Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 72: Chapter 70: The Destiny of the Mandarin Ducks, The Sword’s Destiny

Translator: 549690339

“Human skin lantern?!”

Lu Wanqiu was suddenly shocked, and the image of the woman in white holding a lantern involuntarily emerged in her mind.

After listening to Zhao Huai’s words, she understood.

The Lantern Woman made a lantern from her husband’s skin, so that he could always be by her side even after death.

“This woman is insane! She actually turned her husband’s skin into a lantern?!” Even with her strong mentality, Lu Wanqiu’s face couldn’t help but turn pale.

Zhao Huai looked at the red spherical object in front of him and squinted his eyes, “It’s not a human skin lantern. The material of the lantern’s outer layer is not human skin at all.”

“I guess after the Lantern Woman killed her husband, she wanted to carry his body back to the mountain, but think about it, a weak woman, carrying a corpse through the wilderness at night, it’s just too difficult.’

“You mean…”

Zhao Huai tilted his head and said seriously, “The Lantern Woman couldn’t do it but couldn’t bear to leave her husband, so she cut off his head and only took it back with her.”

“So, there was no lantern at all, whether white or red; what she was holding all along was her husband’s head!”

As the words fell, Lu Wanqiu looked at the red glowing sphere in front of her.

In the eerie red light, it was clearly a dried-up skull, with the exposed skull scattered and missing a piece, hanging in mid-air, looking shattered.

In the horrifying red light, a ghostly face appeared, letting out a shrill scream, resembling the roar of the Lantern Woman when she went berserk.

At this moment, Lu Wanqiu realized that the reason for the Lantern Woman’s unstable emotions was because she was influenced by the lantern!

Her husband had also turned into an Evil Spirit, and he had been hiding inside the lantern all along.

After all, if Liu Lang was killed by his beloved and his life’s achievements were destroyed, how could he not hate her?

“Die!”

The ghostly face roared angrily, filled with resentment, and rushed towards Zhao Huai.

In Zhao Huai’s eyes, Liu Lang was not as formidable as the Lantern Woman.

He remained calm, waved his sleeve, and a large amount of flowing blue arcs flashed through the sky. The thunder talisman was ready to be unleashed. There was a loud “boom” from the huge explosion, and the skull was blasted away.

Zhao Huai held his long sword and walked in front of the skull while the dark blue sword qi shone brightly on the blade.

“Why did she kill me!”

The distorted ghost face roared with immense dissatisfaction. It was clear that Liu Lang was extremely unhappy with the Lantern Woman and overwhelmed with anger.

Zhao Huai raised his sword and replied:

“Because she loves you.”

The thick sword qi converged and stabbed fiercely. The red light soon vanished.

Zhao Huai said with a complicated expression, “Perhaps this is fate, they were destined not to be together because their paths diverged.”

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Zhao Huai glanced at the copper coin in his hand and smiled lightly.

The copper coin had told him the result from the beginning, but he had simply misunderstood it.

At the end of it all, an orange light entered his mind.

Another new destiny.

[Sword Cultivator (Middle Earth Grade)]: A lifetime of cultivating for a person, nurturing a sword for a lifetime, the ancient human race, only when the sword reaches its peak can one become a Sword Immortal. Nurturing a sword can greatly improve the connection with the sword, making it more powerful, and at the same time mastering the technique of nurturing a sword, its power can gradually increase.

In other words, this is a destiny that enhances one’s sword skills, and to increase the power of one’s sword techniques is the most basic level.

When the nurturing of the sword reaches its limit, boundless sword qi can be conceived, moving mountains and reversing oceans, breaking rivers and destroying cities will be easy, and no evil spirits can harm the sword’s body in the slightest.

To become a Sword Immortal, nurturing a sword is the first step.

A Sword Cultivator? It’s a bit similar to his Sword Drawing Skill. However, it seems to be much stronger than Sword Drawing Skill, as it has an additional growth attribute.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Huai chose to merge with it.

At the moment of merging with the destiny, he felt an additional stream of sword skill essence in his mind, as thin as a chopstick, and weak. Then it spread out, entered his palm, and finally drilled into the spiritual sword in his hand.

The first step to nurture a sword is to infuse essence into the sword.

Nurture the spiritual sword by feeding it with sword skill essence.

Besides the sword wielder’s own strength, the sword in hand is also important. Only when both achieve their peak can the full strength be unleashed.

Lu Wanqiu stared at the Secluded Forest, lost in thought for a moment, then turned to Zhao Huai, bowed deeply, and said earnestly,

“Young Master Zhao, thank you.”

If he hadn’t been there, she might have been in grave danger this time. “May I ask, to which sect does the young master belong?”

Lu Wanqiu felt that Zhao Huai’s cultivation was so high that he must have had some significant backing.

“I haven’t joined any sect, just a loose cultivator.” Zhao Huai shook his head.

Upon hearing this answer, Lu Wanqiu was stunned.

Young Master Zhao was such a young loose cultivator?

Unexpected yet reasonable. In fact, there were such people in the Immortal Cultivation World, just very rare. They mostly had luck and unusual talents, which allowed them to enter the path of immortality.

With young Master Zhao’s talent and strength, joining a sect must have been extremely easy. He must have preferred the carefree life and chose not to join a sect.

“So that time with the fox demon, it was also the young master who took action?” Lu Wanqiu quickly remembered her previous experience and immediately made the connection.

“You could say that.”

So Lu Wanqiu immediately took out a small bag and presented it with both hands, saying earnestly, “Please accept these spiritual stones, young master.

You have helped me a lot and I really can’t repay you. Please let me present these spiritual stones as a gift.”

Sect disciples usually take on tasks when going down the mountain, and when the tasks are completed, they often receive generous rewards.

He had helped her twice, and both times were crucial for her success.

She was a person who knew gratitude and wanted to repay him. If she didn’t give him something, her conscience would be troubled.

“Fine then.” Seeing her serious demeanor, Zhao Huai felt it would be inappropriate to refuse, so he accepted it silently.

As he took the hemp bag and glanced inside, he saw a large amount of intermediate grade spiritual stones. There were probably over a hundred stones in the bag. Lu Wanqiu was certainly generous.

Also, it had to be said that sect disciples were quite wealthy.

“I must go back to the sect and report this first. Young Master Zhao, I shall take my leave. ”

After giving the spiritual stones, Lu Wanqiu bid farewell to Zhao Huai and left on her sword.

Zhao Huai looked at the setting sun and suddenly realized that a lot of time had passed.

He had set out in the morning, arrived at noon, spent the afternoon on the Lantern Woman, and had mostly been in a deep slumber.

“Time to go back, madam must be getting worried.”

Zhao Huai called for his myna bird, and his figure disappeared into the Secluded Forest.

The gloomy atmosphere here had dissipated, returning to its former tranquility.