Lu Ye opened his eyes aboard the Star Boat, his face showing a faint trace of pain—the consequence of having a strand of Divine Sense severed. Yet there was not the slightest weariness about him. Instead, his eyes shone brightly, brimming with excitement.
Because he had discovered that subduing Fang brought him benefits far greater than he had anticipated.
Leaving aside the fact that Fang was a member of the Weapon Race and could gradually grow stronger along with its master, sparing him all manner of trouble when upgrading the Crag Mountain Saber in the future, Fang itself was an enormous treasure trove—a treasure trove waiting for Lu Ye to uncover.
Li Shang had previously said that the Weapon Race seemed capable of helping their masters grow, though she did not know exactly what that ability was.
Lu Ye had sensed something at the time and was about to investigate when Xu Dingyang and the others caught up, leaving him no time to look into it.
Not until the battle just now...
Since ancient times, Fang had followed many powerful masters. Without exception, those masters had all been Weapon Cultivators, and naturally, quite a few of them had wielded sabers.
Every one of those cultivators could be called a peerless genius. Their achievements far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. Many of them, even among Sunlight Realm cultivators, had been famous and terrifying figures—overlord-level powerhouses in their own right.
If these many powerful figures wished, they could leave behind an imprint within Fang. Rather than an imprint, it was more like a form of inheritance.
Just like Qing Li, whom Lu Ye had encountered earlier. What he had seen was not Qing Li herself, but merely the manifestation of the imprint she had left within Fang. The saber strike she had