Chapter 1095: Chapter 1090: We don’t have to go to great lengths to find the Sword Spirit, she ca by herself_1 Chapter 1095: Chapter 1090: We don’t have to go to great lengths to find the Sword Spirit, she ca by herself_1 “Why did it kill the Flood Dragon?”
Wang ng was utterly fascinated, picturing in his mind the great Heaven-Unveiling Giant Sword descending from the sky and slaying the Flood Dragon in a single blow. His heart couldn’t help but race.
“The Sword Spirit!”
Shibao could hardly contain his excitent: “The Youhuang Divine Sword, like the stele, bred a Sword Spirit.”
“A divine sword with a spirit, no wonder it is so powerful.”
Mo Canglan, unusually intrigued by swords, was also taken by the awe and couldn’t help but exclaim loudly.
“Shibao,”
Lin Qingluo’s sparkling dark eyes flowed with mischief,” what is your relationship with the Youhuang Sword Spirit? Is it possible… to summon it?”
“I… can’t.”
Shibao shook his head in disappointnt, then there was a glint in his watery eyes, and he looked at Lin Qingluo rapturously, “Master, you might be able to.”
“How do we summon it?”
Lin Qingluo’s breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Master is the Chosen One.”
Shibao rubbed his chubby cheeks thoughtfully, “Blood can activate the formation. As the inheritor of the Primordial Orb, you should be able to summon the Youhuang Divine Sword and have it recognize you as its master.”
“Summon it with blood?”
Cold sweat trickled down the back of Lin Qingluo’s head. “Can you think of any other options? Secret thods? Mantras? Sothing related to the Primordial Truth?”
“Uh…?”
Shibao squird, his chubby face wrinkling in thought.
“Take your ti, Shibao.”
Lin Qingluo stroked the little stele spirit’s head and comforted him with a smile, “The Youhuang Divine Sword disappeared six months ago. Finding it again won’t be easy, we’ll figure it out step by step.”
“Hmm.”
Shibao rubbed his chubby cheeks, eyes full of anticipation.
“Master, there’s sothing we seem to have forgotten.”
A playful laughter from Shitou rang in her ears, “Everyone’s talking about the divine sword, and totally forgot about the dragon egg.”
“Haha, yeah.”
Lin Jinyang joined in with a laugh, “Such a big dragon egg right in front of us, and we actually forgot to ask where it ca from.”
“Yixuan, what’s the deal with the dragon egg?”
Feng Yi massaged his arm, chilled to the bone, “It’s not… the egg of that dragon, right? The one that’s dead….”
Lin Yixuan shook his head with a smile, “The dragon egg drifted up from the sea floor after the Youhuang Divine Sword disappeared. I don’t know which dragon it ca from.”
“Doesn’t matter which dragon’s egg it is.”
Shitou’s eyes twinkled and he grinned slyly, “Master, can you see if there is a dragon hatchling inside the egg shell? It’s not a horrifying monster, is it?”
“Hiss.”
Feng Yi breathed in a sharp gasp, arm rubbed continuously, feeling even cooler.
“The Inner Vision Technique should be able to do it.”
Lin Qingluo stood up, thought for a mont, and then approached the dragon egg. She closed her eyes, and a beam of golden light projected from her brow into the shell.
“Huh?”
A mont later, she let out a surprised hum. Opening her eyes, a playful smirk played on her delicate features.
“What was that, Master?”
Shitou grinned: “Was there a dragon hatchling?”
The young lads’ eyes were filled with anticipation, waiting for the answer.
“Yes.”
Lin Qingluo smiled and nodded, her gaze playfully drifting over the eager young lads before falling on Shibao’s puzzled face.
“Shibao, it seems we don’t have to worry about looking for the Sword Spirit anymore. She’s co herself.”
“What?”
“The Sword Spirit?!”
Shouts of astonishnt erupt around the Spiritual Spring. The lads leapt to their feet in unison and sward towards the dragon egg.
“Master.”
Shibao flew over like a gust of wind, his young voice shaking with excitent, “Did you see the Sword Spirit? Where is she?”
Lin Qingluo chuckled softly, “Inside. Inside the egg shell.”
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