Chapter 81: A Pile of Weapons

【What does that mean?】

Tu You: ""The White Jade Qilin is an ancient divine beast. Its blood contains immense power—just a single drop can awaken spiritual roots, allowing mortals to step onto the path of cultivation. That's why White Jade Qilins are extremely rare. They were nearly hunted to extinction in ancient times. I never expected there would still be one left. Although its bloodline isn't pure, it's more than enough to awaken spiritual roots.""

Sang Chu hadn't expected the big white flood dragon to have this ability either. She saw him staring at his own reflection in the water curtain, looking a little silly, so she walked over and said, ""White Jade Qilin, I want to discuss something with you.""

The big white flood dragon glanced at Sang Chu warily. ""Are you trying to harm me?""

""I just want a drop of your blood. I'll give you anything you want in exchange, as long as I can provide it.""

The big white flood dragon's eyes gleamed cunningly as he looked at Sang Chu, then at the water on the ground. ""I want a space filled with water—this water, to be exact!""

Sang Chu looked at the big white flood dragon and, without much hesitation, emptied a space ring for him. ""You can take as much of this spring water as you want.""

After the water beads turn into liquid, they can only be collected with a special technique, and it's not easy to take them away. So Sang Chu wasn't worried at all that the big white flood dragon could steal the water beads.

Seeing how readily Sang Chu agreed, the White Jade Qilin's eyes lit up. He stretched out his fair, chubby hand. ""Take it yourself, but not too much—it hurts!""

""Don't worry, just one drop.""

He did trust her a little. Sure enough, after only a slight tingling sensation, he heard Sang Chu say, ""Done.""

After that, she turned and walked into the cultivation room. When Mu Xue saw Sang Chu, she hurried over. ""Sang Sang, you—""

""Shh, wait for me here.""

""Oh, okay!""

She looked all mysterious, so Mu Xue obediently squatted to the side.

After Sang Chu entered the cultivation room, she found that Grandma had already entered a cultivation state, her five senses sealed off. Without saying anything, Sang Chu dripped the Qilin's blood onto Sang Jingwen's forehead.

A cold sensation spread, and Sang Jingwen instinctively touched his forehead, but found nothing there. He looked at Sang Chu in confusion. ""Little sister?""

Sang Chu smiled. ""Don't worry, big brother, it's a good thing. Close your eyes and don't think about anything. Let the divine power guide your spiritual roots.""

Sang Jingwen had always trusted his little sister, so he did exactly as she said.

Not long after, he felt his body heat up as if he were lying on a burning iron plate, his whole body roasting.

Suddenly—

The entire cultivation room was filled with a strange light. Sang Jingwen sat in the middle, looking as if he was about to ascend to immortality.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, unable to hold back a smile as he looked at Sang Chu. ""Little sister, I...""

""Congratulations, big brother, you have spiritual roots now!""

In fact, Sang Jingwen had always had spiritual roots, but his root barrier was too thick, and in the post-apocalyptic world, spiritual energy was too scarce, so he could never awaken them.

If he were truly an ordinary person, he would have died long ago from the moon's descent, let alone survived until now.

The ordinary people still alive now basically all have spiritual roots that can be awakened, but their barriers are too thick—the thicker the barrier, the harder it is to break through, and the harder it is to awaken.

""Thank you, Sang Sang.""

""Brother, we're siblings, no need to be so polite. You can continue cultivating here—all the martial arts and cultivation techniques here are top-notch.""

Tu You suddenly popped up and said, ""Hurry up and take out that pile of junk you collected!""

""Okay.""

Sang Chu immediately dumped everything from her storage space. Mu Xue, seeing Tu You rush in, followed as well.

Seeing all sorts of strange weapons on the ground, Mu Xue squatted down excitedly and asked, ""Sang Xiao Chu, what are all these?""

""They're all things I scavenged. I don't know how many are actually usable. Everyone, take a look—if you find something you like, see if you can use it.""

Sang Jingwen walked over and picked up a saber from the pile.

The blade was engraved with strange water and flame patterns. It looked odd, but he felt a strange connection to it—this saber seemed meant for him.

""Little sister, is there anything special about this saber?""

Sang Jingwen handed the saber to Sang Chu. She glanced at it and shook her head, then looked at Tu You. ""Do you know?""

Tu You yawned. ""Can't really tell. If you like it, big brother, just keep it. Cultivators all have a mysterious sixth sense—maybe you and this saber are fated!""

Lin Mu Xue said, ""Then I must be fated with this thing!""

She was holding a strange, palm-sized S-shaped jade ring. When she gripped it, it glowed faintly white.

Tu You was puzzled too. ""This thing looks like deep-sea junk from the old days, but somehow it doesn't feel like it.""

""Junk?""

Mu Xue frowned slightly. Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy and, on instinct, swung her hand at Tu You.

""Wait, Miss Lin, don't attack—""

Before Tu You could finish, she was sent flying by a mysterious force.

After tumbling on the ground for a while, Tu You glared at Lin Mu Xue. ""Are you crazy? Why are you attacking me for no reason!""

Mu Xue was stunned. ""I—I don't know what happened! When you called it junk, I suddenly felt annoyed, and then my hand just moved on its own. I could sense where you were dodging, and the next second you were sent flying. I really don't know what happened...""

Sang Chu looked at the jade ring in her hand. ""Could it be related to this weapon? Mu Xue, try dripping blood on it to form a bond.""

""Huh? Oh, okay!""

Lin Mu Xue obediently bit her finger, but when her blood dripped onto the jade ring, it just rolled off and fell to the ground—there wasn't even a trace left on the ring.

She blinked in confusion. ""Huh? What's going on?""

Tu You jumped onto Sang Chu's shoulder. ""Ah Chu, see? This deep-sea junk isn't ordinary at all. This is an artifact spirit refusing to let Miss Lin form a contract.""

""Artifact spirit?""

Mu Xue stared blankly at Tu You, who patiently explained, ""Yes, artifact spirit. Only high-level magic weapons or divine artifacts have artifact spirits. The saber I let you borrow earlier had an artifact spirit, but its power was very weak.""

""So it's too weak to form a contract?""

Tu You rolled her eyes at Lin Mu Xue. ""Even a weak artifact spirit is stronger than you! Before it acknowledges you, you can't form a contract. Just hold onto it for now. It has a strong connection to your spatial abilities. Even without a contract, you can use some spatial techniques with it.""

""Like how you just used spatial power to attack me, but you didn't even realize it, right?""

""Yeah, that's exactly it!""

Tu You grumbled, still a bit annoyed—she'd just been knocked to the ground by this little weakling's spatial power. How humiliating!"