What I Saw in Chapter 969

Song Chunxue knew that the conditions her senior brother had set wouldn't be too unreasonable.

She agreed without hesitation.

"Please teach me, senior brother. I'll agree to any conditions." Song Chunxue clenched her fist. "If Wuyou is allowed to play tricks on me, I'd rather give him away."

Master Zhang shook his head and revealed the painful truth.

"Didn't you realize that she chose you as her master because she thinks you're easy to bully? This sword spirit is extremely proud and will not willingly be driven by others." Zhang Chengxuan's voice was calm. "But as the Taoists say, man can conquer nature. If you are controlled by your own weapon, you will only make yourself a laughing stock."

The others nodded in agreement; that made sense.

"Clang!"

Just then, Wuyou returned, rushing menacingly towards Zhang Chengxuan, her sword tassel brushing against the hilt.

If Wuyou had hands and a waist, she would be standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at Zhang Chengxuan right now.

"Fine, Zhang Chengxuan, I've given you leeway out of respect for Song Chunxue, and you actually instigate her to enslave me? Where's your conscience? Believe me or not, I'll poke holes in you right now!"

"Whoosh!"

Just then, Master Zhang's sword blocked Wuyou's path.

Wuyou immediately chickened out and became as quiet as a mute.

This is the most powerful sword obtained from Kunlun Mountain. Even Lord Zhao and Taoist Master Han were tempted by it back then.

The golden sword was half the width of Wuyou's. Even though it couldn't speak, its aura was as steady as Zhang Chengxuan himself. Just by appearing here, everyone would think that he was the boss.

The disciples watched with envy; this was the divine sword in their hearts, powerful and awe-inspiring, as if everything around it paled in comparison.

The sharp blade and the imposing dragon patterns on the sword deeply impressed everyone.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Zhang Chengxuan looked at Wuyou with a smile. "How do you plan to turn me into a sieve?"

Wuyou slowly moved back and hid behind Song Chunxue.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The scene was extremely comical. Several young disciples held back their laughter; if they weren't afraid of Wuyou's retaliation, they would have clapped and laughed out loud.

“Junior brother, put him into your storage ring and don’t let him out,” Master Zhang said gently. “You’ve spoiled him too much, which is why he’s allowed to ride roughshod over you.”

"You!" Wuyou's sword tip pointed directly at Zhang Chengxuan.

The golden sword slowly floated to Wuyou's side, just a hair's breadth away from touching each other.

"Hmph!" Wuyou jumped out of the window again. "I'm not playing with you bunch of trash anymore."

Hahaha, Tudan and the others laughed so hard they were doubled over, and they all told Song Chunxue that if she didn't like it, she could give Wuyou to them.

"Tomorrow, let Master Han teach you the art of sword control, and I guarantee he'll be completely obedient to you from now on."

Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you teach me? Why are you making demands of me?"

“Because I promised Master Han a condition.” Zhang Chengxuan crossed his arms. “That’s fair.”

Lord Zhao nodded. "Very fair."

"..." I felt like I'd been tricked.

...

After waking up, Senior Lan Jin sought out Song Chunxue alone to say goodbye.

She said she had let go of her obsession and would go through the tribulation properly.

She hoped to teach Song Chunxue more things when they met next.

She took out a feather and gave it to Song Chunxue, which made Song Chunxue feel flattered.

She rummaged through the box and found a delicate crescent-shaped short sword, which she then gave to her.

"This is a spirit sword. I couldn't resist giving it to you for self-defense," Song Chunxue said solemnly. "It is my great honor to receive your appreciation, senior."

"We'll meet again."

Watching her disappear into the mountains like an arrow, Song Chunxue was really curious about what Wuyou had seen at that time.

After all, the scene must have been incredibly shocking to make a shameless sword so embarrassed.

"I heard you want to control Wuyou?" Master Han appeared in the corridor, looking at the swirling clouds in the distance. He reached out and grabbed a handful, and a ball of cloud appeared in his palm. "You should know that taming him is not a simple matter of one or two moves. You should be prepared to suffer."

"Please rest assured, Master Han, I can overcome any hardship."

Master Han curled his lips and smiled, “This is not just about enduring hardship. It requires strong mental power. You will have to come with me to the illusionary realm to train for a month.”

"So long?"

"However, to outsiders, you only stayed inside for less than half an hour. Do you still want to learn?"

Song Chunxue nodded emphatically.

"Give me peace of mind."

Song Chunxue looked embarrassed. "He ran away."

"Then I'll teach you a trick so you can make him appear in front of you anytime."

Such a clever trick is the best possible solution.

"Please enlighten me, senior!"

*

Twenty days later, Song Chunxue felt that her brain needed some nourishment.

In her view, telekinesis is simply about extracting what's in your head and doing what your hands don't want to do.

She was able to control her worries, but she was really tired.

"Wuyou, do you submit?"

"Admire what? Admire you..." Wuyou looked at his sword, which was suspended in mid-air, and said anxiously, "What are you going to do? Believe me or not, I'll stab you into a sieve in the middle of the night?"

“I’m sorry, Master Han has already taught me how to place various restrictions on you, but on the condition that you borrow him for a month,” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “I have already agreed.”

"You dare!"

Song Chunxue raised her hand and used her mental power, "Be a good girl and follow Master Han, I'm going to catch up on my sleep."

"Song Chunxue, you bastard! #&%@*%—@#-+￥#@！~@%&"

Song Chunxue ignored him and took out two of each of the elixirs that others had given her before, as long as they were nourishing and beneficial to her health. She ate twenty or thirty of them in one go.

Then she fell asleep and soon began to snore softly in her sleep.

“I%……&*&*￥%%%#￥@#！%*-+@#%*&” As he cursed, he was horrified to find himself floating straight out and appearing in front of Master Han.

Dressed in a magnificent black robe, the handsome Taoist Master Han stood in the corridor where bells swayed gently in the wind, and raised his hand to grasp Wuyou's.

He turned to Lord Zhao and said, “Song Chunxue will not wake up for five days. I have set up a restriction on the room so that no one can break in. Let’s go to Qingcheng Mountain. It’s been so long, and we haven’t been able to get any basic cultivation methods or secret manuals for our disciples. As an elder, I have a responsibility to ask them for some.”

Lord Zhao inwardly disapproved of this action, thinking, "Would they really give it to you? You're not just using your status to force it, are you?"

“You can teach them, let them learn some skills from them, and earn the rewards from those seniors through their own abilities. As long as you take out the golden spoon and pretend to be naive, I bet they'll even bring out the most prized possessions from their own library.”

In order to receive their reciprocation in the future?

Lord Zhao agreed with this point.

However, he still had one question.

"Let go of me, let go!" Wuyou protested vehemently, dissatisfied with being held by Daoist Han.

"Worry-Free Sword Immortal, I am very curious, what did you see in their room that frightened you so much that you hid behind me?" Lord Zhao glanced at Daoist Han. "Speak freely, and I will have my junior brother take you to see Lord Xie as soon as possible, how about that?"