From an unknown day, a pair of Loose Cultivator Dao Companions appeared in the Chu Region Cultivation World.

The female cultivator was sharp and brilliant, her sword arts exquisite and unparalleled.

The male cultivator carried a sword scabbard but never made a move.

Among the Loose Cultivators in Chu Region, they held quite a reputation.

Inside the Ghost Cave.

The Green Plum Flying Sword flashed with a cold gleam, pinning a Yellow Springs Talisman Ghost to the wall.

Yan Gui sat cross-legged in the cave, holding a fist-sized Ore in his hand, meticulously caressing it.

He didn’t pay attention to the battle in the cave, speaking to himself, "Hmm... this one isn’t good enough either."

Hua Luo retracted her Flying Sword, sweeping clean all the scattered items in the cave.

She walked to Yan Gui’s side, smiling gently, "Xiao Yan’er, when will your Flying Sword be forged?"

"What’s the rush? Since I said I’d learn Sword Cultivator techniques from you, I naturally need a Flying Sword first."

He spoke of this, shaking his head, and his appearance made the girl laugh.

"Your Flying Sword is called Green Plum, mine... will be called ’Bamboo Horse’."

"Besides, over the years, I’ve collected quite a few Heaven And Earth Treasures. If there’s an opportunity, I can also help temper your ’Green Plum’ and raise its grade."

Hua Luo smiled charmingly, "Then I thank Young Master Yan for the grace of forging this sword!"

In this eerie Ghost Cave, the girl’s bright smile actually made the young man stare in a daze.

"But if that’s the case, when will the sword scabbard you painstakingly forged before be put to use...?"

The young man laughed heartily, "When my Flying Sword is forged, your Flying Sword and mine will share one scabbard."

"By then, if we encounter a strong enemy, our ’Green Plum’ and ’Bamboo Horse’ will emerge together! We will surely make those demons, ghosts, and monsters all pay with their lives!"

"Hehe! Wonderful, wonderful!"

...In a flash.

The world before "Yan Gui" changed dramatically, crumbling apart.

He knelt on the ground in a daze, watching the frail girl, laboriously propping herself up with her Flying Sword, blocking in front of him.

She faced the rampant and ferocious Devil Cultivator alone.

Ghostly mist and demonic clouds swallowed the daylight.

Dense miasma swirled and surged around the two.

A Ghost Banner whistled over. Hua Luo pushed Yan Gui further behind her with a backhand.

The Green Plum Sword hummed as it sliced through the dense fog. The moment it did, a ghost face lunged out from the banner, its claws imbued with Devilish Qi, aiming directly for Hua Luo’s throat.

Clang!

Having forcefully blocked this attack, the girl’s figure was already somewhat unstable.

"Hua Luo!"

"..."

Hua Luo raised her hand, stopping Yan Gui’s movement.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with firmness and determination.

"Xiao Yan’er..."

"Wh-what..."

Hua Luo suddenly rose, slashing through the miasma with a sword, pushing Yan Gui into the core of the formation.

"...Watch carefully."

Devilish Qi pierced her shoulder. She endured the intense pain, controlling the Flying Sword Green Plum.

A smile, however, suddenly curved on her blood-stained lips.

"This is the strongest sword strike of a Sword Cultivator..."

Within the miasma demonic formation, a green light suddenly shone.

It rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, the demonic formation was dispelled.

The Flying Sword shattered inch by inch, and thousands of sword lights, carrying her dissipated soul, transformed into a sword rainbow.

It slew the Devil Cultivator.

The chaotic miasma and sharp Sword Qi dissipated together within the mountain cave.

"..."

Yan Gui knelt on a patch of scorched earth.

He held the broken Flying Sword "Green Plum" in his hands, tears streaming down his face... "A Hua, I’ve forged ’Bamboo Horse’ and your ’Green Plum’ into one sword."

..."What should I call it?"

..."In the sky, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with branches intertwined..."

"Hmm... Immortal Ascension is too far away. I still want to see the mundane world, the mountains beyond mountains, with you."

..."Let’s call it ’Intertwined Branches’."

..."A Hua..."

The Sword Lodge was engulfed in a great fire, and thunder roared.

Yan Gui’s consciousness gradually blurred, sinking into the Flying Sword within the Sword Lodge.

"I don’t want you to wait anymore."

...Thunder and fire roared, sweeping through Song Yan’s vision.

When he came to his senses, all he heard was the silence of the Liangyi Realm... His scattered thoughts and memories slowly began to clear.

"..."

He gazed at the sword scabbard before him, sighing softly, silently.

Green Plum and Bamboo Horse, love at first sight.

Hand in hand, they journeyed through mountains and seas.

Unfortunately... Green Plum, to protect Bamboo Horse, shattered under the Devil Cultivator’s hands.

There was no time to personally place the paired swords into the scabbard, no time to see all the mountains beyond mountains with her.

In the end, two wisps of their souls were forged into the same sword. Does this count as eternal companionship?

Just as Song Yan was sighing with emotion.

Suddenly, two streams of Spiritual Qi, one green and one purple, slowly floated out from the scabbard.

They circled around the Seed of the Dao of the Sword, then merged into it.

"Buzz—"

However, to Song Yan’s surprise, the Dao Seed did not change as it had before.

"..."

But a familiar Qi sensation came over him.

His Divine Sense left the Liangyi Realm.

Within his Dantian Qi Sea, a faint feeling of fullness emerged... He quickly calmed his mind, focused his thoughts, and sat down cross-legged.

Upon internal inspection, the lotus-shaped Sword Qi around the Seed of the Dao of the Sword surged wildly, and the Sword Qi within the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion surged powerfully!

"This..."

Song Yan found it somewhat unbelievable.

However, this opportunity could not be missed. He quickly took out Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones, and the Qi Condensation Chapter rapidly circulated.

A Huang Ya Pill entered his mouth, and the Spirit Stones in his hands replenished his spiritual power.

Coupled with the fact that the Spiritual Qi here was quite dense, spiritual power gathered in his Dantian like a stream.

His cultivation was advancing at an incredible speed.

"..."

What’s going on?

After absorbing those two streams of spiritual light, the Seed of the Dao of the Sword showed no change, but his own cultivation began to rise rapidly.

Such a situation was not mentioned in the Sword Planting Technique... In any case, getting stronger was always good.

But... why was there a faint, ominous feeling of his body about to explode!

The Sword Qi was too full and sharp. Song Yan quickly absorbed a large amount of Spiritual Qi to neutralize it.

His Dantian was wracked with pain, and his Meridians burned inch by inch.

Those two streams of spiritual light were like a Medicinal Pill with pure, yet extremely overbearing, medicinal power.

Sword Qi raged and clashed within the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion, and spiritual power circulated rapidly within his Meridians.

This agonizing pain lasted for a full half an hour.

Until he was drenched in sweat, almost exhausted, yet there was still no sign of it slowing down... At this moment, the scene within the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion was like a water jar, and the surging Sword Qi within it was already like water, completely filling the entire jar.

Sword Qi overflowed.

Song Yan could only use spiritual power to neutralize it and alleviate his pain.

He saw the lotus Sword Qi on the Seed of the Dao of the Sword appear and disappear, faster and faster, until at a certain instant, a sudden change occurred.

All the Sword Qi suddenly contracted, actually condensing into a wisp of incredibly solid sword light.

The Zhen Dao Sword Mansion instantly emptied.

All the pain receded like a tide in an instant.

"..."

Song Yan was drenched in sweat.

Yet he still dared not be negligent.

The spiritual power and Sword Qi in his Qi Sea were still growing at a relatively slow pace.

He slowly circulated his spiritual power for a few cycles before gradually stopping his cultivation.

"Hoo—"

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid Qi, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes.

A wave of lingering fear washed over him.

Recalling it carefully, he suspected it was because the spiritual essence left behind by these two Seniors had hardly been depleted.

Thus, obtaining the Unmoored Boat that day was purely good luck.

His Lifebound Flying Sword had been refined by the demonic flames until only a pure, formless spiritual essence remained.

Otherwise, given Senior Zhou Ziyin’s strength, he would have undoubtedly exploded and died that day.

Upon internal inspection, Song Yan’s eyes were filled with shock.

His cultivation had almost reached the Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level!

This fortuitous encounter could actually be equivalent to a long period of arduous cultivation.

It could truly be called success in a day.