105 He’s Vengeful, She’s Vicious, You’re Greedy! 6 (1/2)

The entire process suddenly accelerated on its own initiative, leaving the young girl behind in a mindless haze.

The moment the spiritual essence gathered within the Bingfeng and Tianzong acupuncture points, An Fei had lost control.

By the time she had regained consciousness and her mind had recovered from its shock, the girl squinted her eyes to find a lotus petal of light hovering before her.

…it would be more apt to call it a blade of light than an actual lotus petal.

A snow-white blade in the form of a leaf remained stationary in the air before her. The blade lacked a handle or even a tang, the handleguard hovering level to her chest.

The entire structure appeared corporeal, yet real at the same time.

The blade was flickering with flecks of orange and cyan lights that raced along its length, and An Fei had the premonition that if she tapped it with her finger, it would instantly fall apart. The young girl frowned as she continued to inspect the shimmering blade with an inquisitive gaze, a conjecture slowly forming in her mind.

The blade… it seemed to be shimmering at a rhythmic pace….

Because of the muted, unearthly lights of orange and cyan distorting the exact appearance of the blade, it took An Fei several moments to realize.

However, now that she had adjusted her mind to the idea, the girl could indeed notice and observe that the blade flickered at a pace that was orderly and stable, but not constant.

It seemed to be following her heartbeat…

”But… a blade?” the girl mused, restraining the urge to tap the structure with her finger.

”Wasn't the , by its nature, supposed to produce a lotus petal?”

It was indeed odd, for the result to have diverged by such a margin from An Fei's expectations.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that the girl had cruelly stripped away the necessary mnemonics and phrases from the cultivation technique, but instead of a calm and placid lotus petal, the blade before her was revealing a faint aura of oppression and malice.

…did she mention that it was at the same time, exceptionally dull?

Releasing a fierce aura, but unable to deliver any tangible harm or serve its purpose. The discovery that the blade of light completely lacked both the edge line or even the edge itself was sufficient to cause the girl to wish to cry and laugh.

With this, perhaps she could blunt a person to death?

”Whatever, not like I want to become battle-crazed,” An Fei sighed, slumping onto the ground with a mixed sensation of exhaustion and exasperation.

The girl frowned at the stack of paper placed onto the drawing table, her eyes reflecting a meshed sea of thoughts.

”How am I supposed to even use this? The and this illegitimate child hovering in the air…”

An Fei released a huff of air, her mind flowing into overdrive as the girl attempted to recall yesterday's readings of the .

The was a technique designed for spiritual cultivation and martial arts. Thus, almost anything in regards to the technique had an almost certainty of association with spiritual qi.

Spiritual qi… the breath of nature that permeated the atmosphere and every naturally formed existence in the earth. Spiritual qi breathed life into certain existences, and engendered a certain level of sentience.

Cultivators practicing mortal cultivation assimilated the spiritual qi into their physical body, pressurizing and fusing spiritual qi into spiritual essence. Thus, as a natural byproduct, the practitioner themselves obtained a benefit.

Longevity, strength, agility, mental comprehension…

Spiritual essence was in its fundamental existence, propagated spiritual qi forced to compress into a denser existence.

Cultivation and martial arts utilized spiritual essence as the primary resource to their mind-dazzling ability to manipulate worldly phenomena to a certain limit… and spiritual essence, unlike spiritual qi, was obedient to the wishes of its host.

An Fei paused, her lips puckering up into a grim grimace.

In the end… everything had to do with spiritual essence. Then… controlling the size and shape of the rather large and useless blade before her… was it similarly possible?

”Come back!”

A young girl's cry resounded within the Archives of Time, an invisible ripple expanding outwards from her feet. However, An Fei soon released a despondent sigh, her bottom lip finally pushing outwards into a fabulous pout.

”Come back, please?”

The blade continued to hover in the air, unresponsive to her calls, gestures, and even wishes.