It's a pity that his live streaming account doesn't have many followers yet; otherwise, he would definitely do an unboxing live stream.
Chen Huaian happily carried the two boxes into his room, closed the door and windows, drew the curtains, and only turned on the bedside lamp. He sat back on the bed, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
"First, we have a gift from our dear Qingran!"
He used a nail clipper to cut the tape and opened the box, his face imdiately darkening.
Inside the box was just a sealed bag containing a string of beads. He couldn't tell what material the beads were made of; they looked very much like glass marbles.
"Emmm... this is a bit perfunctory."
Chen Huaian took out the string of beads and felt a gentle coolness in his hand. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but the air seed fresher for a mont, and the tiredness from waking up in the morning vanished.
"Although the material is quite ordinary and the craftsmanship is terrible, the words carved on it are still so ugly they make want to cry." He looked at the crooked blessing words on the beads but still put them on his wrist, his eyes filled with laughter. "But just thinking that it's a small gift from Li Qingran makes feel much more energized."
That's right, he attributed that refreshing and uplifting feeling to the "power of love." Not far away, the nose of the black cat lying motionless in the shoebox twitched, and its tightly closed eyes opened a sliver.
"Next is the big item!"
This ti, Chen Huaian was a bit more violent in unwrapping the package.
With a few swift moves, he exposed the big guy inside.
It was a long sword with an ancient design, looking sowhat aged but clearly intentionally antiqued. The sword was one and a half ters long, entirely bronze-colored, with black fish scales adorning the blade. The hilt was engraved with traditional characters that were difficult to decipher, and Chen Huaian guessed it might be the na of the swordsmith.
"The sword's na is Black Scale, quite fitting."
Chen Huaian raised the Black Scale sword towards the ceiling light.
The light glided over the blade, reflecting a cold gleam that seed out of place in this era.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that this sword didn't belong to this world. No, it should be said that this sword belonged to Li Qingran's world. It wasn't a re artifact but a real flying sword from the Azure Cloud Realm.
"I must not have slept well yesterday; my brain is fried."
Chen Huaian was speechless at his own naive imagination.
However, he highly appreciated the ga developers' skill in creating props. For example, the last protective amulet, although it faded, seed like it was really made by Li Qingran. This ti, the beads, even if they might just be glass, had a faint fragrance, just like the previous amulet. In short, it's all about the details!
As for this sword...
Nothing much to say.
It's genuine, and having it as a decoration at ho is quite impressive.
"By the way, is this sword sharpened?" Chen Huaian scratched his head, initially intending to test it with his hand but quickly retracting, as his subconscious told him it was best not to do so.
So he picked up a curly black hair from the ground.
He gently tossed it onto the blade.
Buzz—!
He vaguely heard a sword hum.
Chen Huaian stared in shock as the hair split into two and fell from both sides of the blade.
"Damn! It's that sharp?!"
"Isn't this considered a controlled weapon? How did it get shipped here?"
If caught, would he be arrested...
Chen Huaian quickly sheathed the sword, conveniently hanging it on a nail on the wall above the bed.
Surprisingly, the modern decor with such an ancient-style flying sword hanging there didn't look out of place at all.
"Decided, Black Scale Sword, you'll be cremated with in the future! Hehehe!"
Black Scale Sword: "..."
Black cat in the shoebox: "..."
[This kid is really sothing, actually having a spiritual artifact flying sword!]
[Could it be that in this era, there are still usable spiritual artifacts? Why haven't I encountered any on the road? Yet puppet technology is very advanced...]
In the shoebox, the black cat peered out with its round eyes.
It was awakened by the spiritual energy emitted by the Spirit Stone.
This spiritual energy was the most precious resource for it at the mont. Even just breathing air containing spiritual energy could accelerate its healing.
With the Golden Needle secret technique and the Ancestral Dragon's protection...
Now, Spirit Stones and spiritual artifacts have also appeared.
The black cat was anxious, unable to figure out what Chen Huaian's situation was, nor what was going on in this era.
Logically, things related to spiritual energy should have disappeared from this world.
What it saw and heard after waking up confird this.
But this kid... how does he have everything?
This isn't mystical at all!
Never mind, the first priority is to use this kid to quickly recover from its injuries.
The Ancestral Dragon's protection is troubleso, but as long as it doesn't intend to harm the kid, it should be fine.
It was about to weakly ow to attract Chen Huaian's attention, only to find that he had already left the room.
[Where did that kid go?]
The black cat dragged its heavy body to the windowsill.
It saw the target, dressed in pajamas, holding a clothes pole, rushing towards the square opposite the hotel.
...
Old Man Li had been practicing Tai Chi in the small square for 20 years.
In the senior Tai Chi circle, among all the old n in the surrounding seven or eight communities, no one dared to claim first place if he claid second.
"Playing gas while walking, watch out for cars!" Seeing two kids crossing the street while playing gas, Old Man Li kindly reminded them.
One of the kids turned back and flipped him off, "Mind your own business, old man!"
"You... sigh..."
Old Man Li shook his head and sighed as he watched the two students walk away.
Young people today are becoming less and less spirited, spending all day playing gas, unlike his ti.
Technology has brought social progress but also made people lose a lot of innocence and nostalgia.
"Sigh—!"
Old Man Li sighed again and walked to the tree where he practiced Tai Chi every day.
But he found that soone had arrived earlier than him.
It was a young man in pajamas, holding a clothes pole, sweating profusely while maintaining a strange posture.
Even though the young man's movents were not standard, Old Man Li still felt that, in that mont, there was a glimr of hope in the darkness.
Energetic young people, isn't this what the era is lacking, the kind he appreciates the most?
Looking at the young man's movents, there's so taste, but clearly lacks basic understanding and a solid foundation.
Since he encountered him today, he decided to give him so guidance as a senior.
"Young man, you're doing it wrong. Your stance is unstable; this is not how you do the horse stance!"
Chen Huaian was painfully practicing the Azure Lotus Sword Manual.
Suddenly, he heard an old voice from behind.
Then, a pair of broad hands pressed down hard on his shoulders.
Next, a foot wedged between his legs and pushed outward.
Chen Huaian gasped, his plastered right leg throbbing with pain, but he wasn't angry at all.
Because as the old man behind him corrected his posture,
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the progress of the first chapter of the Azure Lotus Sword Manual suddenly jumped from 2% to 13%!
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