Chapter 741 You're Right
Song Chunxue looked at Yu Wanqing, "That's not what you said before!"
Yu Wanqing shrank his neck and said, "I heard it from someone else, so it's definitely not as accurate as news from the capital."
Huo Xiang laughed loudly, arrogantly swinging her legs.
"Even if he gets Lord Xie's elixir, he still needs an inconspicuous medicine to restore his strength. Otherwise, he definitely won't be able to withstand the next bloodletting."
"Crack!" Song Chunxue crushed the teacup in her hand. "What did you say?"
"You don't know yet? Well, that's true," Huo Xiang laughed wildly. "After all, you are Lord Zhao's junior brother, while Zhang Chengxuan is just an arrogant scoundrel who thinks he knows everyone else. In the end, he was defeated by his own conscience. If he had been like me, he wouldn't have ended up like this. Hahahaha, pitiful, pitiful indeed."
Song Chunxue pulled him up, but the next moment Huoxiang suddenly broke free from Taozhi's restraints and held a delicate dagger to her neck.
"You're still too green. I'm at least a little devil. If you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Chunxue pressed Wuyou against his chest.
Want to test whose knife is faster?
Huo Xiang was quite perceptive; she released the dagger and lovingly stroked the tip of the Worry-Free Sword.
"This is the sword I love so much. If you're willing to trade with me, I'll give you that priceless potion."
Song Chunxue handed him the sword, saying, "Here, take it since you want it so badly."
"..." Huo Xiang's smile froze on her face.
"You like it, don't you? Anyway, this sword has already recognized me as its master. I asked Lord Zhao, and even if I die, this sword will only recognize my soul. You'll just have it as an ornament. Since you're so obsessed with it, why don't I let you play with it?"
Huo Xiang stared at her, then hesitantly took the Worry-Free Sword.
"Your straightforwardness is quite surprising." He held the Worry-Free Sword in both hands, examining it carefully. "Do you know that quite a few people are eyeing this sword?"
"I know, Senior Brother has already spoken with Master Han, and they won't be able to find me anytime soon."
“That’s right. It seems you know its value far exceeds that of the sword itself. Why do you still dare to carry it on your person?” Huo Xiang glared at her. “You’re courting death. If you hadn’t run into a conscientious demonic cultivator like me, you would have been in deep trouble long ago.”
Song Chunxue had no idea that Wuyou was on her; she had been with Lord Xie that morning.
Perhaps, Wuyou just wanted to get some fresh air.
"You like it, don't you? Give it back to me if you don't want it anymore." As she spoke, Song Chunxue reached for the sword.
Huo Xiang deftly dodged, preparing to tuck the cloth into her bosom. The next moment, Wu You broke free from his grasp and returned to Song Chunxue's side, standing on her shoulder and looking at Huo Xiang.
"Hey, this bastard knows how to bully others, he's really cunning." Huo Xiang pointed at Wu You, "He actually dared to provoke me!"
Song Chunxue turned to look at Wuyou; this sword was indeed extraordinary.
She had seen swords with sword spirits before, but none of them were as intelligent as Wuyou, making her feel that he even surpassed human intelligence.
“Even if I gave it to you, you couldn’t keep it, so why are you so persistent?” Song Chunxue sat down, tapped the table, and said to Wan Qing, “Pour some tea.”
"Oh dear, it's about to fall over."
Yu Wanqing snapped out of her daze, picked up the teapot to pour her tea, and put on a smile that looked completely fake.
Huo Xiang sat to the side and said, "You're still pretending to be confused with me. I don't believe that Lord Zhao didn't say that this sword is a key."
Song Chunxue dismissed it, saying, "It's just a legend. Besides, this sword has almost nothing special about it except that it's very spiritual. How could it possibly be a key?"
Huo Xiang frowned in deep thought, "That seems to make sense, but I still want to give it a try."
"You're going to try it all by yourself?" Song Chunxue scoffed. "Do you even know where the Spirit Realm is? And if you're going to try it alone, aren't you afraid of being attacked by everyone?"
Huo Xiangqi laughed, "Can't you say something nice to me? What have I done to offend you?"
Song Chunxue laughed too, "From the capital to just now, you haven't provoked me. Are you joking with me?"
Huo Xiang said seriously, "Isn't that right? If you don't believe me, ask Yu Wanqing. If I really wanted to offend someone, would I need to go to such great lengths? I would just kill his whole family and force him to become a demon..."
"If you dare, I'll castrate you and then tie you to the wall to make jerky!" Song Chunxue, who had a son and grandson, couldn't take such a joke. She pointed at him with Wuyou and said, "I mean what I say."
Huo Xiang looked at Wu You, who was practically poking her eyeballs, and raised her hand to beg for mercy, "Fine, you're the elder, so you get to decide."
"Hmph, I wonder who's older between us."
"..." Huo Xiang sat down angrily, "You, do you have to compete with me? You're so competitive."
Song Chunxue looked at him leisurely and said, "Alright, you're right."
"Still not admitting it? You're a woman, can't you be a little more demure?"
"You're a demonic cultivator, can't you be a little more aloof?"
Huo Xiang banged on the table angrily, "Where's my tea? If it spills, I'll chop your hand off. It's useless anyway."
Yu Wanqing was on the verge of tears; what had he done to deserve this?
The two ceased fighting, and Wuyou returned to her storage ring.
After quietly drinking her tea for a while, Song Chunxue looked at Huoxiang and asked in a serious tone:
"By the way, how old are you this year?"
Huo Xiang glanced at her and said, "In terms of seniority, you should call me Master."
"You're not some kind of fairy, are you?"
"I..." Huo Xiang pointed at her nose and cursed, "You're the old witch, your whole family are old witches."
"..." Song Chunxue smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."
"..." Huo Xiang gritted her teeth and muttered something under her breath.
Yu Wanqing stood to the side, keeping his mouth and nose closed and his mind focused, pinching his thigh to stop himself from laughing.
Indeed, no matter how old you get, sometimes you can be more childish than a child.
"Let's get down to business. The Worry-Free Sword isn't really the key. If you're sure you can get to that place in the future and all you need is the key, I can lend it to you. But I hope you won't spread rumors anymore. It really isn't. Maybe it's a method used by the person who truly possesses the key to protect it."
Huo Xiang nodded, "You said it yourself."
"Then, please name your price. How much silver do you want for the potion my senior brother needs?"
Yu Wanqing looked at Song Chunxue and thought to himself, "Why is she so arrogant?"
"Silver?" Huo Xiang scoffed. "What would I do with that? I have plenty at home. Give me your peach branches."
"That was given to me by Lord Zhao. If he investigates it in the future, you won't be able to beat him."
Huo Xiang put her legs up on the chair and said, "Then find something valuable to trade with me."
Song Chunxue shrugged. "I don't even have as much silver as you, let alone anything else. But if you need good jade, just point me to a place and I'll help you find some. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
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