Chapter 413: What Makes A Sword? (1/2)

Dinner had already been served, a bowl of gruel that had a bit of meat and vegetables. It wasn't an amazing meal but it was good and filling.

A simple dish with only salt and pepper.

Night watches were already formed as the craftsmen continued to work late into the night. Ming Yue walked around, greeting them as they came. As much as those children gave her peace, she couldn't help but think about her current situation. She sat down by the edge of the camp, watching the soldiers and crafters move.

”I no longer had Drifting Sky until after a year. It could become a weapon spirit but I would have to have the strength to wield it. Meaning I should train harder, focus on my cultivation. Practicing the Sword Dao would be difficult... but I'm nearly finished with ”Return to Simplicity”, next is ”Realm of a Hundred Swords. Actually no, this works in my favor, doesn't it?”

Thinking about it some more, she felt that not having her sword would be quite beneficial. Although she might not be able to complete her current stage, she could lay the foundations for the next one. After all, the next stage was no ordinary one.

Soon enough, she made up her mind.

”I will train and fight without Drifting Sky. A year will be long but it will prove to be fruitful.”

Standing up, her two beasts raised their heads to look at her.

”I'm going outside you two, do you want to come?”

Hearing her invitation, they responded with a yip and a chirp, staying close to her dutifully. The trio quietly meshed into the shadows as they left the camp and went out into the wild.

The environment here was much different than anything she had encountered.

It was a marsh, there was water everywhere, covered by a veil of grass. There was little ground and even less of it was dry. It was slippery and if one's judgment was wrong, they would find themselves drowning in the water. The grass itself was thin and short, brownish in color, and fragile. There weren't many trees but those that she saw had a strange shape, resembling that of a mushroom. And above all else, there was an immense number of insects, ranging from the common annoyance to the lethal.

Fortunately, Ming Yue had created a small field of lightning around them, practically zapping away constantly.

They moved through the area nimbly, taking light steps on the grass so as to not fall into the waters.

”I wonder if I can find one.”

The young cultivator moved from tree to tree, scouring the ground for something. Fortunately, what she was looking for was not rare or difficult to find. She just had to look and soon, her eyes locked onto what she wanted.

”There!”

Moving forward, she bent down and grabbed a broken branch, one thin enough and long enough to compare to her sword. She wielded it just like Drifting Sky, attacking the air and spinning it in her hands.

After several moves, she stopped and looked at the branch with satisfaction.

”This should do.”

As quickly as she left, she returned in the dead of the night and the night patrols saw her return. Walking up to her, they greeted the young cultivator.

”Fairy, welcome back.”

She looked at them and blinked her eyes, confused by the name.

”Fairy?”

The guards looked at each other before one of them stepped forward.

”That is your title, right? Ming Yue, the Fairy of the Moon?” they asked.

”Oh right, that...”

She remembered quickly about her embarrassing name before looking back to the guards.

”I just went outside for something.”

They looked at her before noticing the branch in her hands and pointing at it.