"Master, could you borrow some spiritual energy?"
"How much?"
"Not much, just ten percent."
"... Do you think the spirit stone is a sugar-coated haws that you can borrow at will?
Chu Xuan sat cross-legged on the huge rock of Tingxue Cliff, with a withered blade in his mouth, and the mark on his brow flashed like a broken neon light. Ling Qingxue stood with her arms crossed, her white dress fluttering in the mountain wind, with the words "I'll see how you weave it." written on her face.
The young man spread his hands, looking innocent: "It's not a free loan, there's interest! I'll return you two strings of sugar-coated haws, extra-large."
The woman flicked her ice finger, and the coldness hit his forehead: "Less, settle the accounts first - shared cultivation, you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"
"Take responsibility to the end! Chu Xuan slapped his chest with a snap, "Daoqi new Feature, how can you know if it's a scam without trying it?"
Ling Qingxue raised her eyebrows, half-smiling: "If you do, I'll throw you into the Spirit Spring for three days and three nights."
"Deal!"
Their fingertips touched each other, and the golden and blue light met, and the mark of the covenant lit up at the same time, like a pair of lighthouses responding to each other. Chu Xuan felt a cold but vast spiritual power flowing down his fingertips into the meridians, and wherever it passed, the walls of the meridians were instantly expanded and quickly repaired by the power of the Dao Qi, numb and sour, like soaking in a boiling spiritual spring and then being stuffed into an ice cellar to rinse back and forth.
Boom --
Boyish aura soars straight up: Foundation Building two, three, five... Rush all the way to the peak of the seventh level of Foundation building, and then stop with a lingering sense of satisfaction. He raised his hand, condensed his ice and fire spirit power into a long knife, and swung it casually --
"Whoosh!"
Ten zhang away, a huge rock of black ice, three men high, was cut in the middle by the wind of the sword. The upper part slipped to the ground and the lower part was still standing, the cut smooth like a mirror. When the mountain wind blew, the cut cracked with a "crack", and the fine lines were like a spider web.
Chu Xuan was stunned: "I just waved it casually... So fierce?"
Ling Qingxue's beautiful eyes also flashed with surprise: "I only share 10%, and your combat power has soared to 180, if you go all out..."
"Stop!" The young man hurriedly waved his hand. "If I had more, my meridians would explode. Now it's enough."
He looked inward at his dantian. On the lotus table, the golden pill body trembled slightly, and the ice-blue lines on the surface became more and more distinct, like a delicate lace on the lotus seed. The shared spiritual power did not overshadow the main one, but gently surrounded the golden core like a loyal guard.
"What about the cooling?" "Ling Qingxue asked.
Chu Xuan closed his eyes and sensed it. After a moment, he stretched out two fingers: "Two shared intervals, at least six hours, and it must be voluntary for both sides. Forced extraction will backbite."
"An equal contract is not an empty promise." The woman nodded slightly, a look of relief in her eyes.
Yet the sharing is not over --
Chu Xuan suddenly frowned, and a blurry picture flashed across his mind: thousands of miles of ice fields, howling wind and snow, an ancient seal faintly visible, in the center of the seal, a woman's back in white clothes stained with blood, it was Ling Qingxue!
"Master, you..." The young man opened his eyes, a flash of doubt in his eyes. "Is there still a wound deep in your heart?"
Ling Qingxue's fingertips quivered slightly, but quickly concealed it, and said in a casual tone: "Little things from the old year, nothing to talk about."
Chu Xuan wouldn't let it go, grabbed her wrist and lowered his voice: "It's not a small matter concerning you. Where is the seal? I'll help you unseal it."
The woman lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing her emotions. After a while, she sighed softly, "The deepest part of the secret realm of Kunlun." If you really want to help, go in alive and come out alive."
"Deal." Chu Xuan grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, "the sugar-coated haws are enough, the seals are also unsealed."
Ling Qingxue was amused by him, her icy face melted like the first wisp of rosy light rising from the snowfield. She raised her hand, her ice finger flicking his forehead: "Take care of yourself first, don't let your inner demons gnawed you to the bone."
"Don't worry, I have good teeth, gnawing on the mind is like gnawing on sugarcane."
They looked at each other and laughed, and the mountain breeze blew, fluttering their sleeves. In the distance, the setting sun sank into the sea of clouds, and the last ray of golden light on the horizon landed on the young man's shoulder, as if gilding him with a layer of armor.
Yet, beneath the snow-covered cliff, a figure in grey slipped away, his fingertips crushed the passing notes, his voice hoarse --
"Target power 180, shared function confirmed, plan changed, start early."
The night wind, with an unknown murderous intent, rolls towards the mountain peak.
On the cliff, the young man, unaware of the approaching storm, is busy bargaining with his master --
"By the way, how is shared interest calculated? Are two strings of sugar-coated haws enough?"
"... Keep arguing and double the interest."
"All right, shut up!"
Just as the setting sun was swallowed by the sea of clouds, the night spread out like a piece of silk soaked in ink. On the top of the listening snow cliff, the ice crystals reflected a deep blue, making the two figures standing side by side stand out conspicuously - one with sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, the other as cold as ice, yet both tacitly did not mention the word "down the mountain".
Chu Xuan was still playing with the newly acquired "shared interest" - two strings of sugar-coated haws, extra-large, crystal clear. He took a bite of the half and mumbled, "Master, shall we take advantage of the heat and try the reverse sharing again? I'll lend you my cultivation and let you experience what it's like to build a foundation at the second level."
Ling Qingxue raised her eyebrows, half-smiling: "I have reached the Great Perfection of Spirit transformation. What's the use of the second level of Foundation building experience?"
"To experience the sufferings of the common people." The young man said with confidence, "So that you don't always complain about my slow cultivation."
Are you slow? Four days to solidify the elixir embryo, the fastest in Qingyun's history." The woman hummed, but still stretched out her fingertip. "Let's try it, only ten percent. If there's too much, my meridians will feel cramped."
The golden and blue light met again, but reversed - in the young man's dantian, the ice and fire spiritual energy was pumped out like a water pump and gushed into the woman's meridians. Ling Qingxue's breath dropped sharply from the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation all the way to the second level of Foundation establishment, and a hint of novelty flashed in her ice eyes: "So... That's the perspective of the second level."
She raised her hand, and a wisp of ice mist condensed from her fingertips, as thick as a chopstick, and couldn't help laughing: "The spiritual power is as thin as water."
Chu Xuan blushed all over his face like an orange cat that had stolen too much cat food: "Master, this one of yours... It's too full, isn't it? I'm about to explode!"
"You deserve to be greedy." With a flick of her ice finger, the reverse sharing came to an abrupt halt, and the cultivation surged back like a tide, each returning to their place.
Both of them heaved a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and laughed - like two children who had just stolen candy, both excited and satisfied.
Yet the laughter had not dissipated, Chu Xuan's forehead suddenly burned, the mark of the Dao deed emerged on its own, and in a flash of golden light, a blurry image was projected in mid-air
The wind and snow howled, and the vast expanse of ice.
An ancient seal stands above heaven and earth, with a woman in white sitting cross-legged in the center, her long hair stained with frost, it is Ling Qingxue! She was exhausted and covered with ice crystals, as if she were about to shatter into dust at any moment.
Beyond the seal, the black mist swirled and transformed into countless chains, attempting to drag her into the abyss.
The image was fleeting, but clear enough. Chu Xuan's smile froze, and he suddenly grabbed the woman's wrist: "Master! Is this what you call 'little things of the old year'?
Ling Qingxue's fingertips were icy cold, but she pretended to be relaxed: "Just an illusion, no need to take it seriously."
"Hallucinations!" The young man rarely swore, his eyes burning with rage, "That crack in your heart is the backfire of the seal, isn't it? I'll go to the deepest part of Kunlun with you!"
The woman was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "If you really want to get out, you must first survive. There are only six hours left before the secret realm opens, but there are already undercurrents outside."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pointed at it. The Cold Star Sword transformed into light and flashed out, hanging on the cliff top. Its sword intent soared into the sky, instantly cutting through several divine senses that were secretly watching!
A few muffled groans came from afar, as if pricked by a needle. Chu Xuan sneered, the red sky wheel emerged in the palm of his hand, and the firelight illuminated his cold profile: "Come on, whatever you bring, I'll take it all."
The night wind howled, and the flames and ice light on the cliff top interwove like a hunting battle flag.
The bell rang out for the tenth time in the distance. --
Thump!
Secret realm opens, countdown, six hours!
The young man raised his hand and tapped the woman's fist, his voice low but firm: "Go in alive, come out alive, open the seal again, and treat you to sugar-coated haws again."
Ling Qingxue, with a smile in her icy eyes, nodded gently: "Yes, I'll wait."
In the firelight, two figures stood side by side, like two swords about to be drawn, their sharpness pointed straight at Kunlun!