On the other side.
Murong Xiao and Pei Lang crouched side by side in the shadow of the pillars, watching the strange scene not far away with complicated expressions.
Shen Zhaozhao's sword spirit, named Zixiao, was currently hanging bonelessly on Yu Ling's body. Its pale purple phantom was almost entangled in the cold, moon-white halo. Her handsome face was filled with the word "rippling," and she was muttering something unpleasant.
"Honey~ please pay attention to me~ just look at me, and my sword will shine brighter because of you!"
"Wife, you smell so good! It seems your master takes good care of himself. When I see him again, I'll definitely have to compliment him!"
"Wife, are you cold? My sword energy is warm, let me warm your hands."
Yu Ling lowered her eyes, her face as pure and aloof as an ice sculpture, radiating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. She responded to all of Zi Xiao's harassment and lewd words with absolute silence, not even glancing at him.
It can be said that this is the ultimate example of "cold violence".
Murong Xiao's lips twitched, and he lowered his voice to Pei Lang, "Senior Brother Pei, do you think... this counts as sexual harassment?"
Pei Lang crossed his arms, looking at him with a complicated expression: "I think... it depends on your face."
"If someone is good-looking, it's called flirting; if someone is ugly, it's called harassment."
Murong Xiao nodded thoughtfully, then pulled out a notebook in his mind and wrote down Zi Xiao's words, intending to use them on his brother next time.
While the two of them were whispering to each other, Zi Xiao, seeing that his "wife" was still ignoring him, not only did he not feel frustrated, but he also became more enthusiastic about his self-conquest, thinking that his wife was just shy and embarrassed to respond to him in front of outsiders.
So it became even more smug and even started to dream about the future: "Wife~ after our spirit bodies are stable, how about we do dual cultivation like our master and his wife?"
"Let's have a few more little sword spirits or little jade pendants then~ How about naming the first child Lingxiao? The second Ziyu? Hmm, what should we name the third one..."
Just as Zi Xiao was racking her brains about what to name her third child, Yu Ling, who had been as silent as ice for millennia, finally let out a barely audible cold laugh, as if she could no longer bear it.
The laughter was like ice beads falling to the ground, clear yet piercing.
Yu Ling finally raised her eyes, which were always snow-white, and glanced at the pale purple phantom hanging on her body with a very indifferent gaze. Her thin lips parted slightly, but the words she uttered were like thunderclaps, causing everyone present who could still breathe to freeze in place.
"I am a man."
Yu Ling's voice remained flat, yet carried a resolute coldness: "It's bigger than yours when I pull it out."
Murong Xiao: "...?"
Pei Lang: "...?"
Shen Zhaozhao and Xie Linyuan, who had just pushed open the door to the top floor and were about to go upstairs to pay the bill, happened to hear this sentence clearly.
Shen Zhaozhao: "!!!"
Shen Zhaozhao stumbled and almost died on the spot. Her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant. She just wanted to immediately send that shameful thing back to the furnace for a makeover!
Xie Linyuan, who was traveling with her, paused slightly.
His face remained expressionless, except for a fleeting, indescribable glint in his unfathomable eyes.
If you look closely, you can even see that the corners of his usually tightly pursed lips are now involuntarily curving upwards slightly.
Just now in the pavilion, Shen Zhaozhao was willing to explain her relationship with Pei Lang to him, and that alone was enough for Xie Linyuan to grant a general amnesty.
Seeing the sword spirit's passionate, direct, and even persistent behavior, Xie Linyuan felt not annoyed, but rather a strange sense of agreement.
It is said that the sword spirit follows its master.
Zixiao is so passionate and unrestrained. When she sees someone she likes, she wants to give her whole heart and pester them endlessly. Does this also mean that... its owner is actually the same kind of person inside?
It's just that his Zhao Zhao is a bit shy and not as uninhibited as this sword spirit, so she buried her burning passion for him deep in her heart and only expressed it in that awkward, even a bit fierce way.
Xie Linyuan, the peacock spirit who had been rekindled by Shen Zhaozhao's explanation of less than twenty words, thought about it more and more and felt that his reasoning made perfect sense. An indescribable sense of comfort and secret joy, like hot spring water, quietly permeated his entire body.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Shen Zhaozhao beside him, who was gritting her teeth. The pleasure in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.
He understands.
He understands everything.
Therefore, when Xie Linyuan looked at Zixiao, who was still pestering Yuling, his gaze, besides a hint of helpless indulgence, also subtly revealed a trace of extremely hidden appreciation.
This sword spirit is quite good.
At this moment, Zi Xiao, who had been inexplicably recognized by her "father-in-law," was so shocked by Yu Ling's earth-shattering words that her spiritual body was somewhat scattered.
It stared blankly at Yu Ling's aloof and indifferent face, then looked down at itself, as if its entire spirit body had experienced an unprecedented cognitive shock.
Bigger than...bigger than that?!
Overwhelmed by immense sorrow and disillusionment, the Purple Cloud Sword Spirit let out an extremely faint whimper, as if all its strength had been drained. Its pale purple phantom suddenly shrank into a ball and "whoosh" disappeared back into the scabbard at Shen Zhaozhao's waist, completely silent.
He was clearly devastated and retreated into seclusion, sheathing his sword.
Shen Zhaozhao's face darkened, and she felt a throbbing vein on her forehead.
She suppressed the urge to drag Zixiao out and beat him up, and forced a smile in Yuling's direction: "Well... I'm sorry, my sword spirit... has a bit of a problem with its head. I'll definitely discipline it more strictly later..."
Yu Ling had just personally punished a fool who dared to covet her, and seemed to be in a rather good mood. Even his perpetually icy handsome face seemed to have softened a little.
It didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly to Shen Zhaozhao. Then, its body flickered and transformed into a clear, cool stream of light, disappearing back into the lotus-patterned jade pendant at Xie Linyuan's waist.
Pei Lang watched this farce unfold, then sidled up to Shen Zhaozhao, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
"..."
If Xie Linyuan had previously felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, then at this moment he seemed to have stepped onto the clouds. An almost inflated emotion called "confidence" was quietly dispelling all the gloom, allowing him to return to the arrogant and noble Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan.
His gaze swept over Pei Lang, whose expression was indescribable, seemingly unintentionally, and a barely perceptible sneer flashed across his eyes.
Immediately, he reached out his hand quite naturally and gently tugged at Chen Zhaozhao's sleeve with his fingertips before Pei Lang could speak.
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