Chapter 1198 Do you miss him?

Qi Yun smiled, clutching his shoulder, his face pale, but his eyes were full of deep affection.

"I was going to return it to him anyway, but he went back on his word and didn't want to give me the weapon he promised. He's now trying to use you to pay off the debt..."

"Wuyou, catch up with Han Mo and give him a sword strike!"

"Yes!" Wuyou happily darted out, as if a rogue had seen a young girl, and with a chuckle, she shot straight at Han Mo like an arrow released from a bow.

"Song Chunxue! You can't do this to me. I didn't intend for you to really sacrifice anything; it was just a temporary measure. Unfortunately, you woke up."

"Hmph, I knew it." Qi Yun gave a bitter laugh, clutched his wound, and fainted.

Song Chunxue then withdrew her sword and looked coldly at Han Mo.

Han Mo dared not step forward. He wanted to say something, but then he saw King Zhou quickly step forward, pick up the unconscious Qi Yun, and leave without saying a word.

Changfeng stared blankly at all of this, his heart still pounding with anxiety.

He never expected that Han Mo would use his master as a bargaining chip.

Seeing that Wuyou had stopped, he called out, "Master, aren't we going to stab him anymore?"

Wuyou shook it. "Yeah, is it still prickly?"

“Stab me, or I won’t learn my lesson!” Song Chunxue said calmly. “I’m sorry, I don’t have the heart of a philanthropist.”

Han Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Stab."

Wuyou hovered in front of him, waiting for him to peek before suddenly stabbing him.

"Pfft~"

Song Chunxue was satisfied. She took out a handkerchief and wiped Wuyou's face, then said coldly, "Changfeng, go back to your room and rest. It's alright now."

"Yes, Master." Changfeng looked at Han Mo, who was clutching his shoulder and howling, and coldly went to the room where his junior brother was.

Song Chunxue was wide awake. After returning to her room, she sat cross-legged and meditated. Her inability to move earlier made her realize that she was not strong enough.

"Worry-free, guard it for me."

"Don't worry, if they dare to come again, just cut off their manhood and let them be shameless!" Wuyou said angrily. "I really don't know what those bastards are thinking. Can a forced relationship be sweet?"

Song Chunxue, who had been in low spirits, couldn't help but laugh. "Exactly."

"But to be honest, if you fall in love with someone else and meet someone better than Xie Zheng, I have no objection now."

Song Chunxue was shocked. "Why? Didn't you insist that I be loyal to Xie Zheng?"

"He's forgotten you. A relationship between two people can disappear when one of them leaves. Let go of your resentment, enjoy life while you can, and don't let it interfere with your spiritual practice."

She looked down at the soft clothes; it was very cool on the mountain at night, and the silk fabric seemed too thin.

"But indulging in the seven emotions and six desires is not conducive to spiritual practice. Don't worry, I never had that intention in the first place."

"Of course, I know that women are generally not that lustful, but there is one thing that even the most powerful woman cannot resist."

"What is it?" Song Chunxue laughed. "You know about this with just a sword? What kind of novels have you been reading lately?"

“It’s unconditional favoritism. Physical and spiritual pleasures are ultimately fleeting, but companionship and favoritism are the most unforgettable.” Wuyou sighed. “I know that what often saddens you the most is that you remember his kindness to you, but Lord Xie only knows you as his senior brother now.”

My heart felt like it had been punched, heavy and dull.

Song Chunxue felt a bitter taste spreading through her. "You're quite knowledgeable."

"I empathize, but we can't force things. What's done is done, and even if broken bonds are mended, the memories may not remain. If you want to forget your pain through someone new, this sword immortal supports you."

Song Chunxue laughed again, "It's rare to see you acting like a normal person today."

"What's so good about being human? It's not carefree at all. I think it's better to be a heartless sword. I am the best candidate for the ruthless sword path in the world."

Yes, are there any divine artifacts in this world that can achieve enlightenment on their own?

“Yes, there are ancient artifacts. Several of them were cultivated from artifact spirits to become Great Luo Immortals step by step. Didn’t you know that?” Wuyou changed to a carefree tone. “So, if you only think about cultivation, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Song Chunxue sighed, "So, even after you achieve your goal, you will leave me?"

"It's hard to say," Wuyou said seriously. "Life is unpredictable, and no one can say for sure."

Song Chunxue nodded, "I understand."

"Would you like a pot of wine?" Wuyou asked considerately. "If you're not in the mood, just lie down and take a nap. There's no rush."

"No, don't lie down and let your mind wander. Focus on your spiritual cultivation." Song Chunxue placed her hands on her knees, her thumbs and middle fingers touching. "Sad emotions can be addictive. You must learn to discard useless emotions and abandon everything that is detrimental to your cultivation."

Wuyou laughed heartily, "You're a promising student, so we'll rely on you then."

Outside the door, Tu Dan'er breathed a sigh of relief and walked away with Chang Feng.

"Thank goodness, I don't need to call my master anymore. My martial aunt can manage on her own."

Changfeng stopped and said, "I think we should invite our senior uncle over. With our senior uncle here, Han Mo won't dare to even consider it."

Tu Dan'er sighed, "I wonder when Wuji and Ye Bai will be able to see each other again."

Changfeng crossed his arms and asked with a smile, "You miss him?"