Late at night, in the Daoist's dormitory.
Wang Jixuan finished meditating and rose, stretching slightly. The three-foot flying sword circling him trembled continuously like a spirit snake, then transformed into a silver-white Sword Pellet and slipped into Wang Jixuan's palm.
The Sword Pellet seemed tangible yet insubstantial. It sank and rose within his sea of qi, continuing to be nourished by the primordial spirit within.
The flying sword was complete.
But Wang Jixuan found that he was not as happy as he had expected, as though he had merely completed some small task he had already planned out.
And it truly was a small matter.
A cultivator relied on spells, talismans, arrays, techniques, pills, and artifacts for protection. This was merely a small aid from the path of artifacts.
With a flying sword, I can sneak in a few attacks against an S-Class Psionicist.
Daoist Wang felt refreshed, his mind at peace. Looking back on this cultivation session, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
His spiritual awareness instantly extended more than seven miles before immediately returning to his surroundings, bringing him a great deal of information.
Peony was hurrying back from downstairs, carrying a food container with a steaming bowl of egg noodles inside.
How did she know when I would finish cultivating?
Wang Jixuan found it a little strange, but did not dwell on it.
He walked onto the balcony and watched the late-night scenery for a while, waiting only for Peony to bring back the noodles so he could feast.
From now on, this poor Daoist must eat less. Once I complete Foundation Establishment, I can enjoy such culinary pleasures again.
Unfortunately, the noodles came with an industrially produced fried egg. The nutrition was sufficient, but the taste was ultimately just a little lacking.
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