"You brat, don't push your luck!"

The sword spirit's voice was somewhat exasperated, but it was very pleasant to hear—a clear and magnetic voice somewhere between a boy and a young man. It wasn't hard to imagine that his spirit form must also be quite handsome.

Ye Sisi smiled and stopped Henhen, saying gently, "Henhen, I had no choice. You can't be so withdrawn. You're my future wife, so we should communicate more."

The sword without a trace trembled with rage; he had never seen such a shameless person.

"How can you be so shameless? Who is your wife?"

"Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Look at you, all alone, no, all alone, locked up here for so long, you must be very lonely."

"I am not lonely."

"No, if I say you're lonely, then you're lonely."

Without a trace...

Ye Sisi: If you want to compete with her in talking nonsense, wait another ten thousand years.

Ignoring the trembling of the sword, Wuhen, she composed herself and said, "I was just joking. Feel my sword intent first. If you still don't want to come with me, I'll... I'll..."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll let the hidden head poop on you."

Without a trace...

This is absolutely shameless! Has he been in the Ten Thousand Swords Cave for too long? How have cultivators become like this?

Ye Sisi glanced at the Traceless Sword, and then her body emanated an incomparably domineering sword intent.

In an instant, all the longswords within a hundred miles emitted a sword hum. They were mostly left behind by their former owners after their deaths, and the sword intent surrounding them also belonged to their former owners.

Compared to Ye Sisi's sword intent, the sword intent surrounding them seemed so small and fragile.

When Ye Sisi first comprehended the Burning Heaven Sword Intent, she knew that this sword intent was extremely domineering.

Even Su Jiuli's mighty sword intent would flinch slightly when facing the Burning Heaven Sword Intent, of course, only when Su Jiuli did not use his cultivation to suppress Ye Sisi.

But here, all the swords are ownerless, and their sword intent is also rootless, so they are all suppressed by Ye Sisi's sword intent.

Even the previously aloof and arrogant Wuhen Sword was forcefully pressed back to the ground by Ye Sisi's domineering sword intent.

Its voice trembled slightly as it asked incredulously, "What kind of sword intent is this? Why isn't it within the Great Dao?"

Ye Sisi smiled, but instead of answering his question, she asked in return, "So, are you willing to come with me?"

Her sword intent was certainly not within the Great Dao. The well-known Three Thousand Great Daos are merely the means by which the Heavenly Dao binds living beings.

If I were to allow the beings under my rule to comprehend a Dao that is beyond my control and could even threaten me, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?

Heaven is not stupid; on the contrary, it is very clever. If it weren't for the special circumstances, Ye Sisi's rebellious thoughts would have been struck by lightning long ago.

But given the circumstances, it had no choice but to let Ye Sisi grow up, ideally until she had the strength to challenge the other one.

Wuhen paused for a moment and then moved himself in front of Ye Sisi.

He had chosen masters before, but without exception they all disappointed him. This time, however, he wanted to try again.

Although this new master is a bit shameless, he has never seen a cultivator in his life who can comprehend such domineering sword intent, so he will give it another try.

Ye Sisi felt a little regretful. She had planned out many dirty tricks to coerce and entice Wuhen if he refused her, but alas, all her plans were in vain.

But this is good too. The mission was successfully completed, and I even gained hundreds of concubines. It's such a great deal.

After the blood oath ceremony, Ye Sisi felt a blood connection between herself and Wuhen.

Perhaps this is what makes the difference of a birth year treasure!

"Henhen, don't be shy. An ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her in-laws. Come out and say hello."

Without a trace...

What if he regrets it? This new owner seems unreliable. He was too hasty and should have thought it through more.

"Are you really not coming out? If you don't come out, I'll kiss you."

The Traceless Sword trembled. Although the Spirit Treasure is not strictly genderless, it evolved according to the gender of its first owner, so its personality and appearance are also male.

But how could this girl be so careless? He's a sword, after all!

However, Ye Sisi looked serious and wasn't joking at all. In order to protect his innocence, Wuhen reluctantly came out.

Ye Sisi's eyes lit up when she saw the young sword spirit in front of her, dressed in black with a cold and handsome face. She knew it! With such a nice voice, he must be good-looking too.

"As expected of my wife, she's really beautiful."

Without a trace...

His stern expression almost faltered. How on earth did this silly, unserious little girl comprehend such a domineering and vast sword intent?

"Henhen, you're so beautiful, why is your true form so worthless?"

This time, Wuhen couldn't help but twitch his lips: "It's worthless, don't take it."

"No way. I understand the principle of not abandoning a wife who has shared hardship. I'm a model student."

"Forget it, if it's not good-looking, it's not good-looking. Let's go see my fifth senior brother."

No sooner had they finished speaking than six streaks of light shot toward them.

Ye Sisi looked closely and noticed that one of the red streaks of light seemed a bit strange.

Then the streak of light got closer and closer, and she could see clearly that there was a person hanging behind the red streak of light. Who else could it be but Bai Luochen?

"Junior Sister, help! The Crimson Sky Sword is trying to escape, I can't catch it!"

Ye Sisi's lips twitched, not understanding what he was doing.

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