"Senior Brother, why apply medicine? We're all cultivators, why would we need medicine?"

"Ouch! It hurts!!!"

A cry of pain echoed from outside the most magnificent of the seven main halls, the Tian Shu Hall.

Inside the hall, Xiao Mingmu stepped back and then put his injured arm behind his back.

Meanwhile, Wu Er was holding a box of ground medicine, preparing to apply it to Xiao Ming's eyes.

"What's wrong with cultivating immortality? Cultivators are still human, and medicine can still be effective for them."

Wu Er waved the medicine box in his hand. "Come here quickly. You're badly injured. Don't make me use magic to hold you down."

"Senior brother, could you please have another female disciple apply the medicine for me? You're applying it too roughly."

Xiao Mingmu gritted his teeth and blinked, clearly not wanting Wu Er to apply the medicine.

Wu Er shook his head and said, "I don't trust anyone else. Besides, you're hundreds of years old, are you afraid of pain?"

After saying that, Wu Er took a few steps forward and then grabbed Xiao Mingmu's arm, which was hidden behind his back.

"Senior brother, be gentle! Be gentle! It hurts!!!"

Xiao Ming was in so much pain that he kept fidgeting, causing Wu Er to apply the medicine crookedly several times.

After all the commotion, Wu Er finally finished applying the medicine to Xiao Ming's eyes.

After applying the medicine, Xiao Mingmu pulled down his wide sleeves to completely cover the wound on his arm.

"Why didn't you call me back immediately? If you had given me news sooner, would you have gotten hurt?"

Seeing Xiao Mingmu covering his wound, Wu Er grumbled.

Xiao Mingmu smiled awkwardly and said ingratiatingly, "I was just thinking of handling it myself, but who would have thought that guy had the Demon Saint's sword."

He had actually anticipated this situation long ago, and because he knew it, he wanted to solve it alone.

The Demon Saint's sword could pose a threat to immortals, and even if the threat wasn't significant, Xiao Mingmu wanted to eliminate it first.

"Who would have thought that we would see that sword again?"

Wu Er tilted his head and looked out of the main hall through the window, gazing at the sky outside.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he were recalling something.

Seeing Wu Er in a daze, Xiao Ming sat quietly to the side and waited patiently.

For a long time, I was in a daze.

Wu Er shook his head violently, then chuckled to himself, saying, "I'm really getting old; I just love reminiscing about the past."

"Senior brother, you always talk like that."

Xiao Mingmu moved the cushion forward and sat down next to Wu Er, saying, "Which of the other immortals and demon saints doesn't start at a thousand? Senior Brother, you might only have a fraction of that."

Wu Er tilted his head and smiled, but didn't continue the conversation.

Instead, he asked, "How are you? Does the wound still hurt?"

"Of course it doesn't hurt anymore. Besides, I'm a Dao Integration cultivator, how could I be afraid of pain?"

Xiao Mingmu replied with a smile.

But these words drew a scornful look from Wu Er, who hissed, "I wonder who was jumping up and down in pain just now after applying the medicine."

Xiao Mingmu raised his head, swayed his shoulders, and said, "Of course it wasn't me."

"Hey, how about making a vow to the Great Dao?"

"Oath Salt? What kind of salt is Oath Salt?"

"Ha, puns will get you fined!"

"......"

The two of them chatted and joked with each other for a long time.

Wu Er, who had been feeling somewhat depressed, felt much better and a smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that Wu Er was in a better mood, Xiao Ming gently rubbed the corner of his clothes.

He tentatively asked, "By the way, senior brother, could you please take out that sword and let me see it?"

"Um?"

Wu Er's expression changed slightly, and the smile between his brows faded considerably. "What do you want to see it for?"

"That sword wounded me, I should at least take a look at it."

"Yeah, see."

With a wave of his hand, Wu Er conjured a black longsword.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the temperature inside the hall dropped considerably.

This sword is extremely cold.

Xiao Mingmu's pupils contracted upon seeing the black longsword. He pursed his lips and asked, "Senior brother, may I take a closer look?"

Wu Er nodded and then handed over the black longsword.

After receiving the longsword, Xiao Mingmu immediately sat up straight, placed the sword across his knees, and then gently stroked it a few times.

A faint glint of cold light flashed on the sword, and the person stroking the sword closed their eyes slightly.

He murmured softly, "His name is Wushuang, which truly means he has an unparalleled advantage in the world."

This black longsword, named Peerless, has been tempered by the tribulation lightning of mortal transformation and is no longer considered a magical treasure.

It is a sacred object.

Only demon saints and immortals can unleash the true power of sacred objects.

Not long ago, when Xiao Mingmu was fighting Meng Ji, Meng Ji used this sword to launch a sneak attack, which is how Xiao Mingmu was injured.

"This thing is really sharp. If I hadn't used the Daoist jade slip to protect my soul, I would have been cut in half by this sword."

As he spoke, Xiao Mingmu stretched out his wide sleeves and wiped the sword again and again.

This peerless sword can not only cut through flesh and magic weapons, but also sever a person's soul, cutting off all three souls and seven spirits, making it difficult for them to even enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Wu Er nodded slightly and said, "Gou Weichao, whom I rescued a few days ago, was probably injured by this sword. Fortunately, Meng Ji's cultivation was not high enough to sever his soul."

Xiao Mingmu flipped Wushuang over and then carefully wiped it.

After being wiped clean, the black sword blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Xiao Mingmu's eyes.

Half-closed eyes.

"Senior brother, how about I keep this sword for you?"

Touching the Peerless Sword, Xiao Mingmu asked a question.

Why?

Wu Er asked.

Placing the Peerless Sword beside him, Xiao Mingmu smiled and said, "Senior brother, you're too clumsy. What if you accidentally break this sword? I'm more careful. Keeping this sword by my side will help maintain it better."

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