Can you solve it?
"You're no good! Your whole family is no good!!!"
A sharp sound came from nowhere, piercing through her sea of consciousness and resounding throughout her inner palace!
Inner palace?
etc!
Yun Qian's eyes widened suddenly, staring incredulously at the small, jet-black sword in her hand. She tentatively asked, with a hint of uncertainty, "Is...you speaking?"
As if offended, the small black sword suddenly broke free from her palm and hovered in mid-air. The sharp voice from before subsided somewhat, and she deliberately adopted an inscrutable tone: "It is indeed I."
The deliberately deep voice came from a small, pitch-black sword.
The scene was rather incongruous, even bordering on comical.
Yun Qian unconsciously frowned, and the thought in her heart that "this sword is really ugly" became clearer.
She didn't say it aloud, but for some reason, the black sword caught up with the thought.
"Tsk, tsk," Black Sword clicked impatiently, his composed demeanor crumbling instantly. His voice rose again, filled with humiliated indignation, "Black! High-class! Don't you have any sense of aesthetics?! You're the ugly one! You're ugly from head to toe!"
"Hmm?" Yun Qian's brows furrowed even more, almost enough to trap a fly... This sword, is it really faulty?
"When you're thinking, don't use your spiritual sense to connect with your inner palace! Fool!" The black sword trembled with rage, its voice sharp as it explained, "I am a divine sword! I have recognized my master! My original spiritual sense resides in your inner palace! I can hear everything you're thinking!"
"Don't you know you should be more discreet when you talk badly about people?! Don't you have any morals?!"
"A divine sword?" Yun Qian was filled with doubt. The space where this sword appeared was strange, its appearance was strange, and it faintly exuded an ominous aura. Could this really be a divine sword? She didn't believe it.
"I told you not to collude with the inner court! I heard you!" The black sword in the air trembled violently with rage, shouting back, "You're the one who's crazy! You're the one who's weird! Your whole family is weird!!!"
Yun Qian: "..." Fine, still has a bad temper.
"Listen up! I am the only true and supreme divine sword born from heaven and earth since the beginning of time!" The black sword seemed eager to prove itself, angrily announcing its identity, "I have been sleeping in the chaotic realm before the separation of heaven and earth for thousands of years. You are the first person to step into it and break free from my original bewitching power! You are my destined master!"
"That's precisely why I tolerate your numerous offenses!" The little black sword trembled arrogantly. "Otherwise, with your meager cultivation and limited vision, would you be worthy of possessing me? Would you be worthy of questioning me?"
Yun Qian gently raised her hand, and a surge of spiritual energy flowed out, silently closing all the doors and windows of Jinghe Courtyard. She no longer used her spiritual sense to connect with the inner palace, but pondered in her heart: This sword has a strange origin and a bad temper; it's best not to let Master discover it for now.
As his fingertips casually traced the tabletop in front of the window, a mysterious isolation array rapidly spread out from the tabletop, eventually enveloping the entire Jinghe Courtyard.
"Hey! Why are you setting up an isolation array?!" Little Black Sword immediately noticed and angrily spun around in the air. "Am I not allowed to see the light???"
"I am a divine sword!"
"The first divine sword created when heaven and earth were first cleaved!"
"You?" Yun Qian looked it up and down, its blade a deep black color and faintly emanating an ominous aura, her tone full of doubt. "A divine sword?"
Little Black Sword: "!!!" The sword shone brightly with black light, clearly furious.
Its jet-black color and the faint aura it exuded that had nothing to do with the word "sacred" seemed completely unrelated to the legendary divine sword that was radiant and awe-inspiring.
"Do you really believe you are the Divine Sword?" Yun Qian leaned closer and asked seriously.
"Why won't you believe me?!" Black Sword's voice was filled with grievance and anger.
You don't look...like it.
"Judging a sword by its appearance?! Superficial!" The little black sword suddenly grew several sizes larger, almost reaching the roof, its aura menacing. "I am a divine sword born of heaven and earth, and today I am being questioned by a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like you!"
Yun Qian was forced to lean back by the suddenly enlarged sword, then lazily leaned back in her chair, casually resting her arm on the table, watching with interest the little black sword in front of her that was caught in "impotent rage".
Although it certainly doesn't look like a good sword, its temperament... is quite interesting. Keeping it to pass the time doesn't seem like a bad idea? I just wonder how many bolts of heavenly lightning this self-proclaimed divine sword can withstand? She might really have to endure ten or eight bolts when she advances next time.
Because she had no connection with the inner court, the little black sword was naturally unaware of her "treasonous" plans. It remained hovering angrily in the air, its blade trembling slightly, looking... rather foolish.
For some reason, she could clearly perceive anthropomorphic emotions such as anger, grievance, and arrogance from a sword. This experience was quite novel.
“Alright,” Yun Qian said, as if resigning herself, “I’ll believe you’re a divine sword for now.”
"What do you mean 'temporarily'?!" Little Black Sword persisted.
Yun Qian sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation: "I believe you! I believe you! Okay?"
"Hmph, that's more like it." The little black sword was satisfied. The blade quickly shrank back to the size of a pen and made as if to burrow into Yun Qian's hair again.
Yun Qian reacted quickly and grabbed the slender black sword.
"Wait a minute," she said, holding it in her hand, voicing her doubts, "When that ancient divine sword suddenly attacked me in the treasure pavilion, was it because of you?"
The little black sword was pulled back and paused for a moment, but it didn't struggle and let her hold it. It replied, "That sword is something left behind by an ascended being to guard the fortune of the mortal world. It is naturally combative. It sensed my aura, was aroused by my fighting spirit, and wanted to compete with me."
"Then why didn't you intervene back then?" Yun Qian pressed.
"I am a legitimate divine sword born of heaven and earth! After leaving the Chaos Realm, my power is no longer restricted by the rules there, and is in a stage of activity that is difficult to control. In addition, since I have just recognized a master, you and I are not yet fully in sync. You cannot control my power, and I myself cannot accurately restrain it." The little sword's tone was somewhat matter-of-fact. "If I had attacked back then, and my aura had fully erupted, it would have only excited that belligerent sword even more. It can be considered a demigod's object, after all. What would have been the consequences if two uncontrollable 'divine swords' had fought in your treasure pavilion?"
It paused, the tip of its sword trembling slightly, as if surveying the world: "The entire treasure pavilion's protective array will collapse instantly, and the countless treasures sealed inside will be scattered everywhere without their seals, possibly even triggering spatial turbulence... Can you handle that situation?"
"Besides," the little black sword stood upright in her palm, her tone surprisingly carrying a hint of...appreciation? "didn't you handle it quite well? Although you're still just a minor cultivator, your abilities are not bad. Dealing with a demigod sword that acts solely on instinct without any master is barely enough."
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