Cultivation is Creation

"I wanted to introduce you to someone."

Elder Chen Yong raised an eyebrow, his hand pausing halfway through reaching for another bottle of spiritual wine. "Oh? And who might that be?"

I took a deep breath. "Yggy? Would you like to come out and meet my Master, Elder Chen Yong?"

For a moment, nothing happened.

I could feel Yggy's presence through our soul bond, a mix of excitement and sudden shyness. After days of practically begging to explore outside my inner world, now that the moment had arrived, the vine was having second thoughts.

"It's okay," I encouraged mentally. "Elder Chen Yong is... well, he's mostly harmless. When he's not throwing formations at people for 'testing purposes.'"

That got a ripple of amusement through our bond, and finally, I felt Yggy make its decision. A shimmer of green light appeared beside me, coalescing into a familiar form. The vine materialized slowly, almost hesitantly, its leaves rustling softly as it oriented itself in the physical world.

Elder Chen Yong's reaction was... not quite what I expected. Instead of surprise or shock, his eyes lit up. He leaned forward in his chair, nearly falling out of it in his enthusiasm, and began muttering rapid observations.

"Fascinating structure... unique energy signature... Is that a touch of demonic qi? No, no, something else... reddish energy, but different..." He squinted, then his eyes widened. "And there! Just a hint of that blue energy of yours, but integrated differently..."