CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 74: CHAOS IN THE CLASSROOM

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Little White Jiao swooshed through the cold winds high in the sky for an entire night, and only near dawn did it dare to stealthily come down.

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Little White Jiao felt such hatred. It truly regretted not seeing clearly before; it had completely misjudged the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.

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The matter of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors being a Spiritual Artifact, Little White Jiao had figured it out from the beginning. Normally, Spiritual Artifacts contain Spiritual Power, and using them inevitably results in some leakage of that power.

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Initially, to hide it from the Mei Family and from other cultivators with ulterior motives, Granny Mei Xiang specifically branded it with the Mei character.

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But do not underestimate that "Mei" character; at least someone at the peak of Gold Grade Space can unravel its seal. That’s why even Mei Nian from the Mei Family couldn’t find the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors despite secret multiple attempts to enter Bai Juyi’s residence.

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Had it not been for Xiao Xian, under the guidance of Little White Jiao, using a drop of Heart Blood to undo the "Mei" character seal, allowing the Scissors to find its fated owner, it might have just remained a handy pair of gardening shears for its entire life.

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How terrifying, Little White Jiao pitifully licked the wound on its body that was scratched by the sharp edge of the Scissors’ wind.

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After all, Little White Jiao was also a minor expert with a Golden Core. Ordinary sharp weapons, even those so-called high-tech weapons of the modern world, were ineffective against it. And yet, those Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors had scared it into a hasty retreat.

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"It’s over for me, I have no hope left in this life," Little White Jiao watched Xiao Xian, who was still by the artificial lake, ceaselessly performing the "Scissors Crush the Big Stone" technique.

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Of course, Xiao Xian couldn’t control the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors as exquisitely as Mei Xiang, using it like her own hands. Her Spiritual Power was less than Mei Xiang’s, and her techniques were also lacking; hence, her stone smashing was often off target. However, this did not dampen her enthusiasm to practice.

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A drop of Heart Blood meant that sooner or later, Xiao Xian would be able to wield the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors with great familiarity. By that time, would it have any power to resist?

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Little White Jiao howled in misery and continued eating its river snails.

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"What a waste of Spiritual Power," Xiao Xian stopped, gazing at the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors that glimmered in the night.

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Why did it seem so effortless and graceful when Mei Xiang wielded it, as light as a feather and without any visible effort?

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Xiao Xian had never seen a Spiritual Artifact before. The Yunteng Sect, being a peace-loving faction, rarely experienced violent confrontations; she had only heard that some high-level sect elders could turn branches into swords and kill invisibly.

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"Dumplings, stop gnawing and come over to help me see," Xiao Xian had no choice but to cultivate at night. It was when Spiritual Energy was most abundant, and the sleep she lost could only be compensated by continually replenishing Spiritual Energy.

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Still wary of the intimidation from the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, Little White Jiao cautiously approached and picked a safe position, circling around Xiao Xian’s wrist, alongside the plum carving, like wearing two bracelets.

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"Why can’t I use it like Granny Mei Xiang, whooshing about?" A thought crossed Xiao Xian’s mind, and the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors vanished into her body, and the previously released Spiritual Energy also disappeared.

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"Little master, first you need to straighten out your understanding of your Spiritual Artifact. Do you still remember what this thing is called?" Little White Jiao spoke bitterly.

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"Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors," Xiao Xian answered as if it were a matter of course.

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"The key point is ’scissors,’ which means it’s a type of weapon. Weapons are not for smashing big stones," Little White Jiao could not stand it anymore and blurted out an answer that greatly surprised Xiao Xian. If not for Mei Xiang’s stubbornness, that piece of Meteor Crystal should never have been made into scissors.

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"Weapon?" Xiao Xian repeated. "Who uses scissors as a weapon?"

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"Didn’t Zhu Bajie use a rake as a weapon? Little master, when you have time, go and read ’Journey to the West.’ It’s essential for cultivators," Little White Jiao flicked its tail, driving away the moths fluttering around it.

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"Even if it’s a weapon, there should be somewhere to use it, right? Surely, you can’t just find a target on the street?" Xiao Xian really didn’t understand why both Little White Jiao and Mei Xiang, the only two cultivators she had met, both emphasized the importance of leveraging the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.

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"I have a premonition it will be soon put to use," Little White Jiao glanced at the sky which was faintly turning red, the sunrise was not far off.

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At four o’clock in the early morning, as dawn was breaking, Zhou Ziang was awakened by a series of urgent phone calls.

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After the phone call, the desire to sleep was completely gone. Zhou Ziang brewed a cup of black coffee, added a bit of wormwood liquor to it, and sat in the living room, looking out at the sky that seemed like a furnace glowing red.

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Have I really decided never to return to Meng Mountain? Yes, I’ve already made up my mind.

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The wormwood liquor, now hot in the coffee, tasted slightly spicy when sipped.

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