Lianchen Peak, where Rongze is located, is a place that focuses on sword cultivation. The sword is particularly important to people who practice swordsmanship. However, Rongze eventually lost his sword heart after the death of the original owner.
From then on, he no longer accepted disciples. The original owner was his first and last disciple.
Fei Wan couldn't help but sigh, fortunately she arrived at the correct time in time, instead of being expelled from the sect.
With a thought, a sword appeared in the air in front of her, flashing a faint cold light and constantly making a "buzzing" sound.
Fei Wan frowned slightly and turned her wrist gently, but the sword still refused to get close to her.
The original owner had always had a good fate with immortality. When he chose his natal sword, he summoned the spiritual sword - Ling Xi - by his heart.
If he hadn't been so reckless and not practiced diligently, his end wouldn't have been so tragic.
After all, there is spiritual energy. Based on the original owner's immortal fate, it is estimated that there is a sword spirit living in it, but the owner of the sword is not powerful enough and cannot show up.
So... few people can tell the difference between her and the original owner, but the sword spirit is different and can truly feel the difference.
"He's quite temperamental."
Fei Wan is still on her way back. If she wants to deal with the sword, it would be inappropriate to make some noise.
"It's worth being with me."
She tried to reason with the sword patiently, but after staring at it for a long time, the sword still refused to compromise. Fei Wan simply gave up and continued walking forward.
What’s funny is that wherever she goes, the sword follows her consciously.
"Senior Sister, what are you doing today...?"
Every time they passed a place, the outer disciples in charge of cleaning stopped what they were doing and cast puzzled glances at Fei Wan.
"Nothing, I'm just bored today and want to take out my sword for a walk."
Fei Wan smiled, and being compared to a pet by him made the sword behind him angry, making a series of "buzzing" sounds.
"Senior Sister...I feel like there's something wrong with your sword."
The outer disciples looked at the unstable state of the sword and felt a little doubtful, as if it would break away from Fei Wan at any time.
However, the senior sister in front of him remained calm, which made him respect her. So, this was... an inner sect disciple?
He appears calm and composed, but in reality, the sword behind him is always ready with murderous intent, fearing sneak attacks. As expected of the disciple of the Immortal Rong Ze, his sword practice has reached the point where he appears gentle on the surface, but hides murderous intent in his sword!
Fortunately, he didn't meet any acquaintances along the way. When he saw a familiar courtyard in front of him, Fei Wan stopped.
She turned around and said in a negotiating tone, "I'm indeed not her, but I'm not taking over her body either. You can sense it... it's her intention."
The implication is that she would not come here without her permission.
She couldn't explain what had happened to a sword, but it was a good sword, and she didn't want to give it up yet.
She practices swordsmanship, and her swordsmanship is also quite good, but it is quite rare to combine it with spiritual practice.
Although...she has had some contact with both.
Fei Wan lowered her eyelashes to hide the emotions in her eyes, waiting for Jian's response.
The system's arrangement naturally arranged everything. Although this sword was unusual and could detect her difference, the system could even hide it from the Heavenly Dao, so it was impossible for this sword not to follow her.
Sure enough, in less than a moment, the sword came towards her.
Fei Wan did not dodge. Ling Xijian seemed to be deliberately trying to scare her, and just brushed past her hair, and then returned to Fei Wan on his own initiative.
She held the sword, gently wiped the blade, smiled gently, and spoke in a light voice, but the words she uttered were as devilish as a demon: "This sword is beyond saving, it's better to refine it."
The sword made a protesting sound. Fei Wan couldn't help laughing, and coaxed it again for fear of scaring the sword away.
For those who practice swordsmanship, their natal sword is like a lifelong partner. They would rather not find a Taoist partner but still be obsessed with the maintenance and care of the sword. She must not scare Ling Xi Sword away again.
Fei Wan suddenly realized that since she was a sword practitioner, without exception, all sword practitioners had one common characteristic - they were incorruptible, that is, extremely poor.
As soon as this thought came to mind, the jade slip hidden in his sleeve began to flash.
Someone is looking for her.
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