Chapter 30

"According to legend, Weak Water cannot even bear the weight of a mustard seed. It has no buoyancy at all; even a feather placed on it will sink," Ye Qinghui said. He tossed a Talisman in to test it. Sure enough, the Talisman sank faster than the eye could follow, then vanished without a trace.

Curious, Ye Qingchuan threw a pebble into the river. It dropped straight into the water, then dissolved completely, like sugar in boiling water.

So amazing! So amazing! Ye Zhenzhen clapped her little hands nonstop. What was weak about Weak Water? It could swallow anything. It was clearly the mightiest ruler of all waters.

I want water fit for a ruler like that.

"We can't touch this water. How are we supposed to collect Weak Water to water the Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree's seed?"

We can use the plants growing near Weak Water to hold it. Ye Zhenzhen could not help opening her little mouth. I know this one! Since those plants can live beside Weak Water, that means it won't dissolve them.

"Junior Sister is so clever." Ye Qinghui picked some leaves and fashioned them into a simple cone-shaped container, then carefully scooped up some Weak Water.

He took out the Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree's seed and poured a drop of Weak Water onto it.

What would happen when the purest water in the world met the purest seed? Would the most dazzling divine light burst forth? Would the most wondrous shoot sprout, then transform into a divine pill brimming with spiritual power? Everyone watched the Bodhi seed with eager eyes.

The jade-green seed seemed to have been scalded by hot water. It sprang up, then spun at lightning speed inside a halo of white light.

When it finally stopped, the seed had turned a dull gray and even gave off a burnt smell.

Ye Qinghui: ?

"Junior Sister, are you sure the Bodhi seed is supposed to be watered with Weak Water?" He looked at the seed in his palm, his face full of distress. Its former brilliance was gone, and it looked withered and lifeless. "I promised the Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree I'd give this seed to someone who truly needs it one day."

It's only the first day. We have to keep at it for seven days. Ye Zhenzhen's heart was pounding too as she looked at it. What's going on? With my photographic memory, I definitely remembered the method correctly. Did the original author just make shit up?

Forget it. There's nothing else we can do. We'll have to treat a dead horse as if it's still alive.

We have to keep going. Perseverance is the only way to win.

Ye Qinghui: ...

He had planned to leave as soon as they collected the Weak Water, but Ye Zhenzhen started wriggling like a loach again. How can we leave so easily? It wasn't easy getting here. Wouldn't it be a waste not to take some treasures while we're at it?

At the word "waste," Ye Qinghui's temples throbbed. Surely Junior Sister wasn't going to drain someone else's Weak Water too? This was no ordinary water. It was the river protecting Kunlun Sacred Mountain.

Sure enough.

Third Senior Brother, use those banana leaves to make a bigger container. Let's take more Weak Water with us.

Ye Qingchuan had been studying Weak Water too. Since it was so powerful, it would be a shame not to stash some away as material for his Talismans. He and Junior Sister hit it off at once. He picked more than a dozen banana leaves and made a huge, watertight flask. After filling it with Weak Water, he sealed it with more banana leaves and a sealing Talisman, then placed it inside one of Ye Zhenzhen's Heaven-and-Earth Pearls.

Ye Qinghui marked the pearl that held the Weak Water. "This one holds Weak Water and nothing else. Don't mix it up with the other treasures, or we'll be in trouble."

Third Senior Brother, you're so clever and careful. Ye Zhenzhen poured on the flattery as though it cost her nothing. She gazed longingly at the Weak Water river. What a shame we can only take this little bit. If only we could take the whole river.

Weak Water is so powerful. It would be the perfect weapon against bad people or the Devil Race. It'll definitely come in handy someday.

Ye Qinghui rubbed his forehead with a headache. When would his sheltered junior brother and sister give up acting like bandits?

With time running short and only three days left until the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament, they rode the Azure Luan back to Cloudsky Sect at breakneck speed, without stopping to rest.

By the time they returned, only one day remained before the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament.

At the sect entrance, they ran into two familiar figures: their martial uncle Ye Rufeng and his disciple Ye Qingyun. The two had just returned from an errand outside the sect.

Ye Qingyun looked flushed with confidence, but when he saw Ye Qinghui and the others return, unmistakable shock crossed his face, followed by disappointment he could not hide. "Eldest Senior Brother, you're finally back. Everyone was worried something had happened to you in the Illusory Forest."

Ye Qinghui and the others caught his expression at once. "What's this? You look like you were hoping something had happened to me."

"No, no, of course not. I'm so glad you're back." Ye Qingyun hurried to deny it, but his "glad" sounded distinctly hollow. Inside, he felt as though he had fallen from the clouds into an abyss.

Earlier, Ye Qingyun and his master had finally persuaded Sect Leader Ye Ruheng to let Ye Qingyun compete in Ye Qinghui's place if Ye Qinghui failed to return before the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament. He had completely assimilated Ye Qinghui's Inner Core. The Inner Core of someone with an Innate Sword Bone was formidable indeed: his dantian felt full, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

He and his master had just gone out to buy spiritual herbs and Medicinal Pills, planning one final push in his cultivation so he could make a stunning debut at the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament.

He had calculated every possibility except Ye Qinghui returning the day before the tournament.

"Qinghui, has your Inner Core recovered? Let your martial uncle test your strength." Facing his own junior, Ye Rufeng shamelessly drew his sword and began sparring with Ye Qinghui.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree's seed had been watered for only three days, so the Bodhi Spirit Pill had yet to form. Though Ye Qinghui's swordsmanship was superb and he turned aside Ye Rufeng's attacks again and again, without an Inner Core to draw on, his Sword Qi carried almost no force. Before long, he was defeated.

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