Lu Qiancha paid no more attention to Canxin, who was still studying the mushrooms.
She reached out her finger and tried to channel her spiritual power into the Magnet Mushroom and Magnet King, wanting to retrieve them back into the Magic Cube.
Spiritual power infused—one second, two seconds…
It was like a clay ox entering the sea, with no response at all.
“?”
Lu Qiancha tilted her little head in confusion, looking at the soundly sleeping ( -_- Zzz) Magnet Mushroom and the fierce-faced Magnet King in front of her.
Her small mouth parted slightly as she muttered, “I can’t take them back?”
She pursed her lips, a bit frustrated on her little face.
Forget it, I’ll just leave them here.
After all, these two mushrooms aren’t like the Doom Mushrooms that explode.
They don’t seem dangerous… It should be fine, right?
Lu Qiancha looked up at the fiery evening clouds burning in the distant sky.
The day was drawing to a close.
She should go back and cultivate for a while, then get some sleep.
She stopped dwelling on it, turned around, and with her short little legs, pitter-pattered towards her small courtyard at Tianquan Peak.
“Hey, hey, hey! Little one, don’t run! I’m still studying these mushrooms!”
Canxin’s dissatisfied voice echoed in Lu Qiancha’s mind.
As soon as Lu Qiancha walked away, Canxin, being a spiritual entity, was immediately and forcibly dragged away by the invisible power of the contract.
Left behind at the scene were only the Magnet Mushroom, gradually waking up, its expression shifting from -_- to O_O, and the Magnet King, still radiating a majestic aura.
***
About an hour later.
Moonlight poured over the tranquil Tianquan Peak like liquid silver.
A figure in a rather loose Daoist robe, swaying and humming a little tune, walked up the winding path in the moonlight.
It was none other than Xuanya’s senior brother, Xuan Ping Elder.
This time, he had come up the mountain to inform his junior sister, Xuanya, that the once-every-five-years Nine Peaks Grand Tournament was about to begin, and she should finalize her list of disciples to participate as soon as possible.
However, as he strolled leisurely into the depths of the bamboo forest, planning to take a shortcut, he suddenly froze in his tracks.
In the moonlight, two strangely shaped “things” stood there, faintly glowing, completely out of place with the elegant green bamboo all around.
“Hm? What are these?” Xuan Ping Elder rubbed his eyes and examined them closely in the moonlight, his brows deeply furrowed. “Magnetite? … They’ve gained sentience?”
Tsk, the world’s spiritual energy really has gotten denser these days. Even a lump of magnetite can give birth to a spirit? Strange, truly strange.
Still, since these little spirit creatures were born on sect grounds, and in the interest of keeping the peak tidy and preventing them from multiplying unchecked, it was best to clear them away.
With a relaxed attitude, Xuan Ping Elder casually fished out a black iron longsword from his storage pouch.
A slight flow of immortal power surged as he formed a sword seal with his fingers and chanted, “Transforming into a mighty spirit, one sword shall cut—”
Before the word “Immortal” could leave his lips, a sudden change occurred.
The Magnet Mushroom, which had seemed a bit dumb, suddenly sprang up from the ground with a “plop,” like an arrow leaving the bowstring, and—“bia-ji!”—firmly latched onto the blade of Xuan Ping Elder’s black iron sword.
Xuan Ping Elder: “…?!”
He froze instantly.
Caught off guard by this close encounter, he was utterly at a loss.
Reflexively, he continued to channel immortal power into the blade, trying to forcefully finish the sword art and obliterate the magnetic creature stuck to it.
But something bizarre happened.
The immortal power he poured in was completely repelled by the black iron sword.
Not a trace could seep in, as if a layer of invisible insulation covered the blade.
“Hm?” Xuan Ping Elder’s brows twisted into a knot, filled with confusion.
“How strange! This lousy sword may be of low grade and have poor conductivity, but it shouldn’t block even my immortal power, should it?”
Unwilling to give up, he reached out to try and pull the Magnet Mushroom off the sword, as if it were glued on.
But… it didn’t budge.
It was as if the Magnet Mushroom and the black iron sword had been welded together.
No matter how much Xuan Ping Elder channeled immortal power to strengthen his arm, or how much brute force he used, the mushroom stayed stuck, solid as a rock.
Xuan Ping Elder was at a total loss for words.
In all his years, he had never encountered such a monster—one that didn’t attack, just clung to his sword.
Feeling irritated, he formed another hand seal with his left hand.
“Palm Lightning!”
Zzzzz—
A bolt of blinding white lightning, thick as a bowl, shot from his palm and struck the Magnet Mushroom on the sword with a vicious crack.
“Bang!”
The lightning hit dead on.
The Magnet Mushroom’s flexible stem was instantly pierced through.
Its human-like expression twisted in agony (X_X), and then it slid limply off the sword, transforming into a faint wisp of spiritual light that faded into the air.
One down.
Xuan Ping Elder felt a bit more at ease, his sharp gaze turning to the other one nearby—the fiercer-looking, red-and-yellow Magnet King.
Next up, it’s your turn! Magnetic monster!
The Magnet King had witnessed its companion’s tragic fate.
Its huge, dark-red magnet cap swung sharply toward Xuan Ping Elder.
The light cluster below suddenly erupted with blinding, furious yellow lightning, a strong hostility radiating forth.
Ho! This little monster has some guts!
Sensing my immortal power’s pressure, not only does it not flee, it dares to show fighting spirit?
A smirk played at Xuan Ping Elder’s lips.
This “magnet spirit” really doesn’t know its place.
He didn’t even bother to get close. With a casual lift of his right hand, immortal light swirled at his fingertips.
“Condense!”
A dozen or so tiny swords, each only an inch long and formed from pure immortal power, instantly hovered before him, their tips pointed at the Magnet King.
“Go!”
At his command, the immortal light swords shot forth like a swarm of bees, slicing through the air with piercing shrieks, all aimed at the Magnet King.
Xuan Ping Elder could already picture this creature being riddled like a sieve.
But then, another change.
Just as the immortal light swords were about to hit the Magnet King, the lightning in its lower light cluster burst out violently.
Bzzz—!
An invisible and immensely powerful magnetic field spread out in an instant.
The dozen or so flying swords slammed into an unseen web and screeched to a halt midair.
Then, all together, they turned around—as if they were the most loyal of guards—circling obediently around the Magnet King’s U-shaped magnet, slowly spinning.
“?!”
Xuan Ping Elder’s face twitched hard, his eyes nearly popping out.
This damn thing… it can seize control of my immortal power constructs?! What the East Continent curse is this thing?!
He barely had time to think.
“Zzz—!”
In the next instant, the dozen swords circling the Magnet King, under its command, turned and shot toward Xuan Ping Elder—their original creator—even faster than before, accompanied by ear-piercing shrieks.
Xuan Ping Elder’s heart leapt.
In his haste, he brought his hands together in front of his chest.
“Tai Chi Mystic Shield.”
A black-and-white Tai Chi light shield, brimming with ancient Daoist charm, rapidly spun into existence.
Clang-clang-clang—!
A barrage of impacts rang out as all the immortal power swords were blocked by the sturdy shield, then, as if drained of all power, dropped to the ground with soft “puff, puff, puff” sounds, dissolving back into scattered immortal light.
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