Chapter 78 The Scarred Sword

But Lin Qingran is his junior sister after all, and she has lost face so badly today.

It must be because they couldn't accept it that they made such a self-deceiving move right under the Sword Master's nose.

Forced to bite the bullet, he said apologetically, "Senior Sword Master, when my junior sister was choosing her sword, the swordsmen of the Eternal Sect also showed her affection. Today..."

As he spoke, a look of unbearable frustration and despair crossed his face. "I don't know why I'm suddenly like this."

He also really wanted to know... why!

Hua Buxiu had naturally heard about the Wan Gu Sect's spirit sword paying homage, which was quite a hot topic at the time.

Everyone envied Wu Miao for having taken on such an extraordinary disciple.

Given the precedent, it's not surprising that the Taixu Sect's swordsman acted this way.

The strange thing is...

Even if a sword from the Taixu Sect takes a fancy to a disciple from another sect, it has the right to choose its master freely and can happily follow it.

The Taixu Sect would never be petty.

This is also a tacit understanding among the various sects.

If she has truly formed a contract with the Taixu Sect's sword, it doesn't matter.

But the current situation of the Spirit Swords collectively turning against them and going berserk makes one think deeply.

Hua Buxiu couldn't see anything strange about her at the moment, so he didn't investigate further.

The wide sleeves that reached the ground trailed out a trail of blue, and without any visible movement, those present felt an absolute sense of oppression.

All the swords were brushed by a terrifying force as faint as smoke, yet which rendered them utterly powerless to resist.

Obediently suppressing his anger, he quickly adjusted his formation, bypassed the disciples, and obediently turned around to rush towards the Sword Tomb on the back mountain.

Henjian lashed Lin Qingran again in mid-air, then whizzed back to Jiang Xianwan and cautiously nuzzled against her.

Jiang Xianwan, who had just torn off the little purple thing coiled on her head, looked at Hua Buxiu with a different expression.

Unexpectedly, this was the true strength of the beautiful woman.

That's awesome!

It seems he was exceptionally merciful when he was training them to beat them up.

Receiving the horrified gazes of his four wicked disciples, Hua Buxiu tilted his head, a tender smile appearing on his lips. Ugh!

A devilish smile!

The four people: "..."

Jiang Xianwan didn't care about Pei Chang'an, who had picked up Lin Qingran and left with Elder Ming. She wanted to talk to Hua Meiren about the sword, but Hua Buxiu waved his hand and said, "I don't know. Since it's with you, keep it."

Jiang Xianwan: "But..."

Faced with his wicked disciple's question, Hua Buxiu smiled and shook his fingertip, uttering only two words, "Get lost!"

He was quite surprised.

But he truly did not know the origin of the sword.

All that is known is that this sword was once severely damaged, its spirit fell into a deep sleep, and its former owner has most likely long since turned to ashes.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Xianwan woke him up, he still looked eager, fearful yet loving, and cautious.

When the sword made a pact with Jiang Xianwan, two more pact marks appeared between its brows.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jiang Xianwan quickly left.

"Honestly, it's strange."

The sword's spirit is extremely weak, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

He seems to be afraid of her, yet he also likes her very much.

Su Qingliu offered a candid and scathing critique: "This sword is a bit ugly."

Bai Ziye looked at it from left to right, "Little thing, it's ugly in a unique way."

Lin Yujin: "Why would you use such an ugly sword? Why don't you sell it as junk?"

Jiang Xianwan was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, it doesn't seem ugly."

Not only is she not ugly, she's actually quite pretty.

Su Qingliu glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Bai Ziye glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Lin Yujin spoke up for them, "Junior Sister, I know your taste has always been weird, but honestly, aren't you... a little blind?"

Jiang Xianwan: "...?"

The unapproved sword trembled slightly.

With a forced smile, the sword flashed with golden light, revealing its true form.

Its appearance immediately drew admiring glances from the three teenagers.

This sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, with a long and slender blade.

Its color is like the clear, cold mountain stream, as bright as frost, and its sword patterns resemble stars. A shimmering golden light, like ripples on water, runs from top to bottom through the blade.

It gives people a complex feeling that is both sharp and soft, yet they complement each other, which is extremely mysterious.

Su Qingliu tapped his arm lightly with his knuckles, lost in thought. "He looks very strong, but I've never seen him before."

He was familiar with every spirit sword in the Spirit Sword Manual.

Sword Master, who can crush other swords, shouldn't be unknown and unsung by the world.

Jiang Xianwan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "It's called the Scar Sword."

The moment the contract was successful, Jiang Xianwan sensed the presence of the Scar Sword and naturally saw the beautiful, dreamlike, and frail sword spirit.

"The Scarred Sword?"

Su Qingliu pondered carefully, trying to recall information about the sword from his memory, but still shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

Bai Ziye's eyes burned with fervor as he gripped the pen, his fingers gliding across the paper. "Honestly, it's really beautiful. I've never seen a sword more beautiful than this."

However, they only had time to be amazed for a second.

The sword flashed once, then turned gray again.

Lin Yujin stroked her chin, "Being pretty is useless, it's badly injured, it'll take forever to recover!"

Henjian: "..."

The weakened sword spirit curled up slightly, its dark eyelashes closed, and a single tear silently welled up beneath its thick lashes.

This feeling startled Jiang Xianwan again, and an inexplicable sense of irritation arose in her heart.

Blade & Soul is sad.

They were also afraid.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the rusty longsword, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing it a few times.

When he spoke again, his voice was dry and hoarse, a quality he hadn't even realized he possessed.

"It's alright."

The sword spirit's eyelashes trembled, and it opened its light golden eyes in a daze, its eyes misty with moisture, and a damp red mark appeared at the corner of its eye.

He eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Back at his residence, Jiang Xianwan squatted in the courtyard, examining the Hen Sword over and over for a long time, when suddenly a wisp of spiritual energy pulled him onto the Floating Platform.

She saw the Northern Emperor just as he arrived outside her courtyard from mid-air.

Yun Weize clearly hadn't expected such a coincidence. The spiritual energy threads froze for a moment, and it was too late to retract them.

Jiang Xianwan raised her hand and waved aside the veil, saying helplessly, "Your Majesty."

Yun Weize was unusually embarrassed, saying, "It's just a coincidence, just a coincidence."

While the two were talking, the man in black with silver hair turned around, hesitated, and then walked back to the Lianfu Platform.

Yun Weize parted his lips and explained, "I just want to see that sword."

Why are there two seal marks on Jiang Xianwan's forehead?

Di Yin nodded slowly.

Jiang Xianwan glanced at Yun Weize, then at the Northern Emperor.

"This disciple greets the Northern Emperor."

Di Yin: "..." Another disciple?

He pursed his lips, his jade-white fingers falling back into his sleeve. "Wanwan."

Jiang Xianwan nodded haphazardly, then turned to Yun Weize and asked, "Does Your Majesty know the origin of this sword?"

Yun Weize had just realized that Di Yinxun had something to say to Jiang Xianwan, and after hesitating for a moment, he suggested, "Why don't you two talk first?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She remained silent, preparing to leave, when Di Yin suddenly said gently, "It's alright."

He wasn't afraid of Yun Weize's jokes.

He deserved it.