Yun Chen never thought that the "withered wood spiritual root" that he regarded as useless wood actually contained the half-soul of his best friend Ling Yue.
On the eve of the Xuantian Sect's competition, the elders of the Hehuan Sect, who coveted Ling Yue's innate sword bones, suddenly attacked, and a bloody curse seal instantly enveloped the martial arts arena. Seeing that his life sword was about to be taken away, Yun Chen suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest. The dead wood spiritual roots that had been dormant for sixteen years burst out of the ground. The green vines wrapped around the enemy's magical weapon like an angry dragon. Ling Yue's usual sword moves were condensed among the flying dead leaves.
"How can your spiritual roots have the intention of my sword?" Ling Yue swung his sword to cut off the poisonous sting that attacked him. He caught a glimpse of the vines protecting Yun Chen from the corner of his eye, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
No one knows that in order to save Yun Chen from dying, Ling Yue voluntarily cut out half of his soul and merged it with his spiritual roots. Nowadays, the curse seal triggers the blood contract, and the dead wood turns into the strongest shield in spring - the vines can block the fairy sword, the dead leaves can identify the conspiracy, and even the waste elixir that Yun Chen accidentally ingested is turned into a heaven-defying elixir by the spiritual root.
The Hehuan Sect came in full force, and the elders of the sect watched coldly, and the two were forced to embark on an escape. Ling Yue's sword pointed at the sky to kill the genius, and Yun Chen's spiritual roots paved the way to protect him. When the dead wood spiritual roots wrapped around the innate sword bones, the heaven and earth resonated, and they finally understood the protection and bond buried deep in each other.
"From today on, you and I, fellow practitioners, have a spiritual root as a contract and a sword bone as an alliance!"
