Battle of Destiny?

"This... I hadn't absorbed Worldly Essence for a long time, so I took a little... too much!" Perhaps because Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense had been staring at it for so long, the ball of purple light deep within the First Sword Meridian—Zi Ling—stammered out an explanation.

But before Ye Zhen could react, Zi Ling, under the watch of his Spiritual Sense, erupted.

"Didn't I just take a little of your Worldly Essence? What's there to make such a fuss about? Was that really necessary?"

"I've helped you so many times, and you won't even let me absorb a little Worldly Essence to replenish myself?"

"When you used me, I never said a word. Now that I've absorbed a little of your spiritual power, you can't stand it? Is that how you treat me..."

Listening to Zi Ling's barrage of attacks, Ye Zhen rolled his eyes hard.

"Please, I only found the source of my spiritual power loss. When did I ever blame you?"

"Then why were you looking at me with that expression?" Zi Ling sounded indignant.

"Can't I even look?"

As he spoke, Ye Zhen held up two fingers toward Zi Ling. "Twenty percent. Do you understand?"

"Only twenty percent? That's far too little! Forget twenty percent—even all of your spiritual power wouldn't be enough for one mouthful from me!" Zi Ling was deeply dissatisfied.

"Little by little, it adds up. If I'm finished, I doubt you'll fare much better. I need to raise my cultivation quickly lately. At most, twenty percent!" Ye Zhen said.

"All right..."

As Zi Ling nodded, the spiritual power that had originally rushed straight toward the First Sword Meridian the moment it entered Ye Zhen's body suddenly dispersed considerably and began settling into his dantian.

The sentient sword radiance Zi Ling, which Ye Zhen