Shen Jiao proved the words of the Azure Sword Saint with her actions.

There's nothing a kiss can't solve; if there is, then two kisses will do!

Shen Jiao kissed him in a daze, and the tyrant froze on the spot.

He no longer roared in a gloomy and violent tone about twisting his head or killing him.

Ji Yan stared at Shen Jiao, her expression becoming very strange.

He slowly extended his pale, snow-white hand, his well-defined fingers first touching his own lips, then touching hers.

Not satisfied with just touching it, he pinched it a couple more times.

Shen Jiao: "..."

how?

As an emperor, you should be treated with extra respect. Even a kiss requires checking the softness of your lips.

Shen Jiao didn't know who gave her the courage to do such a thing. Not to mention the tyrant was stunned, she herself was also a little confused.

After all, to outsiders, kissing Ji Yan would probably seem like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth or snatching chestnuts from a fire.

It's dangerous, but also very exciting.

The Qinglang Sword Saint and his apprentice, along with the elders of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, all turned their backs immediately.

Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper.

Only the Azure Sword Saint dared to secretly turn his head and peek, laughing like a 300-pound fool.

Qingfeng: "..."

How can you still laugh in this situation?

It seems that his master is indeed suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

Ji Yan stared at Shen Jiao for a long time without saying a word.

Then, without any warning...

They ran away again!

Shen Jiao: "???"

Princess! Disgusting!

I'll give you a star symbol, you old man.

Qinglang Sword Saint: "!!!"

...

The tyrant's departure was inexplicable, leaving everyone puzzled, but it also gave them a new understanding of his unpredictable temper.

They say things shouldn't happen more than three times, and Shen Jiao has gotten used to it.

He was briefly a little irritable, but then calmed down.

As for the elders of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, their lives are temporarily spared if they behave themselves and don't do anything reckless afterward.

Adhering to the good habit of "borrowing and returning, it's easy to borrow again", Shen Jiao quickly wiped the old woman's sword clean and returned it to the Qinglang Sword Saint.

I had originally planned to give my sister-in-law a flower bath and some aromatherapy, but Ji Yan's onset of illness was too unpredictable.

The sword beside her was a ticking time bomb.

She really couldn't take it anymore.

"Junior Sister, you may not know, but your senior brother has a strict rule." The Azure Sword Saint did not take the sword, and even stood with his hands behind his back, looking dignified and serious.

"I really don't know."

Shen Jiao's relaxed state of mind suddenly became tense.

She was a little flustered.

Is it true that borrowing a sword is easy, but returning it is difficult?

Do I have to bow and kowtow to the old woman with the sword three times and nine times, kowtowing eighty-one times?

The Azure Sword Saint smiled and said, "Junior Sister, there's no need to be nervous. It's not some big deal. It's just that once a sword is lent out, it's like water spilled out. This Azure Sword now belongs to Junior Sister."

Shen Jiao: "???"

Is there such a rule? I've never heard of it before.

Qingfeng: "???"

When was this rule set? How come he didn't know?

Shen Jiao quickly declined, "This is not appropriate, let's return it to Senior Brother."

One should not covet a friend's wife.

You mustn't steal your senior's wife, you mustn't steal her.

The Azure Sword Saint also declined, saying, "There's nothing wrong with it, Junior Sister, please take it."

I finally found a solid and reliable backer for my foolish disciple, so I can't let him go!

Shen Jiao said solemnly, "This is my senior brother's old... sword. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take what others cherish. This is unacceptable, unacceptable!"

Qinglang Sword Saint: "You and I are fellow disciples, we are family. In fact, you are me and I am you. What do you mean by taking what belongs to someone else? This was originally your sword!"

Shen Jiao: "..."

She couldn't refute this strange yet somewhat logical reasoning.

However, once she puts it in the context of this not being a sword, but someone else's wife, she can't accept it.

"I still can't accept it!"

Shen Jiao refused righteously and firmly.

Seeing this, the elders who were watching clutched their chests in anguish, looking as if they were about to faint from anger.

What a narrow-minded dancer!

This is no ordinary sword.

This is the sword that symbolizes the identity of the young master of the martial arts world!

Shen Jiao and Qinglang Sword Saint were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

Qinglang Sword Saint: "Really don't want it?"

Shen Jiao: "No, no, I absolutely refuse."

The Azure Sword Saint remained silent for a while.

As if remembering something, he tentatively said, "If you are willing to take this sword, I will give you an extra three thousand taels of gold!"

Shen Jiao was shocked and exclaimed, "Three thousand taels of gold!"

Holy crap, is the senior I picked up along the way really that rich?

Seeing her so shocked, the Sword Saint of Azure Dragon assumed that the amount given was too small.

Indeed, this is not just about giving a sword, but also about giving a responsibility. Giving only three thousand taels of gold would be a bit unreasonable.

Qinglang Sword Saint steeled his heart, "Senior brother just misspoke, it was actually thirty thousand taels of gold!"

Qingfeng couldn't stand it anymore and kept giving her master meaningful glances: Where did you get so much money?

Qinglang Sword Saint: If I don't have one, I still have you.

Qingfeng is so influential in the martial arts world not only because he is the future leader of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, but also because of his extremely wealthy family background.

Qingfeng: "..."

Shen Jiao stared in disbelief, utterly dumbfounded: "Thirty thousand taels of gold?"

The Azure Sword Saint thought it wasn't enough.

Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he said, "Fine, then it'll be 100,000 taels of gold!"

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