"you……"

Ning Ye was utterly shocked by what he saw.

Because the visitor was none other than Li Ming, whom he had been secretly competing with, and he had no idea what the other party's methods were.

All that could be seen was the Long Night Sword, which had been clinging tightly to his hand, suddenly slipping out of his grasp.

The incredibly sharp blade sliced ​​through Li Ming's finger, and a drop of golden blood slid onto the blade's surface, only to be instantly absorbed. This was followed by a continuous tremor, an expression of immense joy and...desire.

Li Ming witnessed this and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Good heavens, is it starving?

So, Ning Ye was unlucky too.

It just so happens that we ran right into the line of fire; otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up in such a dangerous situation.

After all, the Long Night Sword can be considered a guardian deity of the Taiyi Sword Sect, and it wouldn't normally be out of control like this.

Although there had been deaths before, they were caused by people who were completely unaware of their own limitations and tried to forcibly take control of the Imperial Weapon. These people were all somewhat tainted.

"Fine, I guess I'm just unlucky."

Li Ming sighed slightly, flicked his finger, and several drops of golden blood fell.

At his level, a single drop of blood contains immense energy within him, and even more so, his life information, making it extremely important.

Generally speaking, it is unlikely that blood would be exposed unless one is extremely close to the person in question.

Otherwise, you might face a lot of strange and unusual methods.

But what evil intentions could the opponent possibly have, given that it's just a sword?

"Clang!"

The piercing sword cry rang out again, but unlike the previous one which carried a hint of rage, this time it carried a touch of joy. At the same time, the few drops of blood were instantly absorbed once more, but this time Li Ming unexpectedly discovered it.

He seemed to have developed an extremely faint connection with this imperial weapon, the Long Night Sword.

The other person's intense joy was also conveyed to him.

But when he tried to understand it more deeply, he could feel an overwhelming killing intent and power.

"It feels like I just experienced this not long ago."

Li Ming suddenly realized something.

Isn't that the feeling between him and the Primordial Sword?

Although it cannot be completely controlled, one can transmit one's thoughts to the other person, and the other person's thoughts can also be transmitted to him.

This is what happens when an Imperial Weapon recognizes a master whose strength is insufficient.

"No way?"

With a thought, Li Ming donated another dozen drops of blood.

Even he felt a pang of regret at the cost.

His blood is even more powerful than that of true dragons and other divine beasts, possessing an extremely high life essence. Every drop of his blood can be a part of his power, and if he loses it, he has to spend time replenishing it later.

But compared to an imperial weapon, his power was insignificant.

He's just a lowly martial artist at the Heaven and Earth Realm; what merit does he have to be remembered so fondly?

It seems so.

It values ​​the "taste" and that potential more than the "quantity".

"what happened……"

Ning Ye was completely bewildered, watching Changye Sword circle around Li Ming like a child.

They completely forgot that they had just been on the verge of death.

Are you alright?

Seeing that Ning Ye seemed to be more awake, Li Ming kindly asked her what was wrong.

"It's nothing... but what's wrong with you...?"

Ning Ye shook his head.

"If you want to thank someone, thank your good brother. I wouldn't have bothered saving you if he hadn't begged me."

Li Ming said calmly.

“Imperial weapons are no ordinary things.”

"...You're right."

Ning Ye instinctively wanted to refute, but then forcibly suppressed it and sighed.

Although he was full of questions, Li Ming had indeed saved his life, and his tone unconsciously became incredibly gentle.

Anyone who knows him well would be stunned. This proud guy has finally met someone who can make him back down.

"Xiao Ningzi, are you alright?"

A joyful voice came from not far away.

It was Shen Qianqiu who rushed over as soon as the turmoil subsided.

"fine."

Ning Ye nodded, somewhat moved.

After thinking about it, this is what a good brother is all about.

Shen Qianqiu ran to Ning Ye's side, carefully examined him, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in a slightly regretful tone:

"It's good that you're alright, but it's a pity. If something had happened to you, the sect might have put even more effort into training me."

"You bastard..."

Ning Ye rubbed his forehead and said irritably.

With Shen Qianqiu's intervention, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

At this moment, Shen Qianqiu asked the question that Ning Ye had always wanted to ask.

"Brother Li... what's going on with this Long Night Sword Technique?"

Looking at the once ferocious and terrifying Long Night Sword, it now rests quietly in Li Ming's hand like a well-behaved child.

To this, Li Ming could only tell the truth:

"You might not believe it, but it's attached to me."