Lu Han Yuanjun and the others finally felt fear in their hearts, their hands gripping their weapons uncomfortably, and they said in a deep voice, "Tian Xuanzi, what exactly do you want?"
Tian Xuanzi said slowly, "What does this Venerable One want? What I want is something you can't give me, so what's the point of asking?"
"So what do you mean now? Are you going to war with the Ziwei Heavenly Palace? That was your former sect, how could you do that!"
"Start a war?" He chuckled. "What good would starting a war do? What do you have that's worth me going to war to steal? Don't think too highly of yourself; you're not that important."
Lu Han Yuanjun and the others were so embarrassed by his words that their faces turned ashen. They dared not break off relations with him, their palms were sweating, and they gritted their teeth and said, "Then what exactly do you want? Give me a straight answer!"
While they were arguing with Tian Xuanzi, Tong Su stood quietly behind him. The little firebird re-emerged weakly from her dantian, its little wings drooping, and huffed as it climbed onto her shoulder.
Suddenly, the Crimson Nether Sword saw a small firebird crawl out, and its tassel trembled in fright. Taking advantage of Tian Xuanzi's inattention, it cautiously flew towards Tong Su. Seeing that Tian Xuanzi did not react, it immediately felt relieved and kept nudging Tong Su's hand with its hilt.
The sword tassel rubbed against her arm, and the little firebird, seeing this, opened its beak and cried out silently in anger. The Crimson Nether Sword became even more smug and even drew out a sword tassel to stab at the little firebird, as if it wanted to compete with the bird for its affections.
Tong Su knew that Tian Xuanzi's Crimson Nether Sword had already developed sentience, but it was not yet at the stage of forming a sword soul. However, it was already the top sword among all swords in the cultivation world.
—If a sword spirit is truly nurtured, the Crimson Nether Sword's grade will immediately rise to the quality of a celestial sword!
A unique immortal sword in the entire cultivation world!
Unfortunately, in the original storyline, the Crimson Nether Sword, which was only one step away from becoming the Immortal Sword, was destroyed when Tian Xuanzi transformed into a restriction to suppress the gate of the realm. Faced with the struggle of the world, it refused to live on and recognize another as its master, so it resolutely severed its own body and disappeared from the world.
Tong Su's gaze toward the Crimson Nether Sword became much more affectionate.
Some people are not even as morally upright and loyal as a sword.
The Crimson Sword's current intelligence is equivalent to that of a toddler, as immature as a little firebird.
Right now, the two little ones are bickering back and forth, fighting secretly while being careful not to attract Tian Xuanzi's attention.
Tongsu watched the play with great interest.
The little firebird hopped and the Crimson Sword twisted and turned. The little firebird was too fat and slow to catch up with the Crimson Sword, which made the Crimson Sword even more smug.
It flew up almost recklessly, waving its sword tip back and forth, taunting the little firebird, and even preparing to change direction, turning the sword hilt downwards to mock the little firebird.
However, just as the sword hilt moved, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed it.
Suizi froze in shock!
Tian Xuanzi's gaze swept over them coolly.
"You guys seem to be having a lot of fun."
The little firebird turned pale, and without looking back, burrowed into the collar of the crimson dress, trembling and pretending it didn't exist.
The Crimson Sword remained remarkably calm, and the tassels stood straight and taut, as if half its soul had been frightened away, disguising itself as an ordinary sword.
Tong Su stood at attention, eyes downcast, hands tucked into her trouser seams, her hands clasped behind her back. Her expression was serious, and she muttered to herself as if she were quietly reviewing and reciting Taoist scriptures, obediently studying.
—Three drama queens.
"Tian Xuanzi, let's both compromise. The Heavenly Palace will temporarily waive your crime of treason, and you won't kill these disciples either, how about that?"
Tian Xuanzi slightly raised his eyes, looking at the sect leader and others who were still unwilling to give up with a half-smile. Then, he almost openly stretched out his arm, put it on Tong Su's shoulder, and pulled his arm inward.
She was held tightly in his arms, and Tian Xuanzi affectionately lowered his head and kissed her earlobe.
"Don't ask me, I'll listen to A-Tong."
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