Cultivation Online - Chapter 1510: A Dangerous Obsession

1510 A Dangerous Obsession

Since Tian Qiyuan has never been to the Supreme Heaven, Zi Xuan arranged for their meeting somewhere in the Eighth Heaven.

Upon arriving at their designated meeting spot, Tian Qiyuan looked around with his divine sense but couldn’t see any buildings or Zi Xuan’s presence in a thousand-mile radius. Even weirder, he was in the middle of nowhere.

However, just as he prepared to look around, the empty space before him began to rend apart, as though the very fabric of reality had been cleaved by an unseen force. From this spatial rift, a figure emerged, stepping into the world with an air of otherworldly authority and a face of peerless beauty.

Zi Xuan showed a gentle smile and said, “I created an entrance to my humble world here before I returned to the Supreme Heaven. Please, come inside.”

Tian Qiyuan nodded and followed her to her world.

Much like Senior Bai’s realm, accessible through the Myriad of Techniques, Zi Xuan’s world resided in a separate dimension, far removed from the Ninth Heaven.

But compared to Senior Bai’s somewhat empty realm, which consisted entirely of flying pavilions, Zi Xuan’s world was a realm of countless swords and a single floating island that housed a solitary building.

The swords hovered in the air like scattered clouds, forming a path that led to the building in the distance.

As Tian Qiyuan followed Zi Xuan, he inspected the swords with his divine sense. Their grades varied from Spirit-grade to Empyrean-grade, yet one thing remained consistent—their excellent quality, all being peak quality swords.

“This is a unique way to display your collection. It’s an impressive collection, as well.” Tian Qiyuan casually commented on it.

To his surprise, Zi Xuan said, “I’m not actually displaying them. They used to be stored in my vault, but after I learned of the existence of your swords and acquired one for my collection, I couldn’t bear to keep them in the same space. So, I tossed them out here.”

“Is that so…” Tian Qiyuan mumbled, unsure whether to feel honored by her appreciation for his creations or to sympathize with the unknown maker of the swords she had discarded in such a fashion because of him.

Upon reaching the island, Zi Xuan led him straight to the building and said, “This is my private living quarters. You’re the first one ever to visit this place.”

“To bring me to such a personal place even though we’re practically strangers. I feel honored.”

“I don’t see you as a stranger,” she quickly said.

“I have collected many of your swords and spent many years with them. They say a blacksmith’s creation embodies a fragment of their creator’s soul, so in a way, we’ve known each other for a very long time.”

The next moment, they stepped into the building. Its interior was opulent yet understated, exuding a sense of luxury without extravagance. The atmosphere was cozy, with a natural soothing aura permeating the air.

Though the building appeared sizable from the outside, it housed only a small living room and a bedroom, with the remainder of the space dedicated to her extensive sword collection—at least before most of them were tossed out and replaced by Tian Qiyuan’s swords.

“Please, have a seat.” Zi Xuan gestured at the couch by the purple-fired fireplace.

Once they were both seated, Tian Qiyuan asked, “So, what kind of sword do you want me to make for you?”

“I will let you decide.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded solemnly and spoke, “I commissioned you not out of necessity but out of desire. I do not wish to defile your creation with my ideas, so I don’t care what I want. Just like your other creations, I want this sword crafted solely by you, but I want you to think of me when you make it.”

Despite Zi Xuan’s enigmatic demeanor, Tian Qiyuan accepted her request with determination.

“I understand. I will craft a sword that I believe will be perfect for you, and I will only think of you during the process,” he affirmed.

Although Tian Qiyuan was wearing a mask, Zi Xuan could feel his intense stare through the mask. Additionally, when the words that she would only hear in her dreams were uttered in reality by the person in her dreams, a profound change occurred within her, causing her body to tremble in delight.

Zi Xuan’s breath quickened, and her eyes locked onto Tian Qiyuan with a deep sense of yearning.

‘Should I just make him mine right here and now?’ she pondered inwardly.

Little did Tian Qiyuan know, Zi Xuan was an ardent admirer of his creations to extreme levels. Despite possessing numerous Empyrean-grade and even Celestial-grade swords, Zi Xuan had found herself utterly charmed by one of Tian Qiyuan’s creations, despite it being only of Spirit-grade quality at the time. Such was the allure of his craftsmanship that it transcended the boundaries of material worth, capturing her heart with its unique charm.

As Tian Qiyuan’s skill refined and his creations became even more exquisite with each creation, Zi Xuan’s admiration for his work only deepened.

Eventually, her infatuation soon morphed into a dangerous obsession, reaching a point where she was willing to go to extreme lengths, even resorting to violence, to obtain his coveted creations.

Her crazed obsession quickly earned her the nickname of Exalted Blacksmith Fanatic. However, since she was always disguised, nobody knew her true identity as the Sword Goddess. If the world somehow learned of this, not even the Heavens would be able to predict their reaction.

Zi Xuan was an expert at the seventh level of the God Ascension Realm, while Tian Qiyuan was only a Golden Immortal. If she were to force herself upon him in this secluded world, there was nothing he could do about it.

However, Zi Xuan quickly regained control of her emotions and refrained from doing something so barbaric for now.

“Now then, can you tell me more about yourself? For example, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes, and even habits. I will also need to examine your swordsmanship later.” Tian Qiyuan said to her a moment later, unaware of the dangerous thoughts flowing through Zi Xuan’s mind.

“With pleasure.” Zi Xuan responded with a profound smile on her beautiful face.