Gu Xing'er naturally recognized this dagger.
Five years ago in the Star Vault Mystic Realm, she had watched with her own eyes as her master used this dagger to slay the Starry Sky Mutant Beast King with a single strike.
That crystalline purple arc of light was still etched in her memory to this day.
"Although it is a token, it is still a high-grade weapon," Gu Changyuan said in a casual tone.
"Wouldn't it be a reckless waste of good things if it wasn't used?"
Hearing this, Gu Xing'er agreed in her heart. It was indeed a waste to not use a good thing.
She slowly raised her hand and grasped the dagger.
The moment the dagger entered her hand, Gu Xing'er felt a gentle surge of stellar power flow from the blade into her palm, circulating through her meridians and throughout her entire body, as if resonating with her physique.
Same origin.
The Primal Chaos Astral Spirit Body and this dagger shared the same roots and origin.
Just by holding it, Gu Xing'er felt her stellar power circulate much more smoothly and freely.
Moreover, this dagger didn't feel cold, hard, and murderous like a typical weapon.
The blade was crystal clear, shimmering with a faint purple light, like an amethyst polished into the shape of a dagger.
The starry patterns on the scabbard were exquisite and delicate; rather than a weapon, it was more like a work of art.
Gu Xing'er loved it just by looking at it.
She tried to swing the dagger in her hand casually, following her own understanding.
Swish—the dagger sliced through the air, emitting a faint whistling sound.
Light.
It was so light.
The weight of this dagger seemed as if it were custom-made for her.
Held in her hand, she could barely feel any burden, yet it wasn't so light that it lacked substance.
It was just right.
Gu Xing'er's heart stirred, and the stellar power within her body began to circulate.
She channeled a wisp of stellar power into the dagger—
From the tip of the dagger, a crystalline purple phantom blade instantly extended.
It could be as long as a foot or as short as a needle tip, completely controlled by her mind.
She continued to experiment, sometimes extending the phantom blade to its maximum length, tracing purple arcs in the air.
Sometimes she shrank the phantom blade to its shortest, leaving only a pinpoint of cold light flashing at the tip of the dagger.
The little girl's eyes were filled with the curiosity and excitement of exploring something new.
Seeing her like this, Gu Changyuan knew—
His recommendation was not wrong.
This dagger truly suited her.
However, since she had decided to walk the path of an assassin, having just a weapon was not enough.
She also needed equipment.
Gu Changyuan leaned back in his rattan chair, his gaze falling on Gu Xing'er as his mind began to calculate.
If she was to become an assassin, her clothes certainly couldn't be too heavy, as that would hinder her movements.
But they couldn't be too fragile either; they had to be able to withstand a certain level of attack.
They also needed to be able to conceal her aura—ordinary clothing couldn't achieve this.
In addition, assassins often needed to operate in various complex environments, so the clothes ideally needed some adaptability, ensuring that neither extreme heat nor severe cold would affect the wearer's condition.
In that case, ordinary armor definitely wouldn't do.
He had to specially craft a piece.
Gu Changyuan already had a general idea in his mind.
Just as Gu Changyuan was lazily leaning on the rattan chair, his gaze following the small figure in the courtyard...
A faint ripple suddenly appeared in the air.
A purple hairpin appeared out of thin air in front of Gu Changyuan.
Tushan Youyao's communication hairpin.
Ever since the teleportation array was set up between the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and the Holy Land, Tushan Youyao could send this hairpin directly through the array, saving travel time and making things much more convenient.
Gu Changyuan reached out, took the hairpin, and probed it with his divine sense.
A moment later—
"Hmm?"
He sat up straight, his brows furrowing slightly.
"What did that silly girl run into this time?"
The message from the hairpin was about Luo Qingchen.
Back when Luo Qingchen was caught in internal friction, he had taught her a lesson.
After that, Luo Qingchen began to cultivate even harder.
Normally, if Gu Changyuan was not around, or if the sect had no operations requiring her action...
She would lock herself in the pavilion and have Lan Caiyou use her innate divine ability, Floating Life Like a Dream, to help her accelerate her cultivation progress, working hard to the point of near paranoia.
Lan Caiyou's innate divine ability, Floating Life Like a Dream, could stir the minds of living beings, putting them into a dream-spirit state and constructing a dream environment tailored to their cultivation needs.
It allowed the target to experience various trials in the dream, gaining enlightenment or sinking into depravity, thereby tempering or destroying their Dao heart.
The flow of time in the dream was much faster than in the outside world, and the cultivation insights gained in the dream-spirit state could directly reflect on the physical body in reality. Therefore, it could greatly accelerate cultivation speed, making it an extremely rare auxiliary divine ability.
As for Luo Qingchen, Gu Changyuan's requirements for her were actually not that high, especially in terms of combat.
After all, Luo Qingchen's role was more inclined toward being a half-attacker, half-support.
What she excelled at most was not frontal combat, but purifying curses, evil spirits, and all filthy things, as well as enhancing the luck and comprehension of the companions around her.
Such abilities did not require charging into enemy lines.
Gu Changyuan stood up and looked at Gu Xing'er, who was still swinging the dagger nearby:
"Xing'er, something happened with your Senior Sister Luo. I am going to make a trip to the Heavenly Demon Pavilion."
Gu Xing'er stopped her movements, lowered the hand holding the dagger, and looked up at her master.
"Spend these next few days getting used to the Falling Star Dagger and familiarize yourself with its feel. If you find it suitable, I will make you an exclusive protective suit when I return."
Hearing that something had happened to Senior Sister Luo at the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, Gu Xing'er immediately stopped what she was doing. The excitement on her small face faded, replaced by a trace of worry.
Sensibly, she didn't ask too many questions or pester him, quickly nodding and saying:
"Okay, Brother."
Gu Changyuan nodded, and light lit up around his body.
In the next instant, he appeared in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.
Tushan Youyao, Lu Jiuyi, and Bai Zeming were already waiting there. Seeing their master appear, they immediately stepped forward and bowed:
"Master."
Gu Changyuan nodded and got straight to the point:
"What happened to Qingchen?"
Tushan Youyao opened her mouth to say something, but didn't know how to describe it.
Finally, she simply led her master straight to the outside of the Third Pavilion.
Gu Changyuan looked up.
The top floor of the Third Pavilion was blazing with golden light.
The light was so dense that it almost materialized, pouring out from the windows, door cracks, and even the crevices in the walls of the pavilion, illuminating several pavilions around the Third Pavilion brightly.
Many disciples stood far away outside, looking like they were watching a show and enjoying the gossip.
Standing by her master's side, Tushan Youyao explained softly:
"Some time ago, Qingchen suddenly left the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and headed west.
She didn't say what she was going to do, nor did she let anyone follow her."
"A few days later, she returned. She was exhausted and had several wounds on her body."
Tushan Youyao paused before continuing:
"We originally wanted to ask what had happened, but Qingchen didn't reply immediately.
She asked Caiyou to use Floating Life Like a Dream on her again, so she could choose her own dream environment, saying she would explain later."
"Seeing her resolute attitude, we let Caiyou help her first."
Tushan Youyao raised her hand and pointed at the brightly lit pavilion:
"And then, this happened."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
