"Humph, you're the one drooling!" Feng Yueya leaped off the bed and hastily wiped the corner of her mouth.
Not a trace of drool!
How absurd, this ghost dared to mock her!
Feng Yueya glared at him, wishing she could tear the smile off his face!
"Who exactly are you? Why are you in my room? And, how do you know about my reincarnation?" Feng Yueya, who'd always been carefree and adaptable, had already accepted the fact that she had crossed worlds.
Fortunately, she had inherited the memories of the ancient Feng Yueya, sparing her the need for the lame excuse of feigned amnesia.
Moreover, her intuition told her that the crossing must be related to the ghost lying on the bed.
The ghost lay askew, propping himself on one arm, supporting his head with his hand, smiling at her and refusing to answer.
"Answer quickly! Or I'll beat you to ashes!"
Feng Yueya swiftly drew the sword from the wall, infused it with Spiritual Energy, and immediately a three-level wide red glow surrounded the blade, flickering with a fierce shimmer. (One level equals one centimeter)
Is this the Spiritual Power of the Cultivation Realm?!
Feng Yueya had acted subconsciously, not expecting to actually channel Spiritual Power.
Surprised for a moment, she regained her composure, but her heart was already bursting with joy.
As a child, her favorite shows were martial arts dramas, and she deeply admired those masters who could turn flowers into swords and walk on water without a trace.
Now, she too could possess such skills!
Furthermore, by continuing to cultivate according to the methods of the Cultivation Realm, she would reach even higher states.
In this world, people cultivate Spiritual Power and infuse it into their swords to achieve Sword Flight, killing enemies miles away.
However, she was currently only a Third Rank Swordsman and couldn't yet perform Sword Flight. Only when reaching Fifth Rank Swordsman could she perform Sword Flight.
Indeed, the Swordsman level is the lowest in the Cultivation Realm.
Beyond Swordsman are Swordsman, Sword Master, Great Sword Master, Sword Master, Sword Sect, Sword King, and so on. Each rank has seven levels, and breaking through the seventh level allows advancement to the next rank.
The distinction between ranks is determined by the color of the glow and the number of levels you can infuse into the sword.
Red is the color of swordsmen, followed by orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, and so forth.
If you are a swordsman, the light wave you infuse into your sword would be a wide band of red light wave, and the rest would follow in that order.
So, her potential for growth is huge!
"Yue Yaya, you're daydreaming again," the handsome man on the bed complained with a hint of jealousy.
Wasn't she glaring at him?
How could her attention suddenly shift away from him?
A certain ghost had a serious masochistic tendency, preferring Yue Ya's hatred and confrontations over her indifference.
"Answer my question quickly, or I'll obliterate you to ashes, condemning you to never transcend!"
In truth, she wasn't sure herself whether Spiritual Energy could actually affect a ghost.
"Yue Yaya is really heartless."
The handsome man gave her a reproachful look and then elegantly rose from the bed, approaching Feng Yueya with a smile, and responded cheerfully.
"Alright, I'll tell you. To answer your first question, my name is Yun Shangyuan, and I am your husband.
To answer your second question, as your husband, that's why I appear in your room.
To answer your third question, as your husband, I am the person who understands you best in this world, so I know you've been reincarnated."
"..." Feng Yueya immediately felt a stream of black lines sliding down her forehead!
Jeez, that's some answer!
"You rotten ghost, don't think you can brush me off that easily! You better come clean and tell me who you really are!"
Feng Yueya took a big leap backward and brandished her sword at Yun Shangyuan's nose.
Showing no fear of the sword before him, Yun Shangyuan took a large step forward and innocently said to Feng Yueya,
"I am your husband, Yun Shangyuan. Yue Yaya, how could you forget me?"
Looking at the sword passing through his body, Feng Yueya twitched the corners of her mouth.
Her sword truly couldn't do anything to this ghost!
She calmly retracted her sword and very graciously said, "Okay, for now, I'll believe your name is Yun Shangyuan.
Then, Yun Shangyuan, you claim to be my husband, but I am only sixteen years old, have always lived at the Huayang Sect, and have never been married.
If you're going to make up a story, at least make it a little more believable."
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