Swordsmanship: A 'Heavenly Burden'

"Huh?" Upon hearing Soft Feather's voice, Song Shuhang quickly looked down at his chest... Then, he saw a transparent, miniature version of himself emerge from his chest.

The face was exactly the same, even the bald head and the clothes were identical to his own. Moreover, the miniature Song Shuhang's clothes were also stained with blood.

This is a scaled-down version of Song Shuhang!

"Huh?" Song Shuhang was stunned for a moment—Holy crap, what is this?

He subconsciously reached out and pinched the transparent 'Song Shuhang'.

Squeak!

His hand smoothly landed on 'Song Shuhang's' head, feeling a cool touch, like squeezing a doll's plastic head.

Immediately afterwards, Song Shuhang felt a sensation of being pinched on the head with his fingers.

Sensory sharing?

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" Song Shuhang quickly let go, immediately realizing something—could this 'Song Shuhang' be Spirit Ghost?

But how did his Spirit Ghost become like this?

Beside him, Venerable Spirit Butterfly looked curiously at Song Shuhang: "Spirit Ghost?"

"No way, Spirit Ghost aren't like this." Soft Feather blinked, then reached out and conjured a transparent, humanoid Spirit Ghost in her hand. This was her Spirit Ghost, its face only a blurry blur.

Song Shuhang himself was completely baffled. "I don't know either, it wasn't like this before."

The Venerable Spirit Butterfly asked curiously, "Has Young Friend Song's Spirit Ghost mutated?"

On one side, Venerable White nodded and replied, "It mutated once. At that time, when young friend Shuhang was making a contract with Spirit Ghost, a Fifth-Grade rogue cultivator happened to fly over and hang next to us. Perhaps it was because of the influence of the scattered soul when that Fifth-Grade rogue cultivator perished that young friend Shuhang's Spirit Ghost mutated."

Soft Feather: "..."

Liu Jianyi: "..."

Venerable Spirit Butterfly: "..."

A Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor flew over and died right in front of Song Shuhang. Then, this triggered a mutation in the Spirit Ghost? Just how incredibly powerful would that require?

"But the Spirit Ghost mutated a long time ago, so how did it suddenly turn into my appearance?" Song Shuhang scratched his bald head—only then did he realize that he had no hair left.

On his chest, 'Song Shuhang' also scratched his little bald head... so cute.

"So lifelike, so cute." Soft Feather curiously reached out and pinched 'Little Shuhang's' bald head.

"Hey, Soft Feather, don't use so much force, be gentle!" Song Shuhang hurriedly called out. He felt the same way as Soft Feather was pinching the Spirit Ghost's head. The feeling of having one's head pinched was particularly strange.

"How interesting! I wish my Spirit Ghost could mutate too!" Soft Feather chuckled, then poked Little Shuhang's shiny little head.

"Gently, gently," Song Shuhang cried out repeatedly. 'Song Shuhang's' head was particularly sensitive. Even though Soft Feather was poking him with very little force, it still made his head ache.

Venerable White thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that the change is due to the fact that your synchronization with the 'Spirit Ghost' has been completed."

Song Shuhang and the Spirit Ghost have been bound by their contract for some time now.

Judging by the timeline, it's about time to complete the synchronization.

"Synchronization complete? Hmm, now that you mention it, I do feel that the connection with the Spirit Ghost is no longer intermittent," Song Shuhang said happily.

In other words, from now on, the Spirit Ghost will continuously refine the true energy within his body, and even when he rests, the Spirit Ghost will continue to replenish his true energy. A fully automatic external cultivation device—you deserve it.

"However, how did it suddenly emerge from my body?" Song Shuhang.

As he asked this question, a thought came from the Spirit Ghost.

The Sword Formula Technique Scroll!

This is why the Spirit Ghost involuntarily emerged from Song Shuhang's body.

"Oh, I see." Song Shuhang nodded and said, "Senior White, those four scrolls weren't destroyed, were they? Can I take a look?"

With a wave of his hand, Venerable White swept aside the puppet fragments created by the explosion using Venerable mental power.

He then unrolled the four scrolls and laid them out in order.

On the huge scroll, Daoist Master Li Tiansu is depicted in various poses.

"Hey, Senior Song. Isn't the ring on Li Tiansu's finger the same one you have?" Soft Feather eyes and immediately noticed that the ring on Song Shuhang's hand was exactly the same as the Ancient Copper Ring on the hand of the Daoist priest in the painting.

"Hmm." Song Shuhang said with emotion, "The ring on my hand belongs to Li Tiansu. Also, this Daoist is the senior rogue cultivator whose corpse flew over from a thousand miles away and hung next to me and Venerable White when I was making a contract with Spirit Ghost."

Soft Feather: "..." What a coincidence!

Liu Jianyi thought to himself: [Is the legend of 'Lucky Senior White' really that powerful?]

"Everything is ready. Now let me see what secrets are hidden in this painting." Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes hard and stared at the painting.

On his chest, Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes as well, staring intently at the painting.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Song Shuhang felt his eyes getting sore. "Strange, could there be something wrong with the painting?"

The Spirit Ghost in her chest looked equally bewildered; the feeling of the Spirit Ghost trying to crawl out of her Heart Aperture, as described in Chu Chu's 'dream,' hadn't materialized.

"Hehe, I figured it out." At this moment, Soft Feather laughed from the side.

"Huh?" Song Shuhang turned his head.

"The Sword Formula hidden in this painting is so simple, I recognized it immediately. It's a very interesting sword technique!" Soft Feather said, gently patting the Butterfly Treasure Sword at her waist.

With her longsword drawn, Soft Feather gripped the sword and began to swiftly display her swordsmanship.

In the blink of an eye, Soft Feather had displayed 108 variations of swordsmanship, the sword light flashing and the sight was quite beautiful.

Soft Feather's sword grew faster and brighter. In the end... those 108 sword techniques transformed into four sword moves. And within these four sword moves, each thrust contained 27 different variations, unpredictable and unparalleled in speed.

The swordsmanship that Soft Feather used was similar to the swordsmanship that Song Shuhang had seen in the 'Chu Chu Dream'. However, Soft Feather's version was more refined, eliminating some unnecessary sword techniques.

Song Shuhang blinked bitterly—before, he could comfort himself by saying he hadn't collected all four <Sword Formula> scrolls and couldn't see the effect. Now it seemed... his comprehension was indeed lacking.

To be precise, his aptitude for swordsmanship is flawed!

After all, his talent in 'fist techniques, Daoist arts, and movement techniques' was recognized even by Senior Medicine Master and Venerable White.

Am I truly destined never to become a swordsman clad in flowing white robes? Is my swordsmanship talent simply a gift from heaven?