Su Cheng sat at the tea table, his fingers playing with Yu Lan's milky gray hair. It might have been silver, but Su Cheng wasn't particularly sensitive to color.

Sitting opposite him, Cheng Liang maintained his leading man demeanor, remaining calm and composed, exuding an air of ease that suggested he could handle any storm.

Su Cheng didn't know how much Cheng Liang knew about the blade of punishment that power had become, but at this moment he had said everything he could.

That knife was indeed ridiculously powerful, but it wasn't entirely unsolvable.

Cheng Liang glanced at Pei Ling and said with a smile, "I suppose you don't know, senior brother, this sword was passed down by our grandmaster and has been with me for a long time. However, our grandmaster had instructed me that I had no chance to possess this sword, so he passed it on to his disciple."

Su Cheng sneered: "Heh, if that's the case, perhaps I was overthinking it. That's all I have to say. I hope you'll take care of yourself."

"Husband! That's clearly..."

"Yu Lan".

Su Cheng smiled, glanced at her briefly, and then pulled Yu Lan away on his own.

At the tea table, Pei Ling asked curiously, "Sect Leader, what about this sword?"

Cheng Liang chuckled, glancing in the direction Su Cheng had left, offering no reply, but already having some guesses about the big fox in his mind.

On the other side, Dongfang Jue, surprisingly, did not follow along. He left at some point and returned to the Mo Guan camp.

"An immortal?"

"Hmm?" A small head peeked out from behind the military tent, holding her noodles and slurping them up.

This person was someone Dongfang Jue had met by chance some time ago. He called himself the Immortal Venerable Who Seeks Flowers and Willows, and was also known as the Tyrant.

This person is somewhat similar to the Dragon King Yu Lan, both having a loli-like figure.

Despite being a child, this immortal possesses unparalleled supernatural powers.

Dongfang Jue also checked the system and found no difference from Su Cheng, with no information available.

Dongfang Jue originally intended to ignore it, after all, she didn't think every immortal was as easy to talk to as Immortal Su.

But the immortal said she was willing to help Dongfang Jue to improve the fortune of the human race. In addition, she could also help Dongfang Jue to enter the Lingxian Palace. Only then did Dongfang Jue agree to treat her to a meal.

"Shangguan Rou obtained a treasured sword named Yin Feng, which actually allowed her to fight Ye Qinghan!"

"Never heard of it. What does that knife look like?" The shredded meat noodles, which were hardly a delicacy in Dongfang Jue's eyes, were being eaten with great relish by this tyrant, making her a little hungry just watching!

Dongfang Jue sat at the table, looking at the somewhat adorable little kid in front of him, thinking to himself, "This immortal is even smacking his lips while eating..."

After thinking for a moment, Dongfang Jue said, "It's a straight-bladed longsword, burning..."

"That's the Blade of Judgment. I bet your Sect Leader Su panicked the moment he saw it!" The Tyrant put down his chopsticks and just laughed.

Dongfang Jue, now quite excited, nodded quickly. "Does the immortal recognize that weapon?"

"Hehe, I recognize him, and your Sect Leader Su recognizes him too, but that's not the point."

Dongfang Jue's curiosity was piqued, and he quickly asked, "Then what's the key point?"

"The point is... why are you asking this?" The tyrant stopped mid-sentence, seemingly realizing that this was not something Dongfang Jue should know.

Dongfang Jue was also unhappy and reached out to snatch the shredded pork noodles from Immortal Huawen Liu.

"Stop eating! You never tell me anything, just freeload off my camp all day long! I'm not going to support you anymore!"

The immortal sir panicked and quickly bent his arm to protect the rice bowl: "Hey, hey, hey, don't be in such a hurry!"

Dongfang Jue thought to himself, "If you hadn't actually guessed right, I would have kicked you out of the camp long ago, you little brat!"

"You said you'd be my strategist and help me get into the Lingxian Palace, but you have absolutely no strategy and don't say a word. What's the point of me keeping you around!"

And look at that tyrant, the Flower-Seeking Immortal Venerable, with his fawning expression: "Hey, hey, Miss Dongfang, don't be impatient! Let me explain slowly!"

The tyrant finished his soup first before smiling and speaking.

"Judging from your thoughts, you're simply worried that Su Cheng isn't a match for Cheng Liang, aren't you?"

Dongfang Jue thought to himself, "Isn't that just nonsense?"

"Yes, so can Sect Leader Su handle that Judgment Blade?"

The tyrant let out a long sigh, as if he had eaten a large bowl of noodles and felt a bit bloated.

"It is the Blade of Judgment, not some kind of greatsword of judgment. It is a weapon of authority from another world, a divine weapon formed from pure power."

Dongfang Jue raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding but not quite...

"You mean that the Blade of Judgment is not a weapon, nor is it a magic treasure, but rather a form of energy."

The tyrant clapped his hands, as if Li Shiyao had possessed him: "You're smarter than I thought, you're right!"

"Can Sect Leader Su handle this?"

"If it were that woman from back then, Su Cheng definitely wouldn't be able to handle her, but with Shangguan Rou as she is now, she can't cause any trouble at all."

Dongfang Jue also suddenly discovered the blind spot!

Back then, Suzhou, women, and the inability to deal with them?

"That woman from back then? Did Sect Leader Su have a woman back then?"

The tyrant scratched his head: "Let's talk about how to get you into the Lingxian Palace."

Dongfang Jue is no fool. This question is very important to her, and the Immortal Venerable just mentioned the key point without any explanation!

"So, it's Sect Leader Su's woman who came into this world?"

"What are you thinking? That's impossible."

Why is it impossible?

The tyrant just thought that Dongfang Jue was too stupid, no wonder he couldn't be admitted to the Lingxian Palace...

"Imagine what it would mean if the Frost Sword appeared in the hands of a child on the street?"

Dongfang Jue pondered for a moment. Ye Qinghan never parted with the Frost Sword... If it were to appear on the street... it would mean Ye Qinghan was dead...

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