Sensing Chu Ci's thoughts, Cha Bai hurriedly told Chu Ci the information he had obtained.
Some time ago, the Edge Sect, one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, recently found a peerless sword left by an ancient immortal named Qu Ling. It is rumored that this sword is extremely sharp. It can not only cut iron like mud, but also recognize the soul of people. Break ghosts.
Soon, the Blade Sect will hold a sword appreciation ceremony, just for this peerless sword.
But of course, Chu Ci's purpose is not the sword, but the companion spirit creature of the sword that is rumored to be able to reduce the soul, the spirit-expelling grass.
There are not many people who know about this thing, only a few ancient books mention this sword slightly, the place where the exorcism sword has been kept for a long time will grow companion spirits, and it is rumored that it has the effect of repairing spiritual consciousness.
However, everyone thinks that it is just a rumor, and almost no one has really searched for this kind of thing.
And after all, spiritual consciousness is not an ordinary thing. Generally speaking, few people survive after damage to spiritual consciousness.
After getting the news, Chu Ci was not in a hurry. After all, few people would target this herb, and she only needed to find this herb by then.
After a period of time, Chu Ci practiced slowly.
Even with systematic blessings, the overall view of this plane is limited, and the limitations of the three spiritual roots make Chu Ci no matter how much he can practice, he can only accumulate spiritual power for himself, and progress in other aspects is slow.
Letting out a breath slowly, Chu Ci opened her eyes clearly, and calculated the time. It was about the same time as leaving Ling Yizong at this time, and her current cultivation level could barely accept the training task going out.
Thinking of this, Chu Ci got up, and looked sideways at the fiery fluffy thing clumped on her pillow.
He was closing those eyes, and he didn't know whether he was sleeping or practicing.
It was probably also affected by the damage to his spiritual consciousness. During the time when Chu Ci was obsessed with cultivation, he was always in this state.
Chu Ci looked at it for a while, and Wen Jinghu, who was curled up on the pillow, trembled slightly, and opened his golden-red eyes.
There was a moment of violence and ferocity in his eyes, and the pure darkness was lingering with danger in his eyes, which made people frightened, and then the emotion in his eyes faded away, leaving only a little moisture, laziness, luxury, and laziness. Lying on the pillow, he swept his tail slightly, looking at the little girl who had finally finished her cultivation.
His eyes were still lazily filled with a little thought, and he didn't pay any attention to the dark emotions he had shown just now.
This little girl really made him feel very different, with a transparent breath on her body, just immersed in this breath, he couldn't help but feel a drowsy feeling of relaxation.
And after sleeping, the faint pain caused by the damage of spiritual consciousness will be much more comfortable. I used to think that sleep is useless, but now I can't help being a little greedy, this kind of thing that relaxes the body and mind and soothes the spirit.
In other words, it was the breath of the little girl who was greedy and comfortable.
Greed and dependence, this is an... extremely dangerous emotion that shouldn't belong to him.
The little girl was not frightened by his breath at all, and even subconsciously hooked the corners of her lips, bringing out a sweet smile, pulling out the dimples on her cheeks.