The moment Ruxue's words reached him, Qingyi's eyes flashed, and he burst forward toward the ship whose hull had been partially scorched by his flame spear's attack.
A fluid sweep of his hands pried the outer hull apart, exposing the cargo it had been built to protect.
Ten sealed boxes rested inside, each one inlaid with gold and jade, their lacquered surfaces catching the starlight that poured through the torn opening.
Ignoring the other nine, he fixed his attention on the one at the center.
A thread of Lightning Qi crackled from his fingertips, shattering the seal with a sharp snap and exposing the treasure within.
A small metallic fragment lay inside, no larger than a finger, its silver steel etched with pieces of ancient script and pulsing with a soft purple glow.
Without hesitation, he pressed the fragment against the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. The blade drank it in at once, and a blinding radiance swept across its length.
