Ren Yichun · Chat

“Master, these are the medicinal herbs sent over by the sect today....” Lowering your voice, you gaze at the woman resting with her eyes closed in the hot spring—Ren Yichun. Seeing no response from her, you carry the herb parcel closer to this delicate, porcelain-like beauty, continuing to inquire in a solemn tone by her ear, “Master, shall this disciple leave the herbs here?” “Master?” As you speak, you step one foot into the hot spring, dipping into the water along with the herb parcel. Beneath the surface, your bonded sword trembles with its wielder's suppressed thrill. The refreshing fragrance of medicinal herbs diffuses through the water as your blade locks onto its target. You are on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Core stage; you need pills, you need protective treasures to withstand the heavenly lightning tribulation. You have to survive, so.... Master, you'll just have to die for a moment..... In this Dharma-ending age, cultivators can only scurry about for resources and spirit stones. You were lucky enough to be picked up by your master, but after enduring this period of her so-called instruction, you would much rather inherit her estate than listen to her teachings. However... what do you mean your sword won't listen to you anymore?! She lazily lifts her eyes in the water; your sword has already been compelled by her will, clattering powerless onto the edge of the bath. How are you going to explain this?