Other spirit swords weren't bad either, but their attributes weren't a good match. For example, Purple Extreme was ice, Crimson Cloud was fire, Red Dust was wind, and Goddess of the Luo River was light. Although they were all spirit treasures, they weren't very compatible with Ye Sisi.

As Ye Sisi walked, she noticed that more and more sword energy was surging towards her. In the end, it was not just sword energy anymore; long swords floating in the air were all approaching her.

Even the longswords stuck in the ground would emit a series of sword cries as she passed by.

Ye Sisi stood there curiously, muttering to herself, "You don't all want to come with me, do you?"

It wasn't that she was narcissistic; when she first came in, she clearly felt that the sword energy rushing towards her was very sharp, and even carried a hint of scrutiny.

But now she clearly felt that both the sword energy and the longsword itself exuded an aura of ingratiation and happiness. Was she really that popular?

However, none of these swords were suitable for her. Although these swords were of high quality, they were at most half-step spiritual treasures, meaning they had a trace of intelligence but were still far from being fully awakened.

Seeing that Ye Sisi was ignoring them, so many swords were getting anxious, especially the ones in the sky, which swarmed towards Ye Sisi.

Ye Sisi also noticed that the items floating in the sky were of relatively high quality, at least top-grade spiritual artifacts, and most of them had their own consciousness.

She brushed aside the snow-white longsword that was about to poke her face and said irritably, "What, you want to fight? What are you doing here with an ice-attribute sword?"

The snow-white longsword seemed aggrieved. It waved itself in front of Ye Sisi, then turned over, as if trying to shove its hilt into Ye Sisi's hand.

Ye Sisi was speechless. Why did she feel like this guy was trying to be cute with her?

But you are a sword, a sword that would rather break than bend, do you have to be so spineless?

Before she could even throw it away, another gleaming gold longsword, exuding the air of a nouveau riche, clanged against the snow-white longsword and then smugly shoved itself into Ye Sisi's hand.

Ye Sisi...

What, are you treating her like an emperor, about to stage a grand drama of vying for favor in the harem?

Ye Sisi remained silent as she watched the various long swords surrounding her, seemingly determined to prevent her from leaving, and the two, Xiao Bai and Xiao Jin, locked in a fierce battle.

It was like one sword after another being slapped away, and her hands were sore from slapping. Of course, the number of swords in the melee also increased.

Just then, a phrase inexplicably popped into her mind—"femme fatale"—and she felt that she was, in a moment, the very embodiment of a femme fatale.

The problem wasn't caused by people, but by a bunch of mindless swordsmen who loved to fight.

Seeing that the swords were going on and on, Ye Sisi simply sat down, propped her chin up, and watched them fight. To be honest, it was quite a sight to see hundreds of longswords dancing wildly.

Actually, if it weren't for the rule in the Heavenly Sword Sect that each person could only take one sword, she wouldn't mind taking all of them. After all, who would complain about having too many treasures?

"Have you had enough? Is there anyone, oh no, is there anyone with a sword who would point the way? I need to find the Sword of No Trace."

Upon hearing this, the swords immediately stopped fighting and raised their blades to face Ye Sisi, as if accusing this heartless man who had recklessly provoked them.

They're fighting tooth and nail for her here, and she's actually eyeing that vixen outside. How can there be such a fickle and promiscuous cultivator in the world?

Ye Sisi was amused; she had never thought a group of swords could be so adorable.

So he beckoned with his finger and said with a smile, "You all want to come with me?"

All the swords stepped forward in unison, their meaning clear. Ye Sisi continued with a smile, "But you are all too weak; even your weapon spirits are incomplete."

The swordsmen remained silent.

They couldn't understand why there were such despicable cultivators in the world, and if they had complete artifact spirits, would they still cherish her so much?

Ye Sisi had found it strange when she took in Xiao Liuli. Xiao Liuli said that her scent was pleasant. Later, she also tried to subtly inquire with Xiao Pang, but that stubborn brat just kept quiet and she couldn't get any information out of him.

This time, however, she was certain that she did possess something that could attract the spirit of a weapon. But she was very curious about what it was, as she had never heard of the Eye of Life being able to help a weapon awaken its spirit.

Just then, the kidnappers Little Fatty and Little Liuli, whom she had sent out, ran back crying.

Ye Sisi was very surprised. These two had actually been bullied?

Although neither Little Fatty nor Little Liuli are the spirits of battle-type spirit treasures, one is arrogant and the other is cunning. They don't seem like spirits that can be bullied and made to cry.

Besides, they've only been gone for a short time, maybe half an hour at most. And they're all spirits, their physical bodies aren't here, so they can't just get beaten up.

Ye Sisi became more and more curious as she looked at Xiao Liuli. She beckoned to Xiao Liuli, whose eyes reddened, and Xiao Liuli rushed into Ye Sisi's arms, but unfortunately, she missed.

Ye Sisi looked at Xiao Liuli's pitiful face and asked curiously, "Were you bullied?"

Little Liuli said with a wronged expression, "We found the Traceless Sword, and then we wanted to kidnap it, oh no, invite it over, but it has a terrible temper. We only said two words to it before it started hitting us."

Ye Sisi glanced at the chubby boy's unhappy face, suppressed a laugh and asked, "None of you have a physical form, how could it possibly hit you?"

"Hmm, it not only hits, but it also hurts a lot. It can switch freely between reality and illusion."

Ye Sisi tenderly patted Xiao Liuli's head, while also finding the Traceless Sword increasingly interesting.

Little Fatty's eyes were red as he stood to the side. He got beaten up too, didn't he? Why didn't Ye Sisi comfort him?

"Little Fatty, what's wrong? Are you going to cry?"

Ye Sisi noticed that Xiao Pang's eyes were red and he looked pitiful, which she found very strange. She never expected that the proud little painting spirit would cry.

When Little Fatty met Ye Sisi's gaze, he felt a lump in his throat and immediately burrowed into his body, bursting into tears. He decided that he would take back the access he had given Ye Sisi and never let her in again.

Ye Sisi was a little confused and asked Xiao Liuli, who was standing obediently beside her, "What happened to him? Was he beaten badly?"

Little Liuli lowered her head shyly and said in a soft, childlike voice, "I guess so."

She wouldn't tell Ye Sisi that the little fat guy was sad because he felt ignored. Humph, who told him to act so arrogant all the time? He'd never steal his sister's attention.

Ye Sisi didn't notice the sly glint in Xiao Liuli's beautiful eyes. She thought she would have to give Wuhenjian a good scolding later, since he didn't understand the importance of unity and friendship.