Mao Fu could feel that the sword in Chu Yu's hands was not ordinary.
Those who specialized in the training of their mental aspects had a limited understanding of weapons and equipment, but he could feel that this sword had something to do with the sheath he had hidden for a long time.
"Your highness, that sheath is too precious, are you sure about this?" asked his underling.
The sheath was the only thing his mother had brought back from the land of soul suppression.
The energy it emanated repelled everyone from it.
It meant the world to Mao Fu.
"Bring it here, I have to show them my sincerity. I've made a mistake, I can't do that again,"said Mao Fu.
The underling went to fetch the sheath.
As Mao Fu held the sheath in his hand, his gaze became gentle.
It was old and black, but it did not have a single scratch on it.
Mao Fu went to Chu Yu's room and knocked on the door.
Chu Yu looked at the sheath in Mao Fu's hands and was slightly taken aback.
The sheath seemed familiar?
He suddenly had the thought that the sheath was perhaps the sheath to his sword!
The information that the Butterfly Dance gave him back then indicated that there was a sheath to his sword.
But the legacy left by the Crane Saint to him was a sword without a sheath.
He never imagined that he would find it here.
"I have nothing precious here that I can offer you except this sheath, please accept this as a token of apology, my fellow Daoist," said Mao Fu carefully.
He continued, "Previously, when I saw your blade, I had the feeling that this sheath has something to do with it.".
Chu Yu brought the sheath close to his sword as he felt a sense of joy.
That was it!
The sword had its own soul, and so did the sheath.
"This sheath was brought back from the land of soul suppression by my mother. Even though I don't know what it is, my mother once said that the sword to this sheath is definitely an object that surpasses Saintly equipment. I don't know if that's true, but I can feel that it's definitely not ordinary," said Mao Fu.
Mao Fu would not have made a good businessman.
That thought went through Chu Yu's mind.
He nodded his head and said, "Thank you for your thought.".
"Does this mean you've taken a liking to it?" said Mao Fu with a face of reluctance. He was, however, happy as he wanted his mother to recover more than anything.
Chu Yu nodded his head, "It's good.".
After he said this, he kept the sheath and did not let it 'reunite' with the sword.
The sword was eye catching enough, he did not need it to show its power again.
"That's good then, that's good. My fellow Daoist, please rest first, if you need anything, feel free to call me," said Mao Fu as he turned around and left.
Chu Yu immediately began conjuring a magical formation. It was not a powerful one, it was just for separation.
He took out the sword and he sheath.
A loud ring came off the sword, it sounded like it was overjoyed.
If not for the magical formation, the sound would have definitely been heard by someone else.
The sword flew into the embrace of the sheath.
With that, a number of ancient images appeared in Chu Yu's mind.
With a glance, Chu Yu felt a surge of intensity overcome his divine senses.
It was the Immortal Realm!
The images belonged to neither the previous era nor the current era, they did not belong to this universe.
It was the highly sought after Immortal Realm!
The images flashed across too quickly, Chu Yu felt like his head was about to explode.
His mind did not have the capacity for this, and it almost imploded in that instance.
A wave of energy came off his forehead, his mental capacity increased by a thousand times before he ploughed to the ground and fainted.
He did not dream.
When he woke up, a pair of large eyes stared at him from a close distance.
He was frightened out of his wits as he backed off.
It was Qing Er.
"You're awake?" asked Qing Er peacefully.
"What are you doing?" Chu Yu asked.
"What happened? You've been asleep for a few hundred years," said Qing Er.
"What?" mumbled Chu Yu, shocked.
"I'm kidding, it has only been three days," said Qing Er emotionlessly.
"Mao Fu has been worried sick," she added.
"That's good," said Chu Yu as he rolled his eyes.
The sheath almost killed him!
Who would have thought that the reunion of the sword and the sheath would nearly break him mentally?
However, Chu Yu could sense that his divine sense had become much more powerful!
He attempted to test its reach and realised that he could visualize places that were millions of miles away!
He could see everything here, including Mao Fu who was sobbing at his mother's side.
In that moment, he forgave Mao Fu.
He still wanted the battleship though.
The information he had obtained shocked him as he stared into blank space.
"Are you alright," frowned Qing Er.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," assured Chu Yu.
"Something's off about you. Many things actually," said Qing Er as she looked at him suspiciously.
"You were definitely a hungry ghost in your past life! Do you remember Ba Jie from the story I told you about the monkey?" asked Chu Yu.
"Are you saying that I'm a pig?" Qing Er asked with a dangerous look in her eyes.
Chu Yu brushed it off and stood up, "Let's go and see if we can find anything to eat.".
It was not wise to offend a hungry woman.
Even though Mao Fu was starved on resources, he had plenty of food.
Soon, many top tier dishes were brought to Qing Er.
Qing Er began her feast.
Chu Yu accompanied Mao Fu to see his mother.
He said, "There is a way, but it's just as you said, to cure her, we need to go to the land of soul suppression. We need other medical herbs as well.".
"The flying immortal grass, the hallucinating stone, the spectral jade, and the dragon's eye.".
As he said this, he used his mental powers to project the images of these herbs in the air.