The abandoned cannon fodder girl's path to immortality

Chapter 249 Sword Spirit Awakens
“Fellow Daoist Zhou, I will find someone to continue your Dao.”

Chen Jinshu sighed softly, her eyes glistening with a misty light.

She suppressed the surging bitterness and carefully put the wooden box deep into her storage ring.

She then entered the quiet room, her spiritual energy swirling slightly, and her figure vanished from the spot.

Inside the Spirit Plant Space.

Chen Jinshu cast the Sweet Rain spell on the spirit field for a moment, then sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo house and began to cultivate the "Azure Wood Transformation Technique".

Then one could see the rich spiritual energy of the surrounding plants flowing into the meridians, nourishing the golden core.

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

With a hum, a resounding clang of swords rang out.

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Jinshu, who was in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

Then they saw that the ice-blue spirit sword not far away was shaking violently, its blue light flickering, as if something was desperately trying to break free from its interior.

"Clang!" The Yinshan Sparrow took flight alertly, its eyes fixed on the icy blue spirit sword that exuded a remarkable sword aura.

The next moment, a soft "pop" sound was heard.

A much more solidified blue phantom suddenly broke free from the sword and hovered in mid-air; it was the spirit of the Xuanqiong Ice Sword.

At this moment, nourished by many spiritual items from Chen Jinshu, it was no longer the weak three-inch sword it had been before. Its body was now over a foot long, and the edges of the sword's illusory form flowed with a cold light like ripples of water. Its origin had obviously grown much stronger.

However, there is still a small scar at the tip of the sword, resembling a crack.

"Ha ha……"

The sword spirit emitted a sound similar to panting.

The sword tip swayed left and right in a human-like manner, as if adapting to the much more solid body. The voice still carried the childishness of a young child, yet it was full of vigor.

"Feels so good! This spirit sword is so nourishing! And that spirit-replenishing liquid is amazing!"

It excitedly spun in the air, sending up a trail of icy shards, then its tip pointed precisely at Chen Jinshu, and it exclaimed joyfully:

"Any more? Bring some more! I feel like if we replenish them, it'll be fixed soon."

Chen Jinshu watched it bounce around expressionlessly until the jubilant blue light almost shone on her face before she coldly spoke.

"Gone."

The sword spirit's spin abruptly stopped, hovering in front of her.

"……Gone?"

The frequency of the blue light flashing slowed down.

"Gone."

Chen Jinshu repeated, his gaze fixed on the sword spirit, which had recovered considerably and seemed to have truly gained more of the aura of a divine sword.

"Giving you a second-tier spirit sword is already an exception, and third-tier spirit-repairing liquid is even more precious. Do you think treasures for repairing the spirit body are something that can be obtained anywhere?"

The sword spirit's blade drooped slightly, and the blue light seemed to dim a bit, making it look somewhat aggrieved.

"But...but I'm not fully recovered yet! My essence is flawed, so how can I help you defend against enemies in the future? How can I unleash even more powerful sword techniques?"
You haven't mastered the 'Nineteen Forms of Falling Sound' yet, have you? I have others! Even more powerful ones! How about a sword formation that incorporates musical rhythms?

The sword spirit's figure swayed rapidly around Chen Jinshu, as if trying to win her back with its considerable allure.

"After sleeping for so long, you just open your mouth and ask for things? Is there such a cheap thing in the world?" Chen Jinshu shook his head slightly and interrupted decisively.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. One 'Nineteen Forms of Falling Sound' is enough for me to comprehend. As for helping you..."

Then, a faint smile curved her lips, and she said in an extremely matter-of-fact tone, "Bring something in exchange. Valuable information, a long-forgotten secret location, a lost elixir formula..."

The sword spirit hovered after hearing this, its blue light slightly contracting, as if it were pondering.

Chen Jinshu didn't urge it, but just watched it quietly.

Since the sword spirit has recovered quite a bit, its memories must have been restored as well.

Those things hidden in her memory might have some unspeakable benefits for her.

About half a cup of tea had passed.

The blue light on the sword spirit suddenly flickered violently, emitting a low hum of unknown meaning.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much... so many... fragments..."

A multitude of fragmented thoughts began to awaken in its mind.

Chen Jinshu noticed the elusive aura emanating from the sword spirit, her gaze narrowing slightly. Instantly, she held a newly refined "Soul-Suppressing Pill" in her fingertips, in case the sword spirit went berserk.

It seems that there will be some pain during the memory recovery process.

Suddenly, the sword spirit abruptly stopped.

All the chaotic light converged inward, coalescing into a straight, sharp, and tangible beam of azure light.

"I remember now! Northwest of Medicine King Valley... Yes, northwest! Not far from here!"

"Medicine King Valley?" Chen Jinshu asked in surprise, not expecting that there would be fragments of Medicine King Valley in the sword spirit's memories.

Chen Jinshu knew little about the origins of Medicine King Valley, only that it had been passed down for over three thousand years and had gradually transformed from a minor sect into a sacred place of spiritual plants whose quality surpassed that of the five continents.

"Do you know the origin of Medicine King Valley?"

"Humans! This Medicine King Valley was even born before me," the sword spirit said leisurely, having already stabilized its previous unstable state.

Chen Jinshu then learned about the origins of Medicine King Valley from the sword spirit, and his longing for the art of enlightening spiritual plants grew even stronger.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a primordial spiritual root in the Eastern Region called the Remnant Branch of the Jianmu Tree.

Upon falling to the ground, the immense essence of the Wood element it contained merged with the earth's spiritual veins, giving birth to the boundless Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits.

The plants and trees here, inspired by the remnants of the Jianmu tree, gradually developed sentience and could even transform into human form to walk, tend to the spiritual fields, and care for all kinds of plants.

A powerful rogue cultivator known as "Master of a Hundred Herbs," later revered as the "Ancestor of Medicine," stumbled upon this valley. Observing the wondrous sight of plants transforming into spirits, he attained enlightenment and created the supreme secret technique "The Scripture of Spiritual Plant Transformation." He then founded his sect here, marking the beginning of Medicine King Valley.

Furthermore, relying on the inherent advantages of Wanling Valley, the quality of spiritual plants within the valley is unparalleled in the five continents, and it is especially skilled at refining miraculous pills that enhance spiritual consciousness and repair the foundation of one's Dao.

However, three thousand years ago, the Blood Moon Sect, a major sect in the Central Continent, coveted the "Spiritual Plant Enlightenment Scripture" and joined forces with various other forces to launch a strong attack on Medicine King Valley.

The nineteenth generation of the Medicine Ancestor activated the remaining branches of the Jianmu tree to trigger the Ten Thousand Trees Formation and repel the enemy. However, due to excessive consumption of his own essence, he could only seal the mountain gate and become increasingly vigilant against the outside world.

Until eight hundred years ago, a "Heart-Drying Plague" that devoured the life force of spiritual plants swept through the Eastern Region. The twenty-first Valley Master of Medicine King Valley used his own essence and blood as a catalyst to fuse with five-colored soil to create "Purifying Dew," which saved millions of acres of spiritual fields and earned him the title of "Savior Medicine Master."

Medicine King Valley was thus deeply loved by various sects, and people left the valley as a result. Now, the Valley Master's 800th birthday is approaching.

At that time, Medicine King Valley will surely become a grand event renowned throughout the world.

"There is a dark rift valley called 'Black Rift Valley'! When I was still sleeping in the sword box, I vaguely sensed the 'qi' there."

The place is filled with a deathly aura that lingers for a long time; it must be hiding something good.

It might be 'Yin Marrow Jade'

Based on current calculations, it must be at least a thousand years old!

"Yin Marrow Jade?" Her face remained expressionless, and her voice was still calm, but she was already quite interested.

"This item is exceptional in nourishing the soul and stabilizing the spirit, especially suitable for a cold or damaged soul. It is indeed a great tonic for you. You are quite the schemer."

Chen Jinshu sneered and immediately saw through the sword spirit's little scheme.

This sword spirit just wants her to be the treasure it uses to retrieve and restore its sword spirit form. Does it really think she's some kind of clueless idiot?
"You already know about people. But this is indeed the closest resource location I can recall. I'll tell you about the other places when you pass by, okay?"

The sword spirit wasn't annoyed that its thoughts had been exposed; it simply became more obsequious, as if afraid that Chen Jinshu would no longer provide it with the spiritual items needed to repair its sword spirit body.

"That's fine."

"But how can you be sure that thing is still there? And how do you retrieve it? That place doesn't sound safe."

Yin Marrow Jade is formed from the Yin energy of the earth's veins after thousands of years of sedimentation. It is extremely Yin and pure, and has a miraculous effect on nourishing the soul and repairing Yin-attribute magic treasures. It is also an excellent base material for refining high-level puppet substitutes or cultivating Yin-attribute spiritual fields.

Although she had previously obtained the ebony, it only provided the material for the puppet's structure; the core marrow jade was not easy to obtain.

Moreover, if her Mysterious Female Treasure Furnace absorbs this substance, it may be able to create another Mysterious Yin Spiritual Field outside of the Purple Gold Thunder Field, cultivating even more wondrous Yin-attribute spiritual plants that are beneficial to divine consciousness.

Chen Jinshu remained calm and composed, while the sword spirit rapidly rose and fell. Upon hearing Chen Jinshu's reply, it immediately flashed with blue light in delight.

"It's definitely there! Those treasures formed from ley lines and yin veins can't escape unless someone digs them up or the ley lines collapse! As for how to get them..."

"Don't you have that powerful furnace?"
That furnace projection can freeze space for a moment! Taking advantage of that momentary freeze, with your cultivation level, breaking through the surface layer of yin and death energy to directly obtain the core jade marrow shouldn't be difficult! As long as you're fast enough!

"Moreover, that place is deathly still, and ordinary cultivators avoid it like the plague. Nobody even cares about it!"

It's definitely a case of the blind being blind to one's own shortcomings!

The risks of acquiring treasure are much lower than trying to snatch food right under the noses of those major sects, right?

“Write down every detail you remember: the location, the terrain, and the possible entrance to the burial site.”

Her voice wasn't loud. She raised her hand and threw a huge stone slab in front of the sword spirit, her tone carrying an unquestionable decisiveness and imposing power.

The sword spirit had barely finished speaking when it was trembling with fear at the sheer force of the aura.