The gourd borne from the Chaos Vine on Mount Bu Zhou held an enormous reputation in the realm of immortals. Through the ages, only a handful had ever encountered it, let alone possessed it. 0

This high-spirit world produced wondrous items, yet it was perilously dangerous, a no-man’s land even the most formidable couldn’t venture into lightly.0

The Celestial Sword Maiden had successfully located and harvested a purple-skinned gourd, swirling with chaos energy. This was an invaluable treasure, surpassing many unparalleled exotic treasures in worth.0

“Here!” Noticing Wang Xuan lost in thought, she extended the gourd again, a simple and pure “here” escaping her lips. Her beautiful visage showed no other emotion.0

She was the epitome of an immortal, devoid of worldly dust, a being of purity with a heart dedicated to the Dao. Her icy skin and jade-like bones were untouched by worldly smoke and fire, seeming transcendent, as if she could only belong within the strokes of a painting.0

Wang Xuan snapped back to reality, refusing, “Ah, no need. I possess various wonders, and this gourd was not easily obtained by you. You should keep it for your own use.”0

“You’re quite the airhead, aren’t you?” The Celestial Sword Maiden looked at him, finding this young man’s character quite at odds with what the little creatures had described.0

Wang Xuan was at a loss for words. 0

In his eyes, the miniature version of the Celestial Sword Maiden was adorable, and the grown version had a proud charm, a pure cultivator, even somewhat...0