Chapter 829 - 772: The Shy Golden Spirit

Han Yu’s bizarre actions instantly attracted the attention of many powerful figures. They saw him rushing out of the sea area in a whirlwind, anxiously heading towards the Eastern Territory.

What’s going on?

No one seemed to understand, yet it appeared that Han Yu left with a silly grin on his face the whole way.

The abandoned ruins of Nanli Sword Studio are now disregarded by all. Given Han Yu’s current strength, it took him less than half a two-hour to arrive.

In front of him lay broken walls and ruins. The surrounding peaks had collapsed under attack, and now weeds grew out from every corner. Soon enough, the traces of Nanli Sword Studio’s existence would be concealed by this desolation.

Han Yu’s figure was constantly wandering around, sometimes rising, sometimes descending, either delving deep into the mountains or leaping into ravines, sometimes soaring upward, or using Earth Escape to move underground.

Eventually, even the Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but emerge from the Sea of Consciousness, starting to search the vicinity just like Han Yu.

The traces of the past great battle here were excessively covered up; otherwise, it wouldn’t be this troublesome.

The Artifact Spirit continuously traversed the mountains, searching along the battlefield with means identical to Han Yu’s.

Finally, amidst Han Yu’s shouting, within a mountain ravine, a gigantic stone sword was found embedded deeply in the soil, with only the hilt remaining exposed.

"Good thing, any further and we would’ve had to dig three feet down."

Han Yu let out a sigh of relief, then spoke with gratitude to the Artifact Spirit.

Although digging three feet isn’t difficult for him now, it is ultimately a cumbersome process.

"Let’s give it a try first!"

The Artifact Spirit rushed up and used the power of the Sea of Consciousness on the hilt, streams of power flowing into it continuously. However, bewilderingly, after a moment, the stone sword didn’t budge at all.

What’s going on?

The Artifact Spirit was puzzled, and Han Yu even more so.

Could it be just a figment of You Li’s imagination?

Han Yu was truly afraid it would be a waste of joy; after finally discovering some clues, if it all turns out to be for nothing, it would’ve been better not to come.

"Not necessarily."

The Artifact Spirit took a deep breath, then tightly focused on the stone sword, scrutinizing it for a while.

Back then, they also came to aid Xia Wuyou and the others. According to the situation at that time, Xia Wuyou clearly used this item against cultivators from Yama Hall.

No matter how we look at it, Xia Wuyou’s side was not a match at all. Being able to hold the Divine Sword and delay the opponent even for a moment shows its extraordinariness.

It’s just that neither of them thought about it this way back then!

"And did you notice, nearby highly talented cultivators, there’s generally a Spirit Body."

The Artifact Spirit suddenly thought.

Xiao Shui, Young Master Xiao’s Fire Divine Power is actually very strong, but he encountered Han Yu, who is more compatible with the explosive and unreasonable Fire Attribute, and the Fire Spirit was found in the Southern Border.

The Wood Spirit, regardless of if Qing Wan’s aptitude was particularly favored by someone, but as a Wood Divine Power cultivator, Qing Wan is probably the strongest.

There’s no way to say for the Earth Spirit, as it was brought by the cultivators from the Central Continent.

But is there a possibility that these Five Elements Spirit Bodies naturally gravitate towards those with potential among the Divine Techniques cultivators?

If so, as an outstanding Gold Divine Power cultivator, it’s logical for Xia Wuyou’s sect to produce a Golden Spirit.

"Are you saying this Divine Sword might be a Golden Spirit?"

Han Yu mused to himself; if the Artifact Spirit’s words were true, then the possibility was indeed high!

But why would this Divine Sword be made of stone?

"Why don’t we knock it open and find out."

The Artifact Spirit grinned, truly preparing to take action and giving Han Yu a knowing look as it rolled up its sleeves.

Han Yu nodded understandingly, joining in and suggesting, "How about using Divine Techniques to blast it open and take a look!"

In tandem, the two enveloped the Divine Sword with Fire Divine Power, terrifying forces compressed, converging into extremely formidable fluctuations.

"Don’t blast! There’s someone... something inside."

The Divine Sword finally emitted a voice.

"Oh, it can even talk!"

The Artifact Spirit raised its eyebrows, exchanging a smile with Han Yu.

You rascal, finally decided to come out?

Han Yu stepped forward, grabbing the sword hilt, and with a leap, completely pulled the stone sword out, finally exposing its entire form.

As they landed back on the ground, the two companions laid it flat on the side, waiting quietly for the spirit inside to emerge.

After waiting for a while, the Artifact Spirit grew impatient and kicked the Divine Sword with a grunt, muttering a complaint.

"Are you coming out or not? If not, I’m going in!"

To be honest, the Artifact Spirit had never tried rushing into the bodies of these spirit entities before, and after saying it, felt a bit intrigued and looked forward to it.

Just as the words were spoken, a sudden flash of spiritual light emerged. Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit both showed a look of lip-twitching amusement.

This... seriously...

A palm-sized Divine Sword appeared in front of them, but this spirit entity had an extra scabbard. Extra features aren’t necessarily bad!

But what does it mean that it’s not a good fit?

The scabbard on the little sword trembled in midair, occasionally slipping a little, until two tiny arms suddenly stretched out from the hilt and grabbed the scabbard tightly.

The scene felt vivid—a person and a spirit feeling like this was a kid hitching up their pants.

Han Yu was at a loss for words to criticize these spirit entities.

You’re really something, each of you insist on being unconventional.

This little thing seemed rather shy, swaying back and forth as soon as it came out, looking quite uneasy.

Until Han Yu forced a smile, speaking in a cheerful, hearty voice.

"You’re the Golden Spirit, right?"

Even if it claimed to be the Water Spirit, he might have accepted it.

Fortunately, it was somewhat normal in this regard. The little sword spirit shook itself and then a childlike voice spoke.

"I... I am the Golden Spirit!"

Han Yu’s smile widened, he slowly moved over to lift the Divine Sword. The Artifact Spirit even pulled the little sword spirit to sit on Han Yu’s head.

That’s settled then.

A burst of firelight shot up to the sky, and the next moment a huge stone sword was carried into the air, swiftly transforming into a streak of light alongside Han Yu, shooting towards the horizon.

Meanwhile, a Celestial Chasm appeared above the East Sea, then a figure was awkwardly thrown out.

Su Xiaoxiao, with a dark expression, glanced back at the old Daoist, puffing her cheeks in a huff.

In theory, their family was harmonious and loving, except for Chen Xixi.

Mu Zili found this senior sister just a headache, but deep down, he was really scared!

He’d eagerly agree to any excuse to come over, except when it’s to fetch his senior sister, fearing she might drag him into trouble again.

He could unknowingly cooperate with letting people into the Central Continent, so if his senior sister planned anything else, should he reluctantly cooperate, gladly cooperate, or be unwillingly roped in after she causes a scene?

Don’t his master and senior brother care if he can handle the chaos his senior sister brings?

"And why just toss me here, how do I find them?"

Su Xiaoxiao sighed wryly, he wasn’t a cultivator of the Divine Dao Realm, his perception was worlds apart.

In fact, he wasn’t needed to search, nor did Mu Zili expect him to.

A pre-placed aura suddenly flew from within him, spiraled briefly, then flew off in a certain direction.

That was the old Daoist’s Breath-Attracting Skill, and without Su Xiaoxiao having to act, the aura automatically sought Chen Xixi.

Chen Xixi, bored, yawned in the distance.

All of a sudden, an aura slapped her face, leaving her bewildered, while the aura belonging to the old Daoist also spread out.

Chen Xixi looked towards the aura’s origin, a smile appeared as she immediately stepped forward, her figure quickly vanishing into a shadow.

It had been nearly three hundred years since she last saw the old Daoist since her escape.

"I wonder if the master still secretly uses the junior brother to test those methods."

She was the only one aware of this; sometimes the old Daoist’s tricky rules made Su Xiaoxiao the first victim.

However, when she eagerly arrived a hundred miles away, she faced a pouty face.

All her joy vanished, Chen Xixi rolled her eyes, unable to hide her disdain.

"What are you doing here, you little troublemaker?"

Do you even hear yourself?

Su Xiaoxiao widened his eyes in disbelief; if those words came from Mu Zili, he wouldn’t dare to argue.

If it came from the old Daoist, he could accept it, it’s his master after all!

But coming from this calamity of a senior sister, he felt deeply hurt.

Su Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, then spoke weakly, "Master and senior brother sent me to find you, then await the next steps from senior brother, figuring out how to get you and your disciple back."