In the past three days, the entire Wanjian Mountain was on high alert, fearing that Baili Yaoyue would return with the Quanxing Sect members and kill them by surprise. The news of the breakup between Quanxing and Wanjian Mountain spread like wildfire, and while the various sects were waiting and watching, another big news came out -

Ling Wujie, the son of the leader of Lingxiao Sect, withdrew from Wanjian Mountain and wanted to take Baili Yaoyue as his master.

As soon as this move was made, the world had a general conclusion about this battle: Baili Yaoyue fought alone, and Wanjianshan did not gain any advantage from her. Otherwise, why would Ling Wujie give up the world's number one sect and join Quanxing?

Wanjian Mountain had long lost its backbone without the Sword Master in charge. Public opinion was now in an uproar and the whole place was in chaos. No one even paid attention to the fact that Jiang Mi lost his sword.

He didn't care about the sword at all, let alone the punishment for losing the sword. He only cared about that person. So when he happily opened the door of his room but found no one there, his heart suddenly sank.

She left.

My throat felt like it was clogged with a bunch of tangled yarn that I couldn't swallow or spit out, like a lump in my throat, and my heart felt empty, with no solid place to rest. The crabapple flower in the white glazed vase was still in full bloom, but the crabapple flower in my heart was beginning to wither.

At this moment, someone suddenly covered his eyes from behind.

"Guess what I'm holding?"

The girl whispered softly, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, brushing against his face, giving him an indescribable sense of peace. His anxiety and boredom were instantly swept away, and he smiled faintly: "My sword."

The man behind him was obviously stunned, and said "Not fun" before letting go of the sword and slamming it on the table.

"That pawn shop is too shady. I spent five hundred spirit stones to redeem your broken sword."

Seeing that he wanted to touch it, she suddenly held the sword in her arms like a treasure, and said jokingly, "This sword is mine now. You have to bring something in exchange."

"What's mine is yours."

He even belongs to her.

She snorted lightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, but she seemed to be afraid of being discovered by him, so she immediately suppressed it with all her strength: "I want the amulet that Miss Yan'er gave you."

The man was startled. He didn't expect her to want this. After being promoted to a true disciple and changing rooms, he didn't have time to sort out many things. He searched through the boxes and cabinets in the room for a long time before he found the amulet in the gap between the drawers and handed it to her.

She glanced at him indifferently and said, "Thank you for your willingness to give up."

Jiang Mi hurriedly grabbed her sleeve and said, "I don't love you."

She chuckled and threw the Cold Pond Sword into his arms, "Just kidding." Then she looked at the unremarkable amulet in her hand and changed the subject, "I heard an interesting story in Wuguang City today. Ling Wujie actually wants to take me as his master."

——Ling Wujie was bold and flamboyant, appearing in front of her in such a brilliant manner, which was a thousand times and ten thousand times better than him being in a daze in the lake.

He lowered his head, and a gloomy mood surrounded him like fog.

"Will you take him?"

"Why not?" She suddenly became energetic and started to talk nonstop, "He is the son of the head of Ling Xiao Sect. If I accept him, Ling Xiao Sect will definitely not make things difficult for me. I can also severely humiliate Wan Jian Mountain. Why not?"

The young man's handsome face fell silent for a while before he asked quietly.

"Then are you willing to take me as your apprentice?"

Her fingertips paused slightly, and she fell into a rare blankness: "...I'm afraid that's not possible. You should stay in Wanjian Mountain."

——Qin Qianxue has the ability to protect herself after breaking through the Nascent Soul Realm. Ling Wujie is the eldest son of the Ling family, so others have to consider Lingxiao Sect before making any move. But Jiang Mi... is her weak spot.

Noticing her hesitation and embarrassment, Jiang Mi shifted his gaze away. A trace of loneliness and disappointment flashed across his face. When he spoke again, there was an unprecedented sadness and panic in his expression.

"I want to be with you...I want to be useful to you."

She was stunned for a moment, staring at him with a hint of light in her eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Who said it's useless to let you stay in Wanjian Mountain?"

"I want you to help me steal the Heaven-shattering Sword Intent," she shook his hand twice, "Do you dare?"

——She failed once, so her vigilance would only be stronger, and it would be futile to go again. Jiang Mi was a disciple of the Treasure Storage Hall, so he had plenty of opportunities to go to the Sutra Library.

"dare."

"You little traitor." She laughed so hard that she hung on him. "You agreed without even thinking about it."

The young man did not laugh, but showed a little confusion: "Is the Sky-breaking Sword Intention important?"

"It's not very important," she said firmly, "It's the most important."

There was a huge gap between the Yuhua Realm and the Ascension Realm. Now that the Sword Master and the Six Desires Heavenly Demon had both fallen, she was the best in the world in the Qianyuan Continent. It was not easy for her to break through the bottleneck, but those who mastered the Sky-breaking Sword Intention could go straight to the Ascension Realm. It was really unfair.

"Then when I get the Sky-Splitting Sword Intention, do we... not have to separate?"

She heard a slight tremor in his voice due to nervousness, and his angular and handsome face was slightly flushed.

"yes."

The young man's breathing stagnated, and then not only did his words soften, but his expression also softened. He looked at her with a smile: "I understand."

She suddenly felt her face getting hot, and she was confused, as if he had teased her with a smile. So she sat down beside the bed, cleared her throat, and said, "Change the dressing for me."

Jiang Mi nodded, and skillfully took out the nourishing ointment, wiped off the old layer of ointment on the girl's snow-white shoulders, and then applied a new layer. All his movements were extremely gentle and caring. His breath brushed against her shoulders, making her feel itchy.

"Does it still hurt?"

The cool sound struck her heart like jade, and the warm breath sprayed on her ears. Yao Yue felt her ears were reddened. She wanted to distance herself from him, but his hand was on her shoulder, so she couldn't retreat.

In fact, if she could force the two beads out, her injury would be fine. This level of injury was not a big deal for her who had just stepped half a step into the immortal realm. Her tendons and veins had already recovered, but she still felt a little sore and numb when she raised her right hand.

"I'm not in pain," Yao Yue turned around, her cheeks flushed, her long black eyelashes trembling, and her fingers gently slid down his chest, "But you, did you feel any pain this morning?"

There was a single bed in the room, and in summer, clothes were thin, so it was impossible to hide. This idiot woke up every day and took a cold shower, thinking she didn't notice.

The girl's sweet voice was like boiling water pouring into his ears, making his whole body burn and his face flushed. "I...it doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt?" She suddenly retracted her hand that was originally caressing his lower abdomen, "Then forget it."

He finally reacted and hurriedly changed his words, pulling her hand like a puppy begging for food, "No, no, it hurts, it hurts."

She chuckled, opened her mouth and bit his lips gently.

This kiss was unbelievable. It was itchy and numb, as if she had planted tiny sperm in him. His breath was incredibly hot, rough and heavy. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her.

Yao Yue was so dazed by this frenzied kiss that her cheeks were flushed, as if they were roasted on fire, and heat seeped into every pore of her skin. When he finally let her go, she limply gasped in his arms, and he also breathed in disorder, his forehead gently pressed against hers, their noses touching.

She lazily lay on the young man's strong and broad chest, her voice hoarse with joy: "Jiang Mi, you must practice sword well in the future and don't be lazy."

He heard the hidden meaning and suddenly tightened his arms around her waist.

"You're leaving?"

She smiled, her voice soft and graceful but without any hesitation.

"How can I, the dignified leader of the Quan Xing Sect, stay here all day and have secret affairs with you?"

As soon as he said this, he was like a rapidly withering flower, and fell into an unspeakable silence. His fingers trembled slightly, and slowly slid down from her waist.

She didn't need to see to know what a distraught expression this idiot had. The girl touched his cold jawline, and her voice was ethereal and gentle, like a thread entwined in his heart -

"See you later."