The nine little spheres varied in size. The large ones were like chicken eggs, the small ones like pearls. All were oval, their surfaces pitted and uneven. Only when Xiao Hua held the nine spheres in his hand did he discover that each bore tiny cracks, some of which even ran deep into the center of the sphere!
When Xiao Hua's divine sense swept over the spheres, it detected strange fluctuations of spiritual power within them!
"Th-this... Sword Pellets?" Xiao Hua suddenly recalled what Wu Nai had just said about the sword cultivators of Huan Country. Did those sword cultivators not nurture Sword Pellets within their dantians, give birth to flying swords from those pellets, and use a single flying sword to stand against ten thousand kinds of magic treasures, roaming freely between heaven and earth?
For some reason, ever since Wu Nai had spoken of sword cultivators, Xiao Hua had felt a longing deep in his heart—a longing to travel by sword. It seemed he had simply loved flying swords in his bones! And now, upon seeing these Sword Pellets and discovering through his divine sense that the spiritual power fluctuations within the nine pellets were linked to one another, clearly forming a complete set of Sword Pellets, he could not help feeling as though he had found something precious to him, seized by the desire to claim them for himself.
"But... these Sword Pellets... I don't know how to nurture them, nor do I know any sword-control arts?" Thinking this, Xiao Hua regretfully waved his hand, and the Sword Pellets floating in midair fell into the Small Pouch.
After putting away the Sword Pellets, Xiao Hua looked over the remaining fragments of magic treasures elsewhere. Unfortunately, regardless of their shapes or the strength of their spiritual power fluctuations,