The small wooden sword had a very peculiar origin; Father Wang had bought it from the flower and bird market for nine hundred and ninety-eight yuan. Wang Ling remembered that he had only been three years old when he had first seen it.
The little wooden sword had grown up with him since he was a child, and he had always had special feelings for it.
Now, he was sixteen years old. The small wooden sword had been with him for a whole thirteen years.
It was just a street stall product that Father Wang had bought, but the most amazing thing about it was that the peach wood blade seemed to be mixed with a mysterious substance that even Wang Ling couldn't see through, which played an important role in limiting his abilities. Thus, compared with the big-brand spirit swords on the market which were made of priceless materials, this ordinary-looking small wooden sword was the one that Wang Ling was least likely to damage.
Furthermore, when the Gate Between Worlds had descended on the human world six years ago, this small wooden sword had miraculously given birth to a sword spirit.
Its name was Jingke.
…
That night, Wang Ling rummaged through his room and finally found his intelligent wristwatch.
Wang Ling had never had the fortune to enjoy this type of smart electronic product, and had always been rather indifferent to it. Because as long as he lost control of his emotions, the wristwatch would be affected by the magnetic field and destroyed.
Of course, there was another very important reason — Wang Ming had personally made this wristwatch for him.
Compared with other smart products, anything that had passed through Wang Ming's hands wouldn't be easily destroyed by Wang Ling. Wang Ming had said that he had given the wristwatch to Wang Ling, but Wang Ling had seen through Wang Ming's ploy with one glance.
… This man had been trying in vain to defeat Wang Ling since he was a child. Thus, Wang Ling had hidden some kind of monitoring software on this wristwatch, which could feed back some data generated from Wang Ling's daily activities to Wang Ming.
This absolutely wasn't Wang Ling's imagination, but something he had personally read in Wang Ming's mind on his fifteenth birthday.
Wang Ling stared at the wristwatch for a long time, and finally put it on with a gloomy face. "…"
If it wasn't for the fact that he would be going out for the next few days, he would never have so easily undone the seal on this wristwatch …
Wang Ling knew how to use the wristwatch; it worked the same way as the popular smartphones of the past. It was just that it was more integrated with virtual space technology.
The software inside was already installed. Wang Ling looked at the row of software projected in the air, and finally fixed his eyes on the green "WeChat" icon.
Very quickly, he entered the interface.
This wasn't Wang Ling's first time using WeChat. If it weren't for the fact that he was a natural nemesis of electronic products, he could already be considered a long-time WeChat user.
He used his memory to search for the accounts he had registered before, logged in, and then joined the WeChat group according to the QR code listed on the list.
Soon, a system notification came …
(User "Ling" has joined the WeChat group "Daily Life of Mantis Shrimps"!)
(This user is not a friend of any of the group members. Please pay attention to the safety of your assets and false information!)
Looking at the group members, Wang Ling realized that basically everyone who was going to participate in the exchange meet tomorrow had joined, and he was the last to do so.
Lotus Sun: "!!!"
Feather Lin: "Order? Could this be Classmate Wang Ling's WeChat? "
Super Chen: "The name exudes an aura of great simplicity, which is indeed Classmate Wang Ling's style. Student Wang Ling? Say hello? "
Looking at the messages that had popped up, Wang Ling habitually replied with an ellipsis: "…"
Master of Dopey sent a funny face. "Ellipsis, confirming that it's Classmate Wang Ling."
Then, Wang Ling sent another ellipsis: "…" The WeChat group immediately fell into a brief awkward silence.
After two weeks of interaction and getting to know each other, most of the people in class had already accepted Wang Ling's reticent personality. But Master of Dopey was the only one who felt very awkward. Because this aloof iceberg monster just had to be his f * * king deskmate!
The two of them saw each other all the time, but unfortunately, they hadn't exchanged more than ten sentences since the start of the semester. Now, even chatting online could cause an awkward silence — this was heart-wrenching, buddy!
Fortunately, Old Antique immediately played the role of a warming angel. "Students, please gather at the school gate on time at eight o 'clock tomorrow morning!"
Almost at the same time, everyone sent an OK gesture.
Lotus Sun: "Is everyone ready to use their spirit swords?"
Old Antique sent a facepalm emoji. "Classmate Lotus Sun, you're right. The spirit sword exchange meet between our three schools this time is the highlight. When the time comes, the leaders of each school will be there in person, and even city leaders will come to observe. I hope that everyone will be able to prepare a suitable spiritual sword. "
It had been less than two weeks since the start of the semester, and they had only studied less than three spirit sword lessons in total. But spirit sword training and education began at a young age.
After signing the contract, a suitable spirit sword would need at least five years of adjustment before it could reach the point where it could be used. Furthermore, it was even more difficult for a spirit sword to give birth to a sword spirit. It required enduring patience and careful care.
Of course, the sword spirits of those branded first-class spirit swords and immortal swords on the market were artificially cultivated. Although it was undeniable that they were powerful, when it came to truly wielding them, they were far from being as well-coordinated as naturally cultivated sword spirits.
Very quickly, Super Chen posted a picture.
In the picture was the spirit sword that Super Chen was currently using. The bright red scabbard didn't hide the hot-blooded and fanatical nature of the sword user. The "super" character, which had been carefully carved into the hilt, was already faintly fading.
Super Chen: "It's called Strength Chao. It was a birthday present from my parents when I was ten. It's already signed a contract with me, and we've been working together for six years … "
Old Antique sent a thumbs-up. "Strength Chao? That's very Classmate Super Chen's character! Just from the luster of the scabbard, I can see that Classmate Super Chen usually takes great care of his spirit sword! "
"Teacher, you flatter me …" Super Chen sent a sighing emoji. "Unfortunately, Strength Chao hasn't given birth to a sword spirit yet."
"Nurturing a sword spirit isn't something that can happen overnight. Classmate Super Chen is so patient, I believe that day won't be far away! "
After encouraging him, Old Antique began his daily lecture. "Everyone must be patient when nurturing a sword spirit. Unless it's absolutely necessary, you can't give up easily. Once a spirit sword has a sword spirit, it will have a soul, and a sword with a soul can be upgraded like a normal cultivator! Of course, this is limited to naturally bred sword spirits. Artificial sword spirits are predetermined and can't be upgraded. "
"Ah? Is that so? Teacher, please tell us more! "Several students in the group showed great interest.
Old Antique sent a long voice message in a meaningful and heartfelt manner as he explained patiently, "Your current spirit sword course teaches basic maintenance of a spirit sword. You'll only be able to understand the advanced spirit sword lessons on flying swords and how to nurture a sword spirit once you get to university. Your current task is to work hard to nurture your relationship with your spirit sword, and strive to nurture a sword spirit before you graduate. "
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