After Zhang Yu heard the voice, his eyes flickered slightly.
In fact, because this was his Knowledge True Spirit, the latter had no secrets from him. The moment it opened its mouth to speak, a deeper level of consciousness was transmitted along with it.
The reason why this True Spirit was unwilling to come out now was that it was afraid.
However, it was not afraid of a powerful enemy, nor was it afraid of encountering danger outside, but it was afraid of him.
This True Spirit was afraid that its consciousness would be erased by him.
Knowledge True Spirits were divided into two types. One had its own independent consciousness, while the other had no self-consciousness and was completely dependent on its master.
Needless to say, the True Spirit that was completely dependent on its master was similar to those normal observers. It did not have any human emotions and was a very useful tool.
However, this tool was too rigid and could not learn by itself. Everything that the True Spirit knew was dependent on its master. If its master was a person with shallow knowledge, then the True Spirit would not be able to play much of a role.
A true spirit with self-awareness could be treated as a sentient being.
It had a strong self-consciousness. If it did not get along well with its master, then it would not wholeheartedly help its master. This kind of relationship between the True Spirit and its master was actually more like that of a collaborator, or another form of master-servant relationship.
However, as its master, as long as he was willing, he could erase its consciousness at any time. The True Spirit that the Peach Fixing Talisman had created for him was more special and could change its temperament.
However, he did not want to do so, because a naturally born consciousness was undoubtedly the most spiritual.
He said calmly, "You don't have to worry about me erasing your consciousness. If I wanted to do so, I would have done so long ago. However, if you continue to refuse my request, then I may consider doing so."
Perhaps it understood his intentions. After waiting for a while, a faint blue light seeped out from the places that seemed to be pieced together, and the surrounding things were dyed with a layer of blue.
Then, the spiritual dwelling that looked like a silver metal ball shook violently, and with a crack, it split open. Along with a scorching aura, a jade-white mist rose from within and floated there.
It looked like a floating human figure, but it was only a foot tall. Its figure was about three or four years old, with a big head, short arms, and short legs. However, there was a Daoist bun on its head, and there was a fluttering hair behind the bun. It was wearing a wide-sleeved Daoist robe. If one only looked at its silhouette, it looked like a little Daoist child.
However, this little True Spirit seemed very nervous under his gaze at this moment.
Zhang Yu said calmly, "You don't have to be afraid of me. It's very good that you have your own consciousness.. This is a rare quality, good, and it is not a flaw. I will not punish you for hiding... I just want you to do what I need you to do............
The little true spirit nodded vigorously. Then it thought for a moment and said in a childish voice, "But I can't see you."
Zhang Yu knew that when it said it couldn't see him, it didn't really mean that it couldn't see him, but it meant that it couldn't see his thoughts, past, or the various situations inside his body.
Normally, True Spirits needed to know everything about their master's body, and at the same time, obtain all of their master's knowledge and experience. Only then could they make the most appropriate suggestions and analysis.
However, he didn't need these things. As a cultivator, the most important thing was to control oneself. This didn't need others to tell him what to do, even if it was a True Spirit that couldn't betray him.
Furthermore, he had always relied on himself to fight others, and he had already mastered the Seal of the Seer, so he didn't need Douzhan's advice. He only needed True Spirits to make up for the areas that he couldn't take care of, and at the same time, he was responsible for collecting and integrating information from the outside world.
So he said, "You don't need to know these things. When I need you to do something, I will take care of it."
He thought for a bit, then said, "You need a name. I see that you are as white as jade, as if you were born from a seed. Let's call you 'White Fruit Lord'."
When the True Spirit heard this, its body lit up. It seemed to like the name very much.
At this moment, Zhang Yu changed his mind, and White Fruit Lord's body flashed twice, then disappeared.
The True Spirit would always be by the master's side. When the master did not need to use the True Spirit of Knowledge, as long as he covered it with his consciousness, the True Spirit would disappear and remain in a state between existence and non-existence. When the master needed it, he could call it out in his consciousness and summon it again.
Although the matter of the True Spirit was settled, he didn't plan to leave the secret room now. He planned to refine the sword before leaving.
Because the Qi and heart light in the sword embryo would melt away every day during the confrontation with the sword embryo, he had to find a way to infuse it with a stream of energy every once in a while to refine it repeatedly. This required him to be on the side at all times.
However, he had to be careful with this action. He couldn't "awaken" the sword embryo. If it woke up prematurely and didn't receive sufficient and thorough refinement, the sword's quality and spirituality would be greatly reduced in the future.
The control of the fire was also relatively accurate. It completely depended on the master's own control.
In fact, the communication between the master and the sword began at this moment.
This was also why the sword that was personally refined by the master was the most compatible with him.
Not only was there no Qi that didn't belong to him, but it was also because the two sides had adapted and resonated with each other during the refining process.
If Zhang Yu's Cicada Cry Sword hadn't been completely rebuilt after it was completely broken, which meant that it was forged again and completely removed the impurities inside, he wouldn't have been able to use it so smoothly now.
Refining a sword embryo required a period of time, but it didn't mean that the longer the better. This depended on the master's methods and the quality of the sword embryo.
The sword embryo given by Daoist Lin was naturally of excellent quality. Everyone in the Tibetan Mountain was a sword cultivator, and they were experts in sword refinement. The sword embryo given by Daoist Lin was a top-notch item even in the Tibetan Mountain.
On the other hand, Zhang Yu's Heart Force was abundant and pure. Not only was his Heart Force endless when he was refining the sword, it could also seep into every tiny corner of the sword embryo without missing a single detail. There was no need for him to use any other techniques.
Therefore, after about seven days of continuous hard work, the sword embryo was completely refined.
Zhang Yu held it in his hand and observed it. He saw that it had completely lost its original light and became pitch-black. On the surface, it looked unremarkable.
However, he knew that the sword embryo had finally adapted to his Qi and heart light. Now, it only needed to be awakened.
This was also a crucial step that had to be done by the master.
A newborn sword was like a newborn living creature. After it was born, it would naturally show a certain degree of closeness to the first Qi it came into contact with, or rather, the first person it came into contact with. Back then, the Cicada Cry Sword was also awakened by him.
At this moment, he stretched out his hand and placed two fingers on top of the sword embryo. Then, he slowly moved them outwards. With every inch he moved, pieces of charcoal-like material would peel off and rustle to the ground. The sharp blade that flickered with cold light also appeared section by section.
As all the charcoal faded away, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the secret room. In an instant, everything in the secret room was illuminated.
Zhang Yu held the sword hilt and saw that the surface of the sword was like a cold mirror, smooth and firm. With a slight twist of his wrist, there was a flash of light.
Although this sword had been born, there was still a step that had to be completed.
That was to name it!
The name of the sword had to be given by the master. This was not only a ceremony but also a substantial meaning. This was the master's acknowledgment and acceptance of the sword from the depths of his mind.
This kind of fusion of mind, Qi, and will in turn, further catalyzed the spirituality of the sword and caused it to transform in the direction that the master desired.
At this moment, he pondered for a moment and touched the sword's spine. He said, "The light is like a flash of lightning and the Qi soars to the sky. I'll call you 'Startling Sky'."
As he said this, the sword in his hand shook as if it was responding. It let out a resounding and clear sound that lingered in the room for a long time.
He nodded slightly. This sword would be used as an auxiliary for the Cicada Cry Sword in the future. The two swords, one for long-range attacks and the other for close-range attacks, were just right to complement each other.
He held the Startling Sky Sword and slashed it a few times. He felt that it was very smooth. Wherever the sword light passed, the surrounding haze would also be separated.
After several tries, he picked up the scabbard that he had already prepared. With a gentle movement of his sleeve, the sword was sheathed with a clang.
He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the scabbard. The next step was to find a way to refine the Cicada Cry Sword and Startling Sky Sword so that these two swords could be integrated into his heart light.
If he could do it, then he wouldn't have to carry them around in the future. Instead, he could summon them whenever he wanted to when facing the enemy.
At this time, he shook his sleeves, stood up from the futon, and walked out of the secret room. The sky was bright outside, and it was almost the end of the meal.
He looked at the light outside and decided to resign from the position of Prefect today.
After thinking about it, he walked into the study and took out a pen to write a letter. Then he called Li Qinghe and handed it to him. He said, "Send this resignation letter to the Zhongtai of the Academy. You don't have to say anything else."
Li Qinghe took it seriously. After bowing, he left.
However, half a summer later, Li Qinghe came back and brought back the letter of approval from the Academy. At the same time, he also brought back three blank recommendation letters.
Zhang Yu took the recommendation letters and flipped through them. This thing was obviously a favor that the Academy intended to sell to him. In the future, as long as he felt that there was a suitable candidate, he could use this recommendation letter to recommend him to be a teacher in the Academy.
He thought for a while and put away the recommendation letters. He said, "Have you packed everything?"
Li Qinghe said, "Teacher, according to your instructions, everything has been packed. The big things have been sent to the manor in Liangzhou first. We can leave at any time."
Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Then there's no need to stay any longer. You, Qingxi, Qingshu, and Miao Danjun take the flying boat to Liangzhou first. I'll be there later. This year, we'll celebrate the New Year in our own manor. "
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