Chapter 29 Qi Cheng Yin Lisheng's first thought upon waking: Where's my wife?! ...

"I am a living person." Yin Lisheng's expression was calm, and his tone was unperturbed, as if he were stating something that was perfectly ordinary.

"Huh?" The little white dumpling stared at him with wide eyes, as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. It was so stunned that it took it a long time to slowly come back to its senses.

"You, you, you! What are you saying?!" It trembled with rage, leaping and flying around Yin Lisheng. "Chi Du is a highly respected senior in your cultivation world, can't you show some respect?!"

Yin Lisheng remained calm and unhurried, raising his hand to gently grasp the restless white ball in his palm: "Don't fly yet, let me finish what I have to say."

"The sword slays the Demon Lord to end the war; the force seals the Demon Emperor to protect the world. True Master Chi Du proves his Dao with the sword, protecting the cultivation world for ten thousand years of peace. I am just an unknown ordinary disciple who is not even sure if I can join the Qingyuan Sect. Naturally, I am far inferior to him."

"Good that you understand. I advise you to give up on that idea as soon as possible." Upon hearing this, the white dumpling became smug again, its tail practically wagging in the air.

“However,” Yin Lisheng suddenly changed the subject, “there is one thing that Master Chi Du is indeed no match for me in.”

Upon hearing this, the little white dumpling immediately became indignant and shouted, "What?"

“I am a living person.” Yin Lisheng’s eyes were burning and his expression was sincere. “To be alive means to have infinite possibilities.”

The white ball of dust was stunned and stood there at a loss. Yin Lisheng pressed his advantage and continued, "Ten thousand years have passed, time flies, and Master Chi Du has long since turned into a handful of yellow earth. You are also trapped in this secret realm and cannot escape. Even though you are a famous sword, you can only gather dust now."

"Duan Yuan, are you truly willing to accept this?"

He approached slowly, step by step, his eyes burning with intense light. The little white dumpling seemed to be scorched by that gaze and instinctively retreated.

Ten thousand years ago, this continent witnessed its most glorious and splendid era, a time of countless geniuses and a wealth of talent. But now, time has flowed like a river, the world has changed, and it too has been dormant in this secret realm for ten thousand years. How could it be content with this? But…

"How dare you!" a furious shout suddenly rang out. "It's none of your business how I conduct myself."

The ground beneath Yin Lisheng's feet suddenly cracked open, and countless chains formed from sword energy instantly coiled around his limbs like ferocious pythons. However, he seemed utterly fearless, resolutely taking a step forward to face the oncoming, seemingly tangible sword energy.

“You’re eloquent, and I can’t argue with you. But even if what you say is true, why should I choose you? There are countless talented young people in this world, and there are thousands of choices to make. What are you, Yin Lisheng?” The white dumpling still didn’t budge, her tone full of doubt.

"But I'm your best choice, aren't I?"

The sword energy was incredibly sharp, cutting through his skin. Beads of crimson blood rolled down, falling into the endless void, and then transformed into sparks that vanished in an instant.

“If I’m not mistaken, you’ve noticed me from the moment I stepped into this secret realm.” Yin Lisheng narrowed his eyes slightly and began to carefully recall every detail after entering the secret realm. “The sudden retreat of the Bone-Eating Serpent and the inexplicable sword cry when I drew in Qi, you were behind all of that, weren’t you?”

The white dumpling fell silent; everything Yin Lisheng said was indeed true.

"Although I don't know the reason, there must be something that Master Chi Du is after, otherwise you wouldn't have saved me time and time again." Yin Lisheng recalled the last words that Master Chi Du said when he fought against the Demon Emperor Shao Yu in the memory of the Broken Abyss Sword.

Could the Yin family... refer to the Yin family of the Northern Border?

"After saying all that," the white ball flew up to Yin Lisheng and looked down at him, "Yin Lisheng, is there anything that belongs only to you and can move me?"

“No,” Yin Lisheng answered crisply and frankly. “Before the Yin family was destroyed, I was always confined to a small courtyard. I never embarked on the path of cultivation, nor did I learn to read or practice martial arts. I was just an ordinary child with no special talents.”

"The only thing I can give you is a promise."

"I don't care why you and Chi Du Zhenren chose me, or what your purpose is. I just want to make a deal with you."

The little white dumpling asked in confusion, "What kind of deal?"

"You help me improve my strength so that I can personally avenge my enemies; I will help you complete the task entrusted to me by Master Chi Du. Duan Yuan, do you dare to make this deal?" Yin Lisheng asked again, his gaze fixed on the white ball of flesh.

Time passed slowly in silence, each moment seemingly stretched out infinitely.

After a long while, the white dumpling suddenly chuckled, its voice carrying a hint of mockery and teasing: "That rude kid outside was so confident that you would tame me, but now you just want to make a deal with me. Aren't you afraid that kid will get angry if he finds out?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Lisheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a knowing smile. He knew in his heart that Duan Yuanjian had already agreed to his proposal.

"That's none of your concern," Yin Lisheng said calmly.

"Hmph!" The white ball of fluff let out a soft snort, and with a flash of light, it instantly transformed into the shape of the jet-black Broken Abyss Sword.

In an instant, azure mist rose up, swirling around the Broken Abyss Sword, while at the same time, thirty-six golden seal characters appeared one by one like stars.

"Tens of thousands of years have passed..." The white dumpling's voice suddenly lost its former childishness, transforming into a clear and melodious sword cry that resonated in the endless void. "I never thought that this contract ritual would reappear in the world."

As the words fell, countless spiderweb-like cracks slowly appeared on the black sword.

At the same time, beneath Yin Lisheng's feet, a complex and mysterious golden array slowly emerged, with runes flashing and light flowing.

"Use your bones as a sheath, and my soul as a blade." The voice of the Broken Abyss Sword grew more ethereal. Yin Lisheng felt a strange sensation in his left chest. Looking down, he saw a transparent sword-shaped hole slowly emerging, and the Broken Abyss Sword was gradually filling the void.

The moment the sword hilt pierced his heart, the final contract rune was completely imprinted into the depths of his soul. In an instant, a loud and stirring sword cry soared into the sky.

The contract is now complete.

The sword's cry was like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the entire Qingyuan Sect.

Within the Qingyuan Sect, all the swords of the Sword Peak disciples seemed to be summoned by some kind of call, emitting a buzzing response.

This unprecedented and strange sight instantly caused a great uproar within the Qingyuan Sect. Disciples came out of their rooms and looked up in the direction from which the sword's cry came, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Song Wenzhuo said anxiously as he hurriedly pushed open the door, his voice tinged with panic.

Seeing this, Fu Yunshu calmly raised his hand to make a silencing gesture, then lowered his voice and said softly, "It should have been successful."

"That's good." Seeing that the person on the bed had not yet woken up, Song Wenzhuo knew it was inconvenient to disturb them at this time, so he quickly turned around and left the room.

Fu Yunshu closed his eyes slightly and sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness, instantly sensing the restlessness of the Cold Cry Sword within it.

"Han Qi, he succeeded, didn't he?" Fu Yunshu asked softly.

"Clang—" The Cold Cry Sword emitted a crisp sword sound, as if in response to his question.

"That's good too, you'll have a playmate now." Fu Yunshu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

"Clang—Clang—" The Cold Cry Sword rang out twice more, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.

—I'm not like that rude, hot-tempered person.

"Alright, alright, don't take it to heart with Duan Yuan." Fu Yunshu shook his head helplessly and gently comforted him.

"Clang—clang—clang—" The sound of the Cold Cry Sword grew more and more urgent, as if this question was of great importance to him.

—Are you really going to take that kid as your apprentice?

“He’s fine,” Fu Yunshu tilted her head slightly, “isn’t he?”

"Clang—clang—" The Cold Cry Sword emitted two sword cries, its tone tinged with a hint of strain.

—Whatever. For your sake, I might reluctantly accommodate that rude and short-tempered person.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshu couldn't help but chuckle. "I know, our Hanqi is the most sensible one."

"Clang—" The Cold Cry Sword emitted another proud sword cry, as if responding to Fu Yunshu's praise.

"Hmm—" Just then, Yin Lisheng on the bed let out a muffled groan, as if it were a sign that she was about to wake up.

"Looks like she's about to wake up," Fu Yunshu murmured softly, then turned and pushed open the door, preparing to leave the room.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Qiu Nan hurriedly stepped forward and anxiously asked, "Immortal Venerable Huaiwei! Aren't you going to stay and wait for Li Sheng to wake up before you leave?"

"No, thank you." Fu Yunshu shook his head gently. "Just say that Su Yun has already left. Tomorrow is the apprenticeship ceremony. You should think carefully about which peak you want to enter."

"Immortal Venerable—" Qiu Nan wanted to say more, but Fu Yunshu's figure had already disappeared at the door, leaving him standing there with a helpless and puzzled expression.

"Shuangwan, what do you think the Immortal Venerable is trying to do?" Qiu Nan asked Yan Shuangwan with a puzzled look. "We have all seen how the Immortal Venerable has taken care of Yin Lisheng these past few days. I thought the Immortal Venerable was thinking of taking Lisheng as his disciple."

Yan Shuangwan gently shook her head, "How could you and I easily guess what the Immortal Venerable is thinking?"

“That makes sense, but tell me,” Qiu Nan changed the subject and raised another question, “should we tell Li Sheng about this?”

"No, please." Yan Shuangwan frowned slightly, her expression hesitant. "Judging from what Immortal Venerable Huaiwei said just now, it seems that she doesn't want him to know."

"Alright." Qiu Nan sighed helplessly. Although he had many doubts in his heart, he could only put them aside for the time being.

When Yin Lisheng woke up, he found himself in the room he had stayed in with Su Yun at Huayang Courtyard that night. Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan were standing by the bed looking at him nervously.

"Thank God, Li Sheng, you're finally awake," Qiu Nan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "We were all so worried about you. You have no idea how scary you looked, covered in cold sweat. Seriously, these past two days have been..."

Yan Shuangwan nodded frequently beside her, occasionally chiming in with a few words of agreement.

Yin Lisheng had no interest in listening to his incessant chatter.

Where is Su Yun?