Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Chapter 98 is relatively "capable of fighting".

Always plan for the worst-case scenario, be prepared for any eventuality, and think things through thoroughly. Everything that follows can then be seen as gradually turning for the better.

For example, right now.

When the couple's eyes fell on the pavilion, they were both startled, and then their hearts trembled.

A human figure suddenly appeared under the eaves outside the pavilion.

The figure was somewhere between reality and illusion, its color like a watercolor painting, ethereal and uncertain—not human!

Although it did not deliberately exude any pressure, its very existence inspired awe in people's minds.

Seeing the two women standing respectfully to the side, the identity of the person in front of him was self-evident.

The couple immediately composed themselves, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. They quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply outside the pavilion, their posture even more humble than before.

"Junior Wang Heng (Zhou Yuan) of Miaoyin Sect, with my daughter, pays respects to the senior."

Lu Jianghe's spirit materialized from the clouds into a human form and took its seat in the pavilion.

"No need for formalities."

After speaking, his gaze turned to Yan Ruyan.

The latter immediately understood and summoned the whisk from his storage bag.

Lu Jianghe's Yin Spirit made a fist with one hand, and two pills instantly appeared between his fingers.

The pills were filled with spiritual energy; they were the few leftover pills from the previous "White Bone Regenerating Flesh" refinement.

With a casual wave of his hand, the pill and the whisk floated together in front of Wang Heng and his wife.

The second sentence he uttered startled the two of them so much that their eyelids trembled.

"This pill was made by my own hands. It has a miraculous effect on healing injuries. As long as it is not a fatal injury such as the destruction of the heart or the head being separated from the body, it can heal ordinary serious injuries in a short time."

As for this whisk, I obtained it by killing a Nascent Soul cultivator. You may choose either one as a return gift.

Compared to the real body.

The Yin spirit became increasingly refined.

In this state, Lu Jianghe seemed to have completely abandoned all emotions and desires, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

His words revealed not a trace of emotion.

At this moment, his state of mind was infinitely close to that of Lu Jianghe, who was at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Wang Heng and Zhou Yuan exchanged a glance; they had no doubt about the truthfulness of their senior's words.

Such straightforward language.

Are you serious?

Both of them were quite experienced, but this was the first time they had ever encountered such a situation.

Wang Heng said in a flustered manner, "Your generous gift is far too precious. I have come to pay my respects only to offer my congratulations, and I have no intention of returning the favor. I dare not accept it."

Lu Jianghe, the Yin spirit, sat there, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"What, you don't like it?"

A seemingly casual remark, yet it felt like a cold wind sweeping through their very souls.

The couple felt a sudden chill run down their spines, and even their breathing became labored.

Despite the turmoil in her heart, Zhou Yuan said respectfully, "Then this junior will dare to take these two pills."

He then placed the two pills into the jade box and put them into his storage bag.

Lu Jianghe nodded slightly, "It's just a matter of reciprocity. If you don't accept it, I'll start to suspect that you have some enemies and need me to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Zhou Yuan's hands, which were holding her daughter, were trembling slightly.

This joke isn't funny.

Upon seeing this, Wang Heng felt somewhat relieved, but cold sweat still seeped from his forehead.

"This junior would never dare to have such presumptuous thoughts."

Yan Ruyan casually recalled the whisk and played with it in her hand.

Xin Ruyin simply watched quietly from the side without saying a word.

The Yin spirit waved its hand, "This is a manifestation of my divided soul, ultimately different from my true self's presence. Though not devoid of emotion, it is almost a state of selflessness. You need not be so reserved; just treat it as ordinary."

Wang Heng replied earnestly, "With your extraordinary abilities, senior, you are not inferior to ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, and even to the Twin Saints of the Star Palace."

Since the opponent was able to kill someone of the same level, he was very likely a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert.

It should be noted that while the Nascent Soul stage monsters may have varying levels of cultivation and different qualities of magical treasures, their mental fortitude is unmatched by ordinary people.

There are countless instances of life and death in battles between Core Formation stage cultivators.

However, it is extremely rare for a battle between Nascent Soul stage monsters to actually end in life and death, with each side killing the other.

Unless—it's a huge gap that spans one or two major realms.

Lu Jianghe shook his head slightly, "Stop with the flattery. As for strength, I might as well call myself a fighter."

With his current strength, he would most likely lose to Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing unless he fought to the death.

If we only consider the winner and loser, the odds are 20/80.

Fighting and killing each other, that's fifty-fifty.

If Lu Jianghe emerges from seclusion and reaches the Golden Core stage, the situation will be different.

In his Yin spirit state, Lu Jianghe truly had no intention of hiding anything and disdained to lie.

When he said he was good at fighting, he really meant he was "very good at fighting".

Even if one accidentally falls into the river of time, the realm one once possessed will no longer exist.

But ultimately, he is not someone that ordinary cultivators can compare to, especially since he is a pure sword cultivator.

Aside from those few Nascent Soul cultivators in the human realm, Lu Jianghe isn't afraid of encountering anyone right now.

The baby girl in Zhou Yuan's arms was deeply attracted by the strange ink-wash figure not far away, her dark eyes staring at it without blinking.

She neither cried nor made a fuss.

Her pink little mouth opened slightly, emitting a tender "ee-ya" sound.

At this moment, Zhou Yuan seemed to realize something belatedly. She gracefully bowed and said in a melodious voice, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation, "I have come here for two reasons. First, to personally deliver my daughter's first birthday banquet invitation to the two fairies. Second—and secondly, I also harbor a wishful thought that if you were to emerge from seclusion, I would be grateful if you could bestow a name upon my daughter, so that she may receive some blessings and be blessed with a peaceful and prosperous life."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyan and Xin Ruyin, who were standing nearby, both narrowed their eyes slightly.

This is by no means as simple as elders naming their juniors in ordinary families.

Even in mortal dynasties, it is an immense honor for an emperor to bestow a name upon his subjects.

Moreover, this is the world of cultivation.

To receive a name personally bestowed by a Nascent Soul cultivator is tantamount to having an invisible protective talisman.

In the future, when this woman travels in the cultivation world, simply by spreading the word that her name was bestowed by a Nascent Soul senior and that she has such a powerful figure behind her, ordinary cultivators will not dare to easily make a move against her, and their actions will naturally be much smoother.

The pavilion fell silent for a moment.

Wang Heng and Zhou Yuan's hearts jumped into their throats, and they dared not breathe.

If you refuse, you should refuse. It shouldn't lead to a falling out, right?

Wang Heng pondered to himself.

The baby girl babbled and stretched out her two pink little hands, reaching towards Lu Jianghe's Yin spirit as if she wanted a hug.

This sudden action broke the stagnant atmosphere.

Zhou Yuan instinctively wanted to pull her daughter's little hand back, but she was afraid that making too big a move would be abrupt.

"I'm not afraid of life."

The matter was settled in one sentence.

The surrounding air seemed to flow again, returning to nature and normalcy.

Lu Jianghe looked at the baby girl in Zhou Yuan's arms and said slowly, "The spirit of the Purple Mansion is born from the condensation of immortal artifacts."

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"From now on, let's call her Wang Ning."

This statement came out.

Although Xiao Wang Ning was too young to understand the meaning of the words, she giggled in her mother Zhou Yuan's arms, her little body twisting happily from side to side, as if she were extremely satisfied with the name.

"Wang Ning————"

Zhou Yuan repeated softly, her eyes suddenly bursting with immense joy.

"A wonderful name! Thank you so much for bestowing this name upon me!"

Wang Heng was overjoyed and pulled Zhou Yuan to perform a grand ceremony.

"On behalf of my daughter Wang Ning, I kowtow to express my gratitude for your great kindness."

Yan Ruyan and Xin Ruyin exchanged a glance, both catching a hint of undisguised surprise in each other's eyes.

Upon their first meeting, Senior Lu actually bestowed a name upon a baby girl in swaddling clothes?

Yan Ruyan's mind raced.

Born into a powerful clan of cultivators, she was accustomed to deceit and the exchange of interests.

I know all too well that there is no such thing as good fortune that comes out of thin air.

Even seemingly insignificant gifts often involve unseen causes and consequences.

Those two elixirs that can "regenerate flesh from bones" are in no way inferior to the pair of Warming Jade in certain life-or-death situations.

Senior Lu casually gave it away and easily bestowed a name upon it; his "ease of communication" completely overturned her preconceived notions about cultivators.

However, Yan Ruyan immediately thought of either returning the elixir or bestowing a name upon the baby girl.

It all started because they accepted the pair of Wen Shen jade pendants.

If I had insisted on refusing at the time, given Senior Lu's personality, he probably wouldn't have bothered to do it.

Such thoughts rippled through my mind, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples.

She subconsciously looked up at Lu Jianghe's Yin spirit.

A glint of light seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Like a spring breeze gently rippling the surface of a lake —

After speaking, the ink-wash spirit rippled like smoke and clouds, then faded and disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, Xiao Wang Ning pouted, her pink face scrunched up, and she suddenly burst into tears, sobbing pitifully.

Zhou Yuan quickly hugged her daughter tightly, gently rocking the swaddled baby while softly coaxing, "Oh, little Ning'er, don't cry, don't cry—"

Wang Heng stood to the side, his face showing a great deal of respect, but deep in his eyes was a sense of relief and even a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

What we gained from this trip far exceeded our expectations!

This was simply a stroke of good fortune, with heaven and earth conspiring in perfect harmony; things went incredibly smoothly.

Wang Heng was filled with excitement, and an idea quickly took shape.

When my daughter is a little older, I can let her play and wander around the cave from time to time, because children are innocent and naive.

Since the senior is willing to bestow a name upon Ning'er, he must have some goodwill towards her. Surely he wouldn't refuse an innocent child.

This relationship can then be sustained and deepened imperceptibly.

Yan Ruyan stepped forward, her expression subtle. "Congratulations to Sect Leader Wang and Madam Zhou on achieving your wish."

As cultivators at the Core Formation stage, there is no distinction of seniority.

However, the subtle mockery of the couple's utilitarian mindset was evident in his words.

Wang Heng adopted an even more respectful posture, "It is all thanks to your favor, senior. If the two fairies ever need my help in the future, all kinds of cultivation materials, spirit stones and pills from the Miaoyin Sect will be given to you at a 30% discount."

A faint smile appeared on Yan Ruyan's face, not reaching her eyes, but only hovering on her lips.

"That won't be necessary. What others give you is never as reliable as what you earn yourself."

Wang Heng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

The profits from sect trade inherently require bribing various parties and being distributed among multiple layers.

This 30% discount almost completely relinquishes the meager profits of the Miaoyin Sect itself, nearly giving away the cost, and may even result in a loss.

I thought this was a great show of sincerity, but I never expected the other party to reject me so decisively.