Love Travels through Time (My father who traveled through time and space to cultivate immortality came back to pick me up) - Chapter 94
Chapter 94: Spiritual Crane
Tian Kuang seemed to agree with her words deeply, trembling with excitement inside the sword casket.
That’s right! Make the Emperor get down on his knees and call you daddy!
“What are you so happy about?”
Xiang Haikui couldn’t understand it. Its progress bar had already been completely maxed out long ago, and it wouldn’t level up any further.
Although it could still absorb mad intent, the amount currently accumulated inside the sword was enough for her to transform hundreds of times over.
Tian Kuang didn’t care about that at all, trembling even more intensely.
Xiang Haikui almost seemed to hear it say disdainfully: Do you really think I instigate you every day just because I’m craving that bit of mad intent to level up?
Having gone through generation after generation of sword masters, have I ever lacked mad intent?
Besides, once you Joining the Dao, I will separate from you, reset back to zero, and wait for the next unlucky bastard. Reaching max level is completely meaningless to me.
In my life as the sword Tian Kuang, I have only one ultimate goal—and that is to stir up trouble!
Xiang Haikui: “…”
—
At first, Yin Changli thought she was risking her life to go to Jing Ran’s side, enduring the pain just to save Qi Yin.
Looking at her expression now, he realized he had worried for nothing.
Xiang Haikui continued to persuade him,
“This is a God-given opportunity—we absolutely cannot let it slip by!”
Yin Changli naturally knew it was a good opportunity.
He had already thought of it even before she brought it up, but he had immediately rejected the idea.
“Can you really face him with composure now?”
He took a skeptical attitude.
“I can,” Xiang Haikui guaranteed.
Originally, she had also thought she couldn’t.
Now, what she thought instead was: Why can’t I?
Was Jing Ran really that important?
Not in the slightest.
How many mountains seemed impossible to climb, yet once crossed, were nothing more than a mound of dirt behind one’s back?
How many dead ends that seemed impossible to break out of back then, looking back on them now, only made oneself realize what an absolute idiot one had been?
“Really, far from feeling like I’m enduring humiliation for a greater cause, I’m actually looking forward to it very much,” Xiang Haikui emphasized.
“I feel that teasing the Emperor and stealing things right under his nose will make me far happier than stabbing him to death with a single sword stroke.”
Yin Changli fell silent for a moment. “This matter is no small thing. Allow me to think about it.”
Xiang Haikui reminded him, “Don’t think too long.”
“Mm.”
This thought yielded no further updates.
It was not until several hours later, when the Blood Asura searched the palace thoroughly and returned.
“If we want to go back, the only path is indeed the one to the Upper Realm.”
The companion spirit seemed to let out a subtle laugh.
Yin Changli pointed at Xiang Haikui and asked, “Blood Asura, relying on your Dream Sword, can you open a passage to send her back?”
He agreed!
Xiang Haikui instantly perked up with energy.
The Blood Asura was slightly stunned.
“What do you mean, send her to the Upper Realm?”
Xiang Haikui said, “That’s right, I’m going to blaze the trail for you guys!”
“No!”
The companion spirit must have guessed what Xiang Haikui wanted to do, displaying an extremely resistant emotion.
When the Blood Asura went to search for the exit, it had been at a stalemate in mid-air with Yin Changli the entire time.
Although Yin Changli had pulled back a portion of his strength, the tug-of-war between their spiritual energies remained.
Its tentacle-like long hair, which had been continuously fluttering under the impact of spiritual energy waves, unexpectedly all drooped down at this moment.
“If you do this, the Emperor will definitely suspect the Xuantian Mirror, and I might lose my nourishment,” it said.
Yin Changli said, “I am asking him, not you. I only need to suppress you, so who else can you possibly manage?”
Xiang Haikui also said, “It is a certainty that you will lose your nourishment.”
Having already learned the truth, Little Bai would definitely not touch the Xuantian Mirror ever again.
The Blood Asura also gradually figured out what Xiang Haikui wanted to do, and the words “Are you crazy?” almost blurted out of his mouth.
On second thought, remembering she was the master of Tian Kuang, he felt it was quite normal again.
After some deliberation, the Blood Asura said, “It’s worth a try.”
Yin Changli shook his head.
“Your answer lacks too much confidence.”
The Blood Asura immediately patted his chest.
“No problem!”
Yin Changli smiled.
“Alright.”
Xiang Haikui raised an eyebrow.
“Then let’s go.”
“Wait, actually there is another path to take,” the companion spirit spoke up again.
“Although the passage is connected to the Xuantian Mirror, a rift exists between this nightmare prison of mine and the Nineteen Continents in the neighboring Three Thousand Great Worlds. I am willing to expend my magic power to send you out of the nightmare prison and into the neighboring world. With your abilities, Yin Changli, it shouldn’t be difficult to return from next door, right?”
Eh? Isn’t this precisely the initial goal of entering the dream world?
Pity that now Xiang Haikui had a far more important matter to attend to.
Yin Changli said, “Little Kui…”
Xiang Haikui interrupted in time,”I am going to steal my master’s array disc. Don’t try to persuade me, there won’t be any result.”
“But…”
“Regarding my wish to return to Earth for retirement, there will always be a way in the future—were those not your exact words, Senior?”
Yin Changli sighed, knowing he could no longer persuade her.
“Alright.”
Xiang Haikui pointed at Jueshi Gaoshou and A-Mu, looking toward the companion spirit.
“The two of them happen to have strayed here from the neighboring world. Why don’t you send them back home instead?”
The companion spirit flicked its sleeve, seemingly angered, “Since you insist on your own way, why should I expend my magic power?”
Yin Changli intensified his suppression against it, “Then shall you and I settle the score regarding Shuluoye?”
Companion Spirit: … “It seems that if I don’t expend this magic power, it won’t do.”
…
The companion spirit knew how to adapt to the situation, agreeing to send these two people from another world out of the nightmare prison first.
Yin Changli was not afraid of it playing tricks either, directly withdrawing his suppression against it.
Floating in mid-air alone, it began to form the array.
Yin Changli descended to the ground, landing beside Xiang Haikui, still repeating that same line, “Have you thought it through?”
“Do you really think that as long as you ask enough times, you can shake my resolve?” Xiang Haikui had said it eight hundred times already.
“Young lady,” before parting, A-Mu finally couldn’t help asking, “is the sword inside the casket on your back from the Ruwo Sword Sect of our world?”
“Yes,” Xiang Haikui looked back at him, then pointed at the Blood Asura, “his Dream Sword is too. It’s just a different series. My Tian Kuang belongs to the Twelve Divine Swords. All these swords floated over from your world a long time ago…”
“So it’s Tian Kuang.”
A-Mu’s eyes brightened slightly as he looked at the sword casket.
After listening to her finish, he revealed a sudden realization.
“No wonder four of the Twelve Divine Swords went missing, leaving no trace for many years.”
A-Mu hurriedly said to Jueshi Gaoshou, “Why don’t you ask them if Tianyan already has a master?”
Xiang Haikui was puzzled, “Hmm?”
Jueshi Gaoshou knitted his brows, “Our Flower Demon clan is naturally born with a scent, but after cultivating into a human form, the scent dissipates. However, I have a nephew named Jueshi Fenghua. He is the child born between my sister and a mortal. He was born in human form, without any demon lineage, but…”
“But he was born with an unusual fragrance. Most people who smell this scent end up developing favorable feelings toward him…”
Xiang Haikui listened in astonishment.
Could this be the legendary heartthrob constitution?
Jueshi Gaoshou rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
“Because he could not distinguish who was genuine with him and who was simply bewitched by the fragrance, he became extremely distressed over this. He has been searching all over the world for a way to remove the fragrance, and has been missing for many years…”
“When Big Brother Jueshi brought this up with me, the first thing that came to my mind was Tian Yan, one of the Twelve Divine Swords,” A-Mu continued after him.
“Just like how flower demons emit a scent that makes people fond of them, the Tian Yan Sword is quite the opposite. Its sword intent carries a ‘foul stench’ that makes people hate it, causing the sword’s master to be like a rat crossing the street, despised by everyone.”
Xiang Haikui slapped her forehead.
Sure enough, not a single one among the Twelve Divine Swords was reliable.
A heartthrob cultivating Tian Yan—combining the two together might actually produce miraculous results.
“But Tian Yan isn’t here,” Xiang Haikui spread her hands.
“Only three of the Twelve Divine Swords floated over back then: Tian Kuang, Tianbao, and Tianren, and all of them already have masters.”
The Blood Asura switched hands to hold his sword,
“Indeed, I have never seen the Tian Yan Sword.”
“Tian Yan isn’t here with you?”
A-Mu was somewhat surprised.
“But the time Tian Yan disappeared seems to be at the exact same time as Tian Kuang and the others.”
“It is here,” Yin Changli spoke up.
Xiang Haikui and the Blood Asura turned to look at him together.
After the surprise passed, they originally wanted to ask “where is it,” yet for some reason felt that if it was “here,” it was definitely in Yin Changli’s hands.
Sure enough, they heard Yin Changli smile.
“How coincidental, the Tian Yan Sword was collected by me.”
Xiang Haikui: …
Blood Asura: …
The two of them stared blankly as he raised his arm, first putting on a glove for himself.
Then, flipping his palm upward, a jet-black long sword materialized.
Stench filled the sky.
The facial expressions of several people all contorted.
A-Mu: “This is Tian Yan?”
Even though he knew beforehand there would be a foul smell, he hadn’t expected it to be this stinky!
Xiang Haikui nearly gagged.
This sword looked as if it were molded out of rotten mud from a stinky ditch, sticky and wet, with black mud continuously dripping down from the blade.
It was definitely one of the Twelve Divine Swords.
The moment Tian Yan appeared, Tian Kuang became exceptionally violent and restless.
The Blood Asura dry-heaved and pinched his nose.
“Haven’t people always said there were only three divine swords? Why is there another one? And why have we never seen its master?”
“Because its name is Tian Yan,” Yin Changli said regretfully.
“Even its companions despised it, so the senior who sent the swords over separated it from the other three and buried it underground to wait for someone fated.”
Hearing the words “buried it underground,” Xiang Haikui’s eyes flashed, and she asked via voice transmission: “Did you dig it up when you were mining?”
Yin Changli: “When I was sent by the Celestial Clan to do hard labor.”
That was when he was still very young, Xiang Haikui asked again: “Stored away until now?”
He actually didn’t give it away?
Yin Changli coughed softly: “I practiced with it myself.”
Xiang Haikui: ?
Yin Changli’s smile held a bit of embarrassment: “It’s true. At that time, I only wanted to escape from the hands of the Celestial Clan. When I dug up the Tian Yan Sword, I believed it was a turning point, a life-saving straw that I had no choice but to grasp.”
Xiang Haikui fell silent.
She understood this feeling; it was the same when she obtained Tian Kuang.
Fearing she might misunderstand something, Yin Changli explained: “The Tian Yan Sword carries a foul stench, but the sword master doesn’t have a stench on their body. It is merely the sword intent emitted that makes people dislike the sword master. Aside from that, the difficulty of cultivating it falls far short of your Tian Kuang.”
“The drawback is merely not being liked by people?”
“Mm.”
“No wonder,” Xiang Haikui stole a glance at him.
“No wonder there are so many people who hate me?” Yin Changli didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“You misunderstood. I reached max level and Joining the Dao long ago, separating from Tian Yan. My being annoying isn’t caused by it.”
It was just that during the process of cultivating Tian Yan, Yin Changli discovered that the more others hated him, the faster the sword’s growth rate would be.
With his clan destroyed and home lost, he wanted to grow rapidly, and passively irritating people could no longer meet his needs.
He began to take the initiative, training himself to possess a full array of skills that made people dislike him.
After he separated from Tian Yan, he no longer needed to irritate people, but over the years it had long become a habit that he couldn’t break even if he tried.
So he simply stopped changing.
It was quite nice.
Xiang Haikui rubbed her chin.
Turns out there was a reason behind the youth turning into a dog man after all.
Yin Changli handed the sword toward Jueshi Gaoshou.
“I have collected this sword for many years. Now that I have met someone fated, I shall gift it to your nephew.”
Looking at that sword dripping with black mud, the blue veins on Jueshi Gaoshou’s temples twitched, and he made no movement for a long while.
A senior gifting a sword was a noble gesture; if he also put on a glove to receive it, wouldn’t that be somewhat inappropriate?
But as for this sword, he really couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on it.
Gritting his teeth, he still accepted it and hurriedly stowed it away into his storage bracelet.
In an instant, every single item inside his bracelet was corroded into useless scrap.
Compared to a divine sword, they were not worth mentioning.
He cast a spell, cleansed his hands, and cupped his fists.
“I thank Senior on behalf of my nephew.”
“I advise your nephew to think it through carefully,” Xiang Haikui couldn’t help saying.
…
When the companion spirit activated the array to send them away, Yin Changli asked the Blood Asura.
“Do you want to go along with them and broaden your horizons in the neighboring world?”
The Blood Asura waved his hand.
“I haven’t even understood our own world yet, what horizons am I going to broaden in a foreign world? Besides, the world is probably about to fall into chaos again. As a Sword Venerable of the ‘righteous path’, I have to contribute some effort at least.”
His tone carried a rare hint of composure, and Xiang Haikui said, “Do you know what I am going to do?”
“Steal the sealing array disc of the Shanhai Clan?”
“As a human, far from stopping me, you even seem to want to help me. Compared to Han Qi, your ideological awareness is lacking,” Xiang Haikui teased.
Blood Asura: “It is indeed impossible to compare with Han Qi, but I have lived most of my life in dreams—all kinds of dreams from all kinds of races. I have also experienced countless nightmares. In those nightmares, I have seen plenty of Han Qi and the Emperor, but I have never seen Yin Changli.”
He said this line via voice transmission to Xiang Haikui, not letting Yin Changli hear it.
Xiang Haikui raised her brows: “I see. Senior Blood, we are spirits of the same feather.”
“Right? I also feel that meeting you, young lady, is like meeting an old friend!” The Blood Asura suddenly gained energy and continued via voice transmission. “How about this: why don’t the two of us swear brotherhood as siblings?”
“Ah?” Xiang Haikui was caught off guard by this sharp turn.
“Senior, between the two of us, our ages…”
“Haven’t you heard of a friendship that transcends age gaps?”
The Blood Asura didn’t care in the slightest, even stealing a glance at Yin Changli.
“Some people’s age is enough to be my grandfather, yet they still want to be your husband.”
Xiang Haikui suddenly realized: “Oh! You don’t actually want to be my big brother—you want to be Senior Yin’s big brother, don’t you?!”
The Blood Asura gave a bashful laugh: “How could that be.”
Yet in reality, that was precisely what he was plotting.
Becoming a stumbling block on Yin Changli’s road to pursuing his wife was probably hopeless given his lack of ability, so why not help him succeed in pursuing his wife and become his brother-in-law instead!
“Well, how about it?”
“Not a chance.”
Xiang Haikui was not taking the bait.
…
After the companion spirit sent A-Mu and his companion away, it was Xiang Haikui’s turn.
Returning once again to that secret chamber embedded with copper mirrors, she still entered alone.
The necessary precautions to keep in mind had been repeated by Yin Changli many times, and he had already anticipated hundreds of potential problems in advance.
Yet when Xiang Haikui left the nightmare prison and entered the Palace of Heavenly Deities through the passage, she still felt it was too easy.
Although Yin Changli’s eyes were full of worry, he had still agreed too quickly.
After all, in his eyes, doing this was undoubtedly sending her into a pit of fire.
There was only one scenario where he would possibly act like this.
Could staying in the nightmare prison perhaps be even more dangerous than going to the Emperor’s side to steal her master’s array disc?
Xiang Haikui couldn’t figure it out. Could the companion spirit still be harboring some hidden plot?
However, since Yin Changli had agreed to let her go steal the array disc, she only needed to focus on this single task.
…
Inside the Palace of Heavenly Deities.
After the Xuantian Mirror lost its radiance, Jing Ran waited on the spot for a long time before returning to his original position to continue meditating.
His mind, however, could no longer settle down, speculating what deep meaning lay behind the Xuantian Mirror’s current behavior.
Not knowing how much time had passed, the Xuantian Mirror underwent an unusual movement once again.
Jing Ran immediately stood up.
He saw the mirror surface gradually become shrouded in a layer of light mist. Afterwards, as if a sharp sword had sliced an opening through its middle, the mirror surface began to tear open, and a burst of light shot outward from beneath the mirror.
The piercing light made him shift his gaze slightly.
Once the light gradually softened, on the steps in front of the Xuantian Mirror stand, a figure rapidly condensed into shape—it was precisely Xiang Haikui.
She looked identical to the phantom that had previously appeared inside the mirror.
Separated by a distance of thirty feet, the two were like two stone statues, motionless and silent, so much so that even the air seemed to freeze.
Jing Ran kept his back straight, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
Conversely, Xiang Haikui, the intruder, had a very casual posture and a rather idle look in her eyes.
Jing Ran spoke tentatively, “Mirror Spirit?”
Xiang Haikui walked unhurriedly in his direction, “Otherwise?”
“Where would the Xuantian Mirror get a mirror spirit?”
The confusion in the depths of Jing Ran’s eyes could not be concealed, unsure if he was asking her or himself.
“I have never heard my royal father mention it.”
“This seat has always been here. It is only that all things have their set time; this seat finds it inconvenient to meddle too much in secular affairs, merely offering you all occasional pointers.” Xiang Haikui kept her hands behind her back with an air of absolute composure as she came before him.
“Not to mention that your ancestors have never disappointed this seat. Who would have thought that by your generation, the Celestial Clan would face the crisis of extermination? This seat had no choice but to…”
Leaving half of the words unsaid was the best way to display the demeanor of an expert.
Yin Changli had taught her this.
Jing Ran didn’t say whether he believed it or not, his divine sense tracing her inch by inch.
“Then why do you look exactly like Xiang Haikui?”
Setting aside the physical body, even the aura was identical, without the slightest difference.
Had he not witnessed her emerging from the Xuantian Mirror with his own eyes, he would have definitely judged that it was her in person beyond a doubt.
“You ask me, but I’m looking to ask you.”
Xiang Haikui looked up and stared at him, letting out a cold sneer as she extended a finger, pointing the tip of her fingernail toward his heart.
This location had once been fiercely pierced through by her Tian Kuang.
Short by just an inch of distance, Jing Ran took half a step backward, a trace of guard passing through his dark eyes.
“Ask me what?”
Xiang Haikui pulled her arm back and said with a cold face.
“This seat is a strand of Heavenly Dao consciousness and originally had no physical body. Just now, when this seat condensed a physical form, the person seen through the mirror was you. It should have condensed into your form, so how did it turn into this appearance?”
This passage had also been taught to her by Yin Changli; it took her half a day of reciting just to memorize it.
When faced with a question that was hard to answer, throw an ambiguous question back and let Jing Ran figure it out himself.
At any rate, filling in the blanks regarding the “Mirror Spirit” was their strong suit.
Jing Ran’s expression at this moment showed that he was indeed pondering over it.
Xiang Haikui said no more, bypassing him to walk toward the outside of the hall.
Jing Ran questioned from behind, “Where are you going? What, can you leave the Palace of Heavenly Deities?”
A “spirit” usually could not stray too far from its original body.
Xiang Haikui paused her steps. Yin Changli had instructed her on a set of explanations, but for a moment, she couldn’t recall them.
“Mirror Spirit?” Jing Ran felt she was becoming increasingly strange.
“This seat sensed it just now, and indeed, I cannot stray too far from the Xuantian Mirror.”
Xiang Haikui turned her head and walked back, stepping directly up the stairs and lifting the Xuantian Mirror from its stand with both hands.
Why bother thinking of explanations? Wouldn’t picking it up and carrying it away settle everything?
Carrying it wherever she went, once she stole the array disc, she could immediately recite the incantation to establish contact with the interior of the mirror—wouldn’t escaping be even more convenient?
Her actions were done in one smooth motion before Jing Ran could even stop her.
His pupils couldn’t help shrinking; ever since the Palace of Heavenly Deities was constructed, the Xuantian Mirror had never once left its stand.
Before he could even react, Xiang Haikui had already tossed the Xuantian Mirror over.
“Catch.”
Then, taking huge strides toward the outside of the hall, she called out in a tone like she was addressing a servant.
“Follow this seat.”
Outside the doors of the Palace of Heavenly Deities stood countless palace maids and guards.
Seeing the doors open, they dropped to their knees one after another.
Looking down at the feet, they realized it was not the Emperor, but a woman.
After lifting their heads, everyone’s expressions changed drastically. Only the royal family had ever been allowed to enter the Palace of Heavenly Deities—why would a mortal woman walk out from within?
The secret guard recognized Xiang Haikui.
The bloody scene in that room in Bian City was still vivid in his mind; he nearly lost his mind in fright.
Revealing his form, he still did not dare enter the Palace of Heavenly Deities, only kneeling at the entrance and shouting: “Emperor?”
After a moment of dazed astonishment, just as the guards were about to seize Xiang Haikui, they saw Jing Ran walking out carrying a copper mirror.
He was safe and sound, though his eyes revealed a touch of bewildered confusion.
Jing Ran shook his head, signaling them not to make a fuss over nothing.
The crowd instantly quieted down; those who should conceal themselves concealed themselves, and those who should kneel knelt.
Xiang Haikui walked ahead with head held high and broad strides, the corners of her mouth curling up in delight.
Why be so cautious?
Since when did Heavenly Dao Daddy need to be cautious with anyone?
…
After Xiang Haikui left, the companion spirit said weakly, “It will suffice for the rest of you to keep watch. I have overexerted myself and need to continue in secluded cultivation…”
The moment it turned to leave, Yin Changli instructed the Blood Asura.
“You stay and guard.”
He caught up with the companion spirit, following behind it.
Down a long corridor, the walls on both sides were embedded with crystal-clear spiritual stones.
However, because Xiang Haikui had previously transformed into a flood dragon here and slain numerous monsters, the surface was already pockmarked and uneven.
The floor was also full of craters.
The companion spirit walked ahead, its footsteps never stopping.
“Are you afraid that I might run away?”
Yin Changli’s lips curled into a smile.
“You cannot leave this nightmare world; I am very at ease.”
“Oh?”
The companion spirit had no facial features, making it impossible to pry into its expression, though its voice sounded somewhat playful.
“Then do you mean to keep your eyes on me out of fear that I still have another passage connected to the Xuantian Mirror to tip off the Emperor?”
“You won’t,” Yin Changli said without a second thought.
The companion spirit’s footsteps actually paused slightly.
“How do you know I won’t?”
Yin Changli reached out to touch an indentation on the wall left by the swing of the flood dragon’s tail, “Because you can’t wait for Little Kui to smoothly steal the array discs back and rescue all of my clansmen.”
Companion Spirit: “I have no relationship whatsoever with your Shanhai Clan…”
Yin Changli interrupted: “However, I only wish to rescue a portion of them. Those who are difficult to control, I do not intend to release them, whereas you do.”
Xiang Haikui could not distinguish which array disc belonged to whom; she needed to steal all of them and bring them back for Yin Changli to identify before opening them.
“When Little Kui returns from the Xuantian Mirror, you will tamper with the passage,” Yin Changli’s tone grew colder and colder, revealing a bleak killing intent.
“While killing Little Kui, you will destroy all the array discs at the same time.”
The companion spirit suddenly let out a laugh.
“And then? Am I hoping for the world to fall into great chaos and more nightmare energy to surge in, causing this place to collapse prematurely? As a companion spirit, I will die along with it.”
Exiting the corridor and arriving at the main hall, Yin Changli’s figure flashed, abruptly moving from behind it to stand in front of it.
The companion spirit was forced to halt its steps by him.
Yin Changli enunciated every word clearly.
“That is true in theory, but when you hold the Heavenly Martial Arrow in your hands, you will not die.”
The companion spirit looked suspicious: “Heavenly Martial Divine Arrow?”
Seeing it play dumb, Yin Changli continued on his own.
“I believe that when you initially connected to the Xuantian Mirror, you only wanted to obtain some power. You never thought of inciting a war, because a war brings you a hundred harms and not a single benefit. However, after you entered Shuluoye’s dream and discovered the existence of the Heavenly Martial Divine Arrow, other thoughts sprouted within you.”
“You wish to obtain this divine arrow. When a massive amount of nightmare energy surges in and turbulence becomes rampant, you can use the divine arrow to pierce through the barrier between the nightmare prison and the real world, causing both sides to gradually assimilate. That way, you need no longer worry about the nightmare prison collapsing, you can gain longevity, and you stand to benefit immensely…”
“Your vital energy is heavily damaged right now, and you are forced to enter secluded cultivation—isn’t that precisely due to stealing the arrow’s power?”
The companion spirit shook its head.
“Yin Changli, if you want to frame someone, you can always find a pretext. I have never heard of any Heavenly Martial Divine Arrow.”
Yin Changli did not argue with it. He raised his arm, and a small paper crane faintly shimmering with light landed in his palm.
“Do you know what this is?”
It was the soul force that Yin Changli had expended effort to extract from Xiang Heng’s primordial soul.
Crafted by him into a soul-chasing crane, it was prepared to be used to track down the “thief” who had stolen the power of the Heavenly Martial Divine Arrow from within Xiang Heng’s body.
“Whether you stole it or not, one test will tell.”
Knowing full well that danger lurked on every side, Yin Changli had still nodded to let Xiang Haikui go steal the array plates, intending to send her away.
He had to unmask this “thief” first, judge whether it was truly Xiang Haikui’s mother, Shen Yun, before thinking about anything else.
Hopefully it wasn’t.
Hopefully.
Yin Changli’s slightly trembling finger traced a circle before his chest.
The spiritual crane at his fingertip instantly flapped its wings, turning into a burst of fire that charged toward the companion spirit.
