Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Ming, Look

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[Detected Host engaging in battle with Red Sleeve and gaining its approval. Sword Qi +200, Sword Intent +200, Sword Techniques Fusion +200, Skill acquired: “Shadow Split Technique.”

Shadow Split Technique: After activation, a shadow clone is created with eighty percent of the host’s power lasting for one hour, usable once every three days.]

[Detected Host obtaining the ancient divine weapon – Red Sleeve, Achievement unlocked: “Ancient Divine Weapon Wielder,” Passive gained: “Divine Weapon Affinity.”

Divine Weapon Affinity: When using an ancient divine weapon, regardless of type, adaptability increases by ten percent, and power amplifies by ten percent.]

Ming, who was resting inside the mountain cave, heard the system voice echoing in his mind again.

Ming felt that this time the system would indeed reward him generously, and it turned out to be true.

After all, he had narrowly escaped death this time.

If there were no items or skill rewards, just attribute points, that wouldn’t have been fair at all.

The Shadow Split Technique may only create one clone with eighty percent of his strength, but it would surely come in handy during critical moments.

He could even use this shadow clone to mislead others and switch places cleverly.

As his realm and power grew, so would the strength and utility of his clone.

Imagine reaching the Ascension Realm, where the shadow clone possesses eighty percent of his power, meaning it would also reach Ascension Realm.

In battles against other cultivators, if the shadow clone joined the fight, creating a two-on-one situation, the opponent might lose hope instantly.

As for “Divine Weapon Affinity,” it had even more significance.

He had heard that even if you obtained a divine weapon, you might not necessarily be able to use it.

Because divine weapons of such caliber always possess a Spirit of the Artifact.

And these spirits each have their own personalities.

Not all artifact spirits can be easily controlled.

If you cannot gain the spirit’s approval, then the divine weapon in your hands will be useless—like a chunk of gold you can sell but nothing more.

This was especially true for ancient divine weapons.

These long-lived artifacts are often far more eccentric than ordinary divine weapons.

That ten percent affinity boost is like improving the impression the divine weapon has on you, allowing better control later.

As for increasing the power of the divine weapon by ten percent, it goes without saying.

Such passive buffs are top-tier, far surpassing regular treasures.

Regarding Ming, he had gained the ancient divine weapon “Red Sleeve” and received its acknowledgment.

However, the awkward part was that Ming’s current strength wasn’t enough.

At his present stage, he could only use Red Sleeve as an ordinary sharp blade. If he wanted to unleash even a fraction of Red Sleeve’s power, he would need to reach the Nascent Soul Stage at least.

To fully harness Red Sleeve’s true power, he would need to reach the Jade Pudding Realm—or perhaps even higher, since this was no simple celestial weapon but an ancient divine artifact.

Of course, if Ming didn’t use Red Sleeve directly, he could let it act independently. But the problem was that Red Sleeve was currently in a dormant state, with no telling when it would awaken.

Once awakened, Ming would still need to ask whether Red Sleeve agreed to become his Life-Bonded Flying Sword.

Only when a sword becomes a cultivator’s Life-Bonded Flying Sword can the synergy of “one plus one being greater than two” be achieved.

Nevertheless, this trip to the Rootless Mystic Realm proved fruitful beyond expectation.

Ming initially thought obtaining the main fruit from the Rootless Mystic Realm would be enough, yet he ended up getting much more.

Of course, he almost died in the Sama Cave.

Feeling sufficiently rested, Ming slowly opened his eyes and saw Shixin roasting corn nearby. Ming actually wanted some roasted meat.

But Shixin would never cook meat for Ming; she would only prepare vegetarian food.

“Alright, eating vegetables occasionally isn’t bad—it clears the gut.”

Ming consoled himself internally and sat beside Shixin.

Shixin glanced at Ming briefly before returning her focus to carefully roasting the corn.

“Here.”

After roasting two cobs, Shixin extended her arm and handed them over to Ming.

“Thanks.” Ming took the corn and took a bite.

Hmm… It was just ordinary roasted corn.

There was no salt added, and it was roasted conservatively, as if fearing it would burn. Little did she know, slightly charred corn is often the tastiest.

“Is it good?” Shixin asked.

Ming originally intended to speak honestly but seeing Shixin’s hopeful expression, he hesitated.

“It’s pretty good,” Ming lied.

“That’s good.” Shixin nodded.

Ming continued munching, deciding that he’d cook for himself in the future.

After finishing the corn, Ming wanted to rest, while Shixin sat beside him, striking a wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Shixin did this every day—it must be part of their Thunderclap Temple evening rituals.

It couldn’t be denied that Shixin was extremely disciplined. Even in the Rootless Mystic Realm, without supervision, she wouldn’t forget her duties.

Before starting her evening ritual, Shixin pulled out the little Chaos creature from her storage pouch.

Unless it’s a special storage pouch, living beings generally cannot be stored within.

The reason this Chaos creature could be contained was because the storage pouch was unique.

Ming remembered this kind of storage pouch was called a “Qianyuan Bag,” which could hold up to two living creatures at a time, but for no longer than six hours daily.

So in the evenings, Shixin would take out the little Chaos creature to let it breathe.

Likely, Shixin also had another purpose—to provide prenatal education, guiding the little Chaos creature toward Buddhism even before it awakens.

She planned to educate it well after its birth, ensuring it remains benevolent.

Teaching from an early age, indeed.

Ming closed his eyes, listening to Shixin’s chants and the sound of the wooden fish, gradually drifting off to sleep.

Honestly, Shixin’s chanting and the rhythmic sounds of the wooden fish were quite hypnotic.

Before long, Ming fell asleep.

Ming didn’t know how long he had slept.

Until he felt someone tugging at his clothes.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ming saw Shixin’s excited and expectant gaze.

“Ming, look!”

Shixin pointed to the little Chaos creature lying on a grass bundle.

The film-like membrane covering the Chaos creature had already broken open.