Sword Spirit
Gu Qingshan stood there, stunned.
This sword had such an impressive history?
He'd only wanted to choose a weapon he liked. How had he ended up picking the sword once wielded by the Immortal Venerable—and one so powerful at that?
Judging by the Saint's reaction, she didn't seem upset. If anything, there was a faint trace of relief.
Hundred Flowers Fairy beckoned, and Earth Sword flew from Gu Qingshan's side up to the Ten Thousand Flowers Throne.
With a wave of her hand, Hundred Flowers Fairy raised a ward around the entire throne, cutting it off from view so Gu Qingshan couldn't see what was happening inside.
She caressed the long sword and said softly, "You're so powerful. With you alone, he could defeat many opponents. How could he possibly grow?"
A voice as weighty as a mountain came from the sword. "I'll seal away my power in layers. Each time his cultivation advances by a realm, I'll release some of my power. I'll keep doing so until he reaches the Spirit Transformation Realm. Only then will he gain access to my full power."
"Then there shouldn't be any problem," Hundred Flowers Fairy said.
"Take care," she said at last.
"You take care, too. And what happened back then wasn't your fault." The low voice rang out.
Hundred Flowers Fairy tried to smile, but couldn't. She only said, "The sect is gone now. Go on—go make a new history."
The long sword hovered in midair, its hilt dipping slightly toward Hundred Flowers Fairy. After a long pause, it slowly flew back.
Hundred Flowers Fairy waved her hand and lifted the ward.
Earth Sword flew back into Gu Qingshan's hand.
"This sword is too powerful, and others might covet it, so I've placed a restriction on it," Hundred Flowers