Chapter 1090 I know, Uncle-Master
Wuyou was probably furious. She floated in the air and cursed King Xuan from all angles for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, without repeating a single word.
Song Chunxue stood in front of the railing upstairs, wondering where this sword had recently learned some new words.
Not a single word was polite.
However, judging from King Xuan's expression, Wuyou's scolding was quite apt.
"You're such a bastard who can't control his lower body, what kind of cultivation is this? Even if you cultivate demonic or evil ways, you won't amount to anything. Forget it, go home and retire. Instead of being a proper playboy, you insist on being an ambitious scoundrel. I've never seen anyone like you in all my years of life, hahaha, always struggling like this, are you trying to push yourself into the deepest hell?"
"Don't think you've found a shortcut to immortality just because you found some ghost hiding in a mountain ravine. Is your brain filled with donkey dung or some kind of idiot? Do you really think the saying 'there are gods three feet above your head' is nonsense? If the Heavenly Dao allows someone like you to achieve enlightenment, I'll be your grandpa tomorrow, believe it or not?"
King Xuan's face darkened. "Shut up! How dare you!"
"Hey, what did I say that offended you? Pick it out and let me polish it up. Weren't you listening quite attentively just now?"
King Xuan roared, "Seize it and melt it!"
It took him a long time to realize that the sword pointing at his nose and cursing him could actually speak.
The rumors were true, but he now wished he could tear that cursing sword to pieces immediately.
"Hey, hey, you little idiot, you think you can catch me and melt me? If I wasn't afraid of killing you and defiling my sword, I wouldn't even have the chance to curse you. Your black heart would have become my great tonic long ago. What a pity, such a hybrid thing as you wouldn't even be a proper evil spirit."
"Guards, go after her!" King Xuan pointed at Song Chunxue upstairs. "Capture her, kill her, and the sword will naturally lose its power!"
"Damn it, say that again?"
Suddenly, Wuyou swooped down from the highest point and landed squarely on King Xuan's shoulder.
"Guards! Guards!"
King Xuan raised his hand to block the sword, but found that he was no match for it; his eyes couldn't even keep up with the afterimage before him.
His right hand was stuck and he couldn't move it; he felt like the tendon in his arm had snapped.
He was horrified to discover that even the most skilled among them couldn't get close to the sword.
Zhang Chengxuan took out the Cangyun Sword and raised his hand to soothe the blade. "You also want to stab him a couple of times?"
He nodded with some difficulty, "Alright, a serious criminal who comes to our doorstep, we can still reward him for his service if we catch him and take him to the capital."
"That's right! Cangyun, quickly cut off his legs! Actually, it was Xie who secretly caused this serious injury. Before you went to the mountain stream, he sent someone to deliver a message to that Qingxuan Daoist, stirring up his resentment. This person is a menace if released, so we must puncture him."
Wuyou said pitifully, "I can't kill anyone right now, it would implicate Song Chunxue. You come here, you can stab him into a sieve and it won't matter!"
King Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. Not only could this sword talk, but it was also talking to other swords?
Could it be that the information he gathered was false, and that besides Song Chunxue's sword, they possessed more than one such divine sword?
Originally, he felt that his two or three years of planning were finally about to turn things around today.
The master even divined his fortune, saying that his trip would be very auspicious and he was almost certain to succeed. How could this be?
"withdraw!"
"Master, let's go quickly!"
When King Xuan saw the calm and composed Master Zhang and his other young disciples, he suddenly felt a chilling fear.
Which way to go?
Seeing Prince Xuan turn and run out the door, Zhang Chengxuan blocked his way the next moment. The Cangyun Sword had already quickly pressed the pressure points on his body with the hilt, and he fell to the ground like a lump of mud.
Because of his injured arm, King Xuan cried out in pain.
The more than twenty experts brought by King Xuan didn't even have a chance to make a move; they could only watch helplessly as King Xuan was tied up.
Because of that cursing sword, before they could make a decision, it slashed across their temples, leaving a thin, long cut. Blood beads, like grains of rice, seeped from their skin, threatening to fall.
"withdraw!"
Wuyou said with a touch of arrogance, "You should thank me. If I hadn't turned to good and had developed a benevolent heart, those subordinates would have been wiped out. Breaking their appearance is a warning."
King Xuan roared, "A bunch of useless trash!"
"Oh, right, you old beast, you have no virtue, so how could you have any pity? I bet when you get back alive, you won't be glad they're still alive, you'll just kill them to vent your anger." Wuyou clicked his tongue twice. "If I let a useless beast like you go back alive, it would be aiding and abetting evil."
"Song Chunxue, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and tie him up tightly, stick all the talismans you can on him. If anything goes wrong this time, it will be your fault."
Song Chunxue, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, was suddenly called on, leaving her speechless and amused.
"You've gotten addicted to cursing, aren't you? You're getting more and more arrogant. Are you ordering me around?"
"What? This sword immortal is so wise and powerful, it's your good fortune to form a pact with me. Is it shameful to listen to me?"
"you……"
"Alright, alright, I'll do it."
Just as Song Chunxue was about to scold him, Zhang Chengxuan lowered his head and stuck a talisman on the Prince Xuan's body, worried that he might have other dirty tricks up his sleeve.
"Go and see Lord Xie. You two are really something, you can't even put together a decent person."
This time, Zhang Chengxuan cursed both the man and the sword.
But they can't retaliate against those who insult them.
They could only climb the stairs one after the other with their swords and go to Lord Xie's room.
The others were both amused and exasperated. Tu Dan'er couldn't help but speak up to persuade him to stay, "Great Immortal Wuyou, why don't you choose me as your master? I'm not afraid of being scolded by you."
"Hmph, little brat." Wuyou floated straight to Xie Zheng's room, her voice cold and arrogant.
"Haha, such a fun sword, why can't I have it?" Tu Dan'er took out his short sword. "But the magical weapon that my martial uncle gave me before was also very obedient, it just couldn't speak human language."
Wuji also took out his own sword, "But why are they so timid? They can't even use the Wuyou or Cangyun swords?"
"They're probably afraid of offending their seniors, after all, compared to Wuyou and Cangyun, they're just juniors who're just there for show, and they're much more intelligent than people." As he spoke, Ye Bai stepped on Xuan Wang's arm, "They're much better than this."
King Xuan was trembling with pain and lay on the ground unable to move.
He had never been so disheveled before; he had initially thought they were just a makeshift group.
Unexpectedly, despite their casual appearance and seemingly disorganized group, each of them possessed considerable strength.
"No matter what, I'm guaranteed to make a profit now. Even if I die, you don't have many relatives besides me... Aww..."
Ye Bai squatted down and plunged his short sword into King Xuan's wound.
Zhang Chengxuan looked at him with concern and gently comforted him, "Don't let him shake your resolve, don't become like him."
"Uncle-Master, I know." Ye Bai's eyes regained their clarity. "Then can I have this person tortured?"
"Good nephew, you are truly soft-hearted, weak, and incompetent. You should kill me to avenge your family, you little piece of trash, hahahahaha~"
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