How Could Ants and Frogs in a Well Know the Vastness of Heaven and Earth?
Swish, swish, swish.
Bang bang bang.
The sword flashed several times.
Interspersed with several muffled thuds as hands landed on his body.
The boy suddenly stopped moving.
"If this is the only way you can do it, then don't disturb my peaceful cultivation."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the cabin.
"You're still too weak; you can't move it."
The system spoke.
"Watch closely, I'm going to show you something."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Suddenly, a palm materialized above this place.
The hands weren't too big, just the right size to hold a person completely.
The boy's steps suddenly stopped.
The next moment, he suddenly pointed out with a sword finger.
Brush.
A flash of sword light, and it struck the palm.
This time, the hand was clearly not the illusory image it had been before.
However, the moment the sword shadows collided, they exploded with a deafening roar.
But the palm seemed completely unaffected.
"This is to retrieve the sword for my master!"
A system notification sounded.
The next moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed at the boy's figure.
A serious expression suddenly flashed across the boy's face.
However, it did not choose to dodge.
He suddenly stomped his foot and charged towards the palm strike, abandoning his youthful form and revealing his original appearance.
A sword.
To be precise, it is the true form of the Blade Spirit.
As he moved, countless sword shadows seemed to spring up in the void, slashing towards his palm along with his own.
Boom boom boom!
A terrifying roar erupted instantly.
The void collapsed one after another.
However, that giant hand remained firmly still.
Bang bang bang!
With a sudden clench of his fist, the illusory image of the longsword shattered one after another.
The terrifying sharpness, which seemed capable of cleaving the very heavens, suddenly vanished, returning to silence.
With his hand clenched, the sword spirit was firmly trapped within.
"Who exactly are you?!"
The sword spirit's voice rang out, extremely solemn.
Who I am is not important.
The system said:
"All you need to know is my master's name, Lu Changzhi, and from now on, you will work for him."
"Don't even think about it."
The sword spirit spoke decisively:
"The Dao-Severing Sword will never have another master!"
"Really."
The system spoke, but it was clearly not surprised; it simply said:
"You are indeed not weak, but the path my master is destined to take is beyond your imagination. Therefore, you only need to work for my master, you don't need to acknowledge him as your master."
"When my master no longer needs you, he will return your freedom."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword spirit said coldly:
"Even if I don't acknowledge my master, what difference does it make if I'm forced to live under someone else's roof? I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the system interrupted him:
"Think it over carefully. If you perform well, you can complete what your master almost accomplished back then. In fact, if your master remembers you, it wouldn't be difficult to bring him back."
"Impossible!"
The sword spirit suddenly said:
"My master is gone... how can he return!"
"Well."
The system sighed softly:
"Ants and frogs in a well, how could they know the vastness of heaven and earth?"
"I've said it before, the paths my master can take are beyond your imagination."
As he spoke, his hand clenched tighter:
"Having experienced it firsthand, don't you realize it?"
The sword spirit suddenly fell silent.
After a long silence, he slowly said:
"What you're saying, can you guarantee it?"
"I don't need to make any promises to you," the system said.
"I told you, it depends on your performance."
"Also, let me remind you, the master enjoys life. You don't need to bring these things up yourself, so as not to trouble the master. He will take care of them when the opportunity arises."
After he finished speaking, there was another moment of silence.
"Okay, I promise."
The sword spirit spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his palm, and the sword spirit returned to the void.
Upon closer inspection, the traces of the Dao-Severing Sword can be clearly seen, but there are also some differences.
At that moment, a scroll emitting a faint light suddenly flew out from the void and arrived in front of the Dao-Severing Sword.
"What's this?"
Looking at the Dao-Severing Sword, one sees incomprehensible runes all over it, square and neat, with varying structures, resembling an ancient and mysterious language.
"A contract is no guarantee without words," the system said.
"Send a wisp of your sword intent into it; if you harbor ill intentions in the future, this will send you ten thousand miles away."
The Dao-Severing Sword did not move, but carefully observed the characters on it.
After a few breaths, he channeled his sword intent into it.
Suddenly, a bright light shone from the scroll, lasting for a few breaths before returning to normal.
"Alright."
A system voice sounded, and then the scroll with the three large characters "Contract of Indenture" printed on it at the top was put away.
"Finally finished."
The system spoke softly, asking Zhong Ming's system:
"Wasn't your boss amazing just now?"
Zhong Ming's system light flickered up and down.
"OK."
The system spoke a sentence, then murmured in a voice inaudible to others:
"It was worth all the effort I put in. It should be installed correctly now. It will be much more convenient for her to do chores from now on."
"But I'm really tired, I need to get some rest when I get back."
As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade.
When you have limited strength, it's important to use it wisely.
Actually, it's something you can carry by yourself with a little effort.
However, since Zhong Ming's system didn't start working together, it was ultimately a bit lacking.
As for Xiao Ye's Tongtong, it had already been concealed when he went to borrow the Dust-Cleansing Sacred Fruit.
Hidden Origin Peak.
Zhong Ming did not build a courtyard for himself.
Instead, they dug a hole.
The craftsmanship is good; it has a door and a window.
At this moment, he sat Jingjing in the pit, his mind focused on the system.
"Oh, right."
Zhong Ming suddenly remembered something and checked the system's notification log.
Then, he revealed a look of "as expected".
"As expected, no reward was given for this crucial event involving the Xiang Clan."
At that moment, he picked up a pen and wrote in the system:
"System, why did the critical event disappear without any reward?"
In critical events, there is no such thing as success or failure; there will always be some reward.
He had previously inquired with the system and was assured that the reward would be issued within three days at the latest.
Now, three days have passed.
After writing.
Zhong Ming waited Jingjing.
One breath, two breaths, Sanxi...
Zhong Ming's expression grew increasingly puzzled.
"Before, they would read my message but not reply. Now, why don't they even read it anymore?"
I waited a while longer.
Nothing has changed.
Zhong Ming gently shook his head:
"Forget it, I'll use the returned cultivation points first. Maybe the system will read them after I've used them all."
At that moment, Zhong Ming focused his mind and began to use his restored cultivation.
Time flows slowly.
Zhong Ming's cultivation level increased rapidly.
Although he is currently at the Saint King Realm, each breakthrough requires an extremely large amount of cultivation.
However, the ancestors of the Xiang Clan were incredibly helpful.
A significant amount of cultivation power was returned.
On the other side, Lu Changzhi, who had nothing to do, noticed the change in Zhong Ming's aura and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"This system that allows you to gain cultivation by digging graves is just too overpowered."
"At this rate, if we dig a little more, I won't even have time to settle into the Saint Venerable realm before I'm already at the Saint Emperor Realm."