Linglan's eyes widened, and she was so surprised that her words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
In her memory, the ancestor Shangguan Ling never mentioned the real name of this sword. He only said that it was a relic of the great master and the name had long been lost in the wind.
Therefore, the names of the swords were all chosen arbitrarily by the younger generations based on their own understanding and imagination. However, they did not expect to hear the long-forgotten real name - Luosheng - from Song Jiao's mouth today.
"Could it be... could it be that you are the Grand Master?" Linglan was horrified. The woman before her looked no more than twenty years old, with a delicate face, yet her demeanor exuded an aura that was not to be underestimated. How could someone this young possess the extraordinary abilities of the Grand Master?
Linglan was full of disbelief, but the scene before her forced her to re-examine this possibility.
The Luosheng Sword seemed to have found its home in Song Jiao's hands. The sword body, which was originally covered with moss, gradually revealed its original luster under her gentle touch. A faint chill emanated from the sword body, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few degrees.
Seeing this, Linglan no longer had any doubts in her heart. She quickly knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully, "Disciple greets Grand Master. I was reckless just now. I hope Grand Master will forgive me."
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly, revealing a bit of indifference and majesty in her eyes, "Get up! I don't like the person you were looking for before. People like that are not worthy of Luo Sheng. You should understand what I mean."
Linglan's heart trembled, and she immediately understood the deep meaning of Song Jiao's words.
But I don't know that Song Jiao is unhappy now.
No wonder that woman was so arrogant. Was she using her things to bully others?
Linglan secretly felt lucky that she recognized her great-grandmaster in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Don't worry, Grand Master. I will sever ties with that woman right away and make sure that nothing in the sect will fall into Lan Zhi's hands." Linglan said firmly, feeling full of disgust towards the woman named Lan Zhi.
Song Jiao nodded with satisfaction and glanced around the cave. "Since the things here are all relics of the Spirit Sword Sect, I'm returning them to their original owners. You can go wherever you need to go now. There's no need to keep guarding here."
Although Linglan was full of curiosity and wanted to know why the Grand Master appeared here in such a manner, since it was the Grand Master's order, she naturally did not dare to ask more questions.
She only knew that her mission of protecting the swordsmanship and relics of the Spirit Sword Sect had finally come to an end.
"Since Grand Master is here, I can leave this world with peace of mind." After Linglan finished speaking, a trace of relief and reluctance flashed in her eyes.
She bowed deeply to Song Jiao, "Take care, Grand Master."
As Linglan finished her words, her body gradually became transparent, eventually transforming into a brilliant halo and disappearing into the cave. Song Jiao stood quietly, gazing at the direction Linglan had disappeared, a strange feeling welling up in her heart.
Silence returned to the cave again, only Luo Chang's sword lay quietly in Song Jiao's hand, emitting a faint chill.
Song Jiao gently stroked the sword, as if recounting past events to an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.
The sunlight outside the cave shines through the cracks, adding a bit of warmth and hope to this ancient sword tradition.
Song Jiao's eyes swept lightly across the cave, as if they could penetrate the dust of time and lock onto the rare treasures scattered in every corner one by one.
The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, but hidden in it was an unquestionable determination. Then she waved her hand, and the things in the cave turned into streams of light as if pulled by invisible ropes, disappeared under her palm, and were collected into the system space.
These are all her things, how can they be given to that heartless heroine?
After completing all this, she walked out of the cave with light steps, like an elf leaping in the forest. Wherever her eyes looked, no matter whether it was rare herbs or strange stones and trees, nothing could escape her "plunder".
Her movements were swift and graceful, as if performing a silent dance, while the essence of nature danced between her fingertips and finally fell into her sac.
After ensuring that there was nothing in the secret realm that the heroine could use, Song Jiao nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of her hand, the entrance to the secret realm burst open, and she flashed and was already thousands of miles away.
As for when the secret realm will open again, to her, it is just a whisper in the wind and is unimportant.
As soon as she stepped out of the secret realm, Song Jiao heard the sect's great elder's urgent but steady voice in her sea of consciousness: "There has been a change in the sect, please return immediately, Sect Master."
Song Jiao's brows instantly twisted into a knot, and she muttered to herself, which immortal is causing trouble here?
At this moment, Tuanzi's childish yet witty voice rang out, "Master Host, due to the plot fluctuations, those who pleaded for Lan Zhi have caused a huge uproar in the sect, insisting that the elders let them out to find Lan Zhi. The elders are almost going gray with worry, and they've been suppressing them for several days to no avail."
"However," Tuanzi changed the subject, "thanks to the sect formation you set up earlier, they can't escape now even if they have wings."
Song Jiao's mouth twitched when she heard this, "These guys are so bored!"
When the plot changed before, it seemed like they still had brains. Now have their brains been eaten up by the plot?
Before she finished her words, she transformed into a brilliant white light, streaking across the sky, and appeared outside the sect's main hall in the blink of an eye.
The scene before her made her furious—the sect's once majestic and glorious main hall now looked as if it had experienced a catastrophe, with ruins and debris scattered all over the floor in chaos.
"Stop it!" Song Jiao shouted angrily, like a thunderclap, accompanied by a powerful spiritual pressure sweeping out, instantly making the entire hall quiet.
Those disciples who were still fighting seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand and stopped moving. Some disciples with shallower cultivation even knelt on the ground with pale faces.
Song Jiao looked around, her eyes sharp. "What are you saying in front of me? Are you causing trouble while I'm in seclusion? Do you think you're so powerful?"
"Those people want to leave? Stand up! As long as you give up your own cultivation, convert the resources you took from the sect into spirit stones, and hand them all over to me, you can leave the sect!"
When they heard that he had given up his own cultivation, those who had just been dissatisfied suddenly became speechless, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.
Song Jiao raised her eyes and looked at the Great Elder, "Call out all those who are causing trouble, and all the rest who are irrelevant should leave."
"Master, aren't you going too far? We've cultivated all these abilities with great effort. Why would you destroy them?"
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