No Need to Choose

In Chen Fei's courtyard at the Yuan Chen Sword Sect, there was a meditation cushion. He would usually sit on it whenever he cultivated.

Chen Fei's cushion had been woven from spiritual grass. It would automatically gather and absorb vital energy each day, though the effect was not particularly strong—better than nothing, at most.

At the same time, that cushion could calm the mind and steady the spirit. The effect was not strong either, but it was still better than having nothing.

Every Aperture Refining Realm cultivator in the Yuan Chen Sword Sect owned such a cushion. Since they were made only from ordinary spiritual grass, they were not particularly valuable.

Still, they did have some effect. Accumulated over the years, the gains were fairly considerable.

Since it was not expensive, keeping one around could never be a loss.

Yet the cushion before Chen Fei now contained no vital energy whatsoever. A cushion like this had been placed inside the secret chamber of Sword Return Tower's main peak—no matter how he looked at it, it seemed strange.

Chen Fei stood to one side, his gaze repeatedly sweeping over the cushion while his Spiritual Power probed it without pause. Yet he still could not detect anything unusual.

Both his eyes and his mind clearly told Chen Fei that this was simply a bundle of ordinary straw.

Chen Fei pondered for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the cushion.

A faint chill spread up from beneath the cushion. Chen Fei's thoughts, which had been somewhat unsettled by the slaughter, gradually calmed along with that coolness.

A trace of surprise appeared in Chen Fei's eyes. Setting everything else aside, this mind-calming effect alone already surpassed the cushion in the Yuan Chen Sword Sect.

Or rather, the two were not comparable at all.

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