Ghost Sword! Luo Xiu!
The sword in Ye Jianjun's hand gleamed silver from hilt to tip, its edge razor-sharp. Engraved across the blade were scenes straight out of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and hell, with countless evil ghosts wailing upon it.
The moment this sword appeared, howling yin winds began to whip around them, cold enough to pierce bone. It was as though the evil ghosts crawling out of the frozen hell had descended upon the mortal world once more, bringing an icy chill with them.
"Ghost Sword! Luo Xiu!"
Lin Bai stared at the sword in Ye Jianjun's hand, his eyes narrowing.
Ye Jianjun chuckled. "Ghost Sword. I've searched the lands of Lingnan for three years, and only recently did one of my clones finally find its trail. That's how I obtained it!"
Lin Bai chuckled. "Your clones really are useful. Once separated and scattered throughout the lands of Lingnan, they're invaluable whether for gathering intelligence or collecting cultivation resources!"
"Yes. What a pity that you killed all ten of them." A trace of frost appeared in Ye Jianjun's eyes. "Do you know how much I paid to condense those nine clones?"
"Do you know how long I had to recuperate every time I refined a clone?"
"Half a year! An entire half a year!" Ye Jianjun said coldly. "Condensing a single clone drained one-third of my qi, blood, and soul power. I needed half a year of recuperation to recover!"
"After joining the Reaching Heaven Sword Sect, everyone said I kept a low profile and rarely went out. In truth... it was because I couldn't go out! After condensing a clone, I was far too weak. For those six months, I had to lie on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move even an inch!"