingjingzi, bore seven twisted and serpentine “cracks,” from which faint blue light emanated.
“Heh, it’s just a Seventh Grade golden core, these are Heavenly Traces, left by the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation when the core was formed. The more Traces there are, the poorer the quality of the golden core,” Gui’s voice came through lazily, as if he had just woken up.
“This is a low Third Grade golden core. If you ever managed to cultivate such a core, go find a block of tofu and bash your head against it.”
“Hey, where can I find such tofu that could even kill this young master?”
“Scram.”
“What use is this golden core?”
“It’s of no use to you now; at most you can use it to self-destruct before you die, taking your enemies with you. Hmm? In that way, it seems quite useful. Dying while pulling someone along, setting off a spectacular firework. Alright, later on, I will teach you how to detonate it.”
Gui’s voice sounded rather excited.
Zhao Rong, whose death fireworks show had been arranged by the Sword Spirit, was left speechless and inwardly cursed, calling him a madman.
Then there were the two types of Purple Energy, “Qingjing” (Purity) and “Wuwei” (Effortlessness).
“Wuwei” was currently with Gui, keeping him company and out of boredom.
“Qingjing” on the other hand, had turned into a white tassel on the Jade Token hanging on his waist, sitting there quietly.
A vestment robe called Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes, which had no use for now.
Last were the parting gifts given by Lin Wenruo.
Agarwood, Spirit Jade, an ivory paper knife, a blue and white porcelain brush washer, and two volumes of ancient books.
But among these, the Qi Nan agarwood and Lantian Spirit Jade were not needed at the moment…
Soon, the sky in the distance began to brighten.
Bathed in the early sun, Zhao Rong and his companions set off on their journey once more.
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One day.
The three of them arrived at a majestic border fortress.
In front of the hundred-foot-tall city walls, Liu Sanbian suddenly stopped.
He lifted his head and exhaled a breath.
“We’ve arrived.”
The sound was muffled.
