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The former often disconnected on its own during remote spying sessions, and the latter was even more useless since it could only fetch items weighing less than a pound, and it wasn’t even guaranteed to work every time. So far, it had only succeeded twice.

The first time was an accidental success by her Uncle Sword Gentleman, and the second time was done in a huff by her.

One could say it was utterly useless!

Nevertheless, despite its shortcomings, Uncle Sword Gentleman still cherished this psychic treasure that resembled a mirror... because he had found it.

Who among the cultivators in the Jiawu Realm could stumble upon a psychic treasure and gain its recognition?

"Then you keep trying,"

Sword Gentleman said. As fond as he was of the treasure, he knew it was truly of little use.

Then, Sword Gentleman witnessed a scene that astonished him. As his words fell, the mirror-like treasure flew up on its own and landed in Dongdong’s hands.

This was a characteristic of the psychic treasure, nothing surprising. What shocked Sword Gentleman was the change that followed.

The projection from the mirror suddenly solidified, all the scenes within disappeared and at that moment, a petite, jade-like hand reached in. As ripples formed, this small hand quickly retrieved an artifact-refining material.

And this signified that the psychic treasure’s ability to fetch objects through the air had succeeded once more.

"How did you do that?"

Sword Gentleman couldn’t help but ask. After all, it was his psychic treasure, and he had only managed to fetch an object through the air once in nearly twenty years.

Yet this little girl had succeeded twice in a short period!

"Could it be that this thing is really only good for stealing diaries?"

Even Sword Gentleman, who was used to his psychic treasure being practically useless, couldn’t help but feel a bit troubled; suddenly, he noticed that the item Dongdong had retrieved was not a jade slip or anything similar.

"Eh? How comes this time’s diary is recorded on this thing?" he couldn’t help but say, then a bit of flowing light started to gather in his hand.

When the flowing light dissipated, a little jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"Here."

Sword Gentleman tossed it with a flick of his wrist.

"What’s inside this thing?" Dongdong caught the jade bottle.

"Spread out the bark of the sinking wood, and you’ll find out," Sword Gentleman pointed to the artifact-refining material Dongdong had just retrieved.

"No writing?" As she opened it, Dongdong immediately understood what Sword Gentleman meant. She opened the small jade bottle to see a wisp of pale golden mist slowly drifting out and gently blew on it.

At once, the pale golden mist, as if confined, didn’t disperse after leaving the bottle.

As soon as it contacted the artifact-refining material, the mist was instantly absorbed. The next second, some messy but neatly written words appeared on the initially blank material.

"This is the morning dew from the sinking wood, which has absorbed the purple Qi of the rising sun and is mixed with the tree root juice of the sinking wood to form a spiritual mist. This kind of spirit mist, being of the same origin, can precisely restrain the sensory characteristics of the sinking wood!" explained Sword Gentleman, who had over thirty years of varied experiences.

"I see!"

Dongdong nodded her little head and then eagerly started to read.

She was curious to see if that damn demon cultivator had written any more bizarre things during this time.

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Meanwhile, Tan Shuchang, who had carefully put away the Spirit Life Elixir Pill, suddenly sensed something amiss. He felt as though he was being watched by something in the shadows.

This caused his brows to furrow involuntarily.

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But very quickly, his frown returned to its natural state, and there wasn’t the slightest hint of anything unusual on his face.

Then, Tan Shuchang walked out of the Supervising Sword Daojiang Hall.

"Sir!"

Outside the Supervising Sword Daojiang Hall, there was only one pavilion guard. Since the incident with Zhang Dongzhi breaking into the Daojiang Hall, Tan Shuchang had dismissed nearly all the pavilion guards—after all, what use were they to him if they remained useless?

The sole remaining guard was not because Tan Shuchang found him agreeable or because the man was competent in his duties; it was simply a rigid rule of Qitian Pavilion that there must be one guard on watch no matter the location.

"Mm."

With a simple acknowledgment, Tan Shuchang began to inspect his surroundings with feigned interest.

Previously, he had obtained more than thirty fierce ghosts from Lang Shou Ghost City, and with these ghosts, he had successfully completed two Ghost-Lifting Lotus rituals, not only advancing his own cultivation to the level of fifty-one years but also mastering another volume of the Cross Calamity Immortal Scripture.

At that moment, Tan Shuchang’s figure flickered slightly, and something unbelievable happened.

A shadow that looked like Tan Shuchang flew straight out from his body.

This shadow was invisible to the naked eye and undetectable, and as this shadow ascended, the environmental layout and architecture surrounding the Supervising Sword Daojiang Hall also came entirely into Tan Shuchang’s view.

This place clearly had a "well" shaped layout, with the Daojiang Hall at its core, connecting to various parts of Qitian Pavilion.

After all, the Daoist General was already the third-ranked personage in Qitian Pavilion.

However, even after scrutinizing the entire Qitian Pavilion, Tan Shuchang still couldn’t locate the person who was secretly spying on him.

"Is it my imagination?"

Tan Shuchang thought for a moment, then immediately dismissed the idea.

Because it was impossible for him to have an illusion.

Thus, Tan Shuchang returned to the Supervising Sword Daojiang Hall, and upon this return, he immediately realized he was missing something.

"My diary... has been stolen again?"

Realizing this, Tan Shuchang did not hesitate and immediately invoked a strand of qi that he had managed to cultivate with great difficulty.

This was nurtured from Artifact Refining materials.

And as this strand of qi emerged, Tan Shuchang brought his fingers together as if holding a sword and made a slashing motion.

The flow of qi was severed, not dispersing like ordinary smoke but shattering directly. At this moment, visible to the naked eye, tiny characters flashed continuously within it.

This was Tan Shuchang erasing the diary entries he had written using that strand of qi.

"Is it her?"

"Or could it be that from the very beginning, it wasn’t her?" Tan Shuchang began to ponder, for he hadn’t found any trace of that young girl within Qitian Pavilion; unable to make sense of it, he decided to get back at the other party first.

Straightaway, Tan Shuchang raised his hand to gather his power, reconstituting the dispersed qi.

Then, with a few movements of the qi, it turned into a piece of "white paper," unfolding slowly before Tan Shuchang. This was the marvel of fifty-one years of profound cultivation!

At this time, Tan Shuchang used his finger as a pen and began to write on the strand of qi.

His finger moved swiftly, continuously condensing characters onto this piece of qi "white paper." This also meant that on another side, on those Artifact Refining materials, characters were continuously appearing:

Zixuan Dynasty, Emperor Yi Year, August, the third day.

I think I am smitten.

Shall we be together? I will make you happy, play with you, buy you the food you like, and accompany you in doing anything you wish to do… Did I tell you? Watching this for half a day.

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