Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel-Chapter 693 - 389: The Difficulties of Mending the Heavens

Chapter 693: Chapter 389: The Difficulties of Mending the Heavens

"Something’s not right."

Seated atop the cloud, Xia Ji suddenly turned back and looked at Li Ye:

"I sense the aura of forbidden magic."

"And... it should be the legacy of the drought demon."

Although he said this.

There was no tension or fear on his face.

He was very calm.

"...So what do you mean?" Li Ye, after all, hadn’t spent much time with this elder and was unsure of his meaning.

So he straightforwardly asked.

"I mean, you’re already at the Nascent Soul stage."

"It’s about time you helped out."

"You can’t hide behind me like a child needing to be nursed and diapered."

Xia Ji directly took out an item.

Then he gestured below with a nod:

"Fighting at the front is for the Sword Cultivators, but you can also blow a breeze at the back—not pillow talk, spring breeze."

"..."

Why mention pillow talk?

Li Ye muttered internally but dared not say it aloud, only accepting the item.

It was a jade pendant.

On it was a depiction of a gentle spring breeze.

It was a vivid green.

It looked like something that could fetch a good price among the common folk, and with some Spiritual Qi, it could even be termed an "Immortal Treasure."

But in the eyes of a cultivator, this quality jade is quite ordinary.

Li Ye carefully rubbed it, using his Divine Sense perception and even the Tongbao Technique to investigate, but still found no clue.

So.

"What exactly is it?"

Unable to find anything, he gave up.

Xia Ji: "..."

Wasn’t he the one the junior sisters praised as humble? Why is he acting rebellious now?

Could it be because he’s been mingling with people from Celestial Vein Sword Mountain for too long?

He was helpless but still guided:

"You should know our Four Seasons Sect has set up arrays across the entire Southern Domain to prevent chaos from the Demon Race."

"Among them, there is a Four Seasons Heavenly Formation."

"It can disrupt the seasons, hindering the normal flow of Spiritual Qi, or assisting our Sword Cultivator friends."

"You’re already at Nascent Soul, it’s time to consider taking over from the four of us, so when you take on tasks, we can finally rest."

Saying this, he pointed at Li Ye’s forehead.

In an instant.

Countless knowledge poured into Li Ye’s mind.

Even today, such chaotic and profound array knowledge was easily deciphered by Li Ye.

Who could blame him when he’s created a world with the path of evasion?

Though the world’s true core was crafted by that path, and the deep intricacies were beyond Li Ye’s understanding, the majority were extensions of his consciousness.

After absorbing this knowledge.

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

He said to Xia Ji: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Then why not let me take charge entirely, what do you think?"

Xia Ji didn’t even think, waved his hand and said: "All up to you, you’re at the Nascent Soul stage and don’t know how to take charge.

Rest assured, you must be doing the right thing.

Even if you make a mistake, it’s right, why worry so much?"

After saying that, he tossed Li Ye directly out of the cloud and lay back leisurely, watching below.

Li Ye: "..."

I told you, raising disciples like this will surely lead to spoiled brats, and I’m starting to show signs like that now.

He rubbed his brows.

Then raised his hand.

A river appeared beside him.

A river that sparkled with starlight.

Encircling his body, the river glowed with countless Spirit Patterns, like a dazzling river of runes.

"Fellow Sword Cultivators."

"Why not toss your swords in here?"

Just as he spoke, Wei Qingye unhesitatingly threw in the Night Spirit Cloud Mending Sword of Ancestor Miye.

Li Ye’s face twitched fiercely.

Then he pulled the sword out and tossed it back: "Are you trying to harm me!"

"Hand over your own sword!"

Wei Qingye pouted, finally throwing in his own sword.

Subsequently, other Sword Cultivators also threw their swords in one after another.

As those long swords entered the water.

In no time.

A giant beaver emerged out of thin air.

With its left paw holding a pile of swords surrounded by a gentle spring breeze, the right paw holding swords wrapped in scorching summer sunlight, its head topped with swords encircled by golden autumn winds, and its mouth clutching swords encrusted with winter snow.

It opened its mouth with difficulty, smiling broadly and saying:

"Young Sword Cultivators~ did you lose this sword enchanted with infinite mana and surrounded by spring light, or this one wrapped in summer sunlight that burns all?

Or this one imbued with the harvest power of autumn that grants infinite Divine Sense, or this one encapsulated in the eternal silence of winter obliterating Primordial Spirits?"

Wei Qingye’s face twitched a few times.

Speaking up:

"I lost my old, worn sword."

The beaver displayed a satisfied smile:

"You’re honest, so I shall..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Before the beaver could finish, Li Ye coughed twice.

The beaver then promptly tossed the swords aside, scrunched its face, and retreated angrily.

Not only were the four replicated swords returned, but even their original swords were given back, hovering around each person with a miraculous sense of Divine Sense connection.

The most crucial aspect was that they were real!

Meaning they could be refined and used freely.

Equivalent to gaining four powerful Magical Treasures akin to carefully nurtured Lifebound Treasure Swords without any effort!

"This is my gift to you all."

Li Ye said calmly: "Thank you all for helping my brother Wei Qingye reclaim his parents."

"I know he is your fellow disciple, but he is also my brother and dear friend, I’m grateful to you all!"