Hearing the sound, Mu Anxiao’s eyes sank, and she began to wonder if the demonic sword was truly his weapon. So, she pondered for a moment and deliberately asked, “Don’t you want to know where your demonic sword is?”
“Don’t mention that good-for-nothing to me. Even if you threw it into a furnace, it would have nothing to do with me,” Jiong Ye said fiercely.
Listening to Jiong Ye’s words, Mu Anxiao then thought about the demonic sword’s reaction to saving Jiong Ye and felt a pang of sadness, “It’s your weapon, you…”
“It is Mu Anxiao’s soul sword. Back then, I only fancied its loyalty to Mu Anxiao. Who knew that when it came here… it would turn into such an ugly piece of charcoal. Not only that, it can’t even help me burn firewood. You can deal with such trash however you please. Also, I’m not afraid of death. Unless… you agree to let me be an elder in this demon cultivation land, I will reflect properly.” Jiong Ye began to negotiate terms with Mu Anxiao.
At the same time, after Jiong Ye’s words, Mu Anxiao lowered her head and stared at the demonic sword…
The moment Mu Anxiao looked at it, the demonic sword broke free and flew away…
Immediately after, Mu Anxiao was stunned. Ignoring Jiong Ye, she said softly, “It’s a soul sword…” She couldn’t believe it, and slowly lowered her head to look at her palm…
“It’s not your magical artifact, so you don’t need to be so surprised. You…”
“I thought you had changed for the better, but who knew you were still so wicked. In that case,” Mu Anxiao said, looking at the screen with disgust, “you stay here properly.” With that, she turned and ran away.
Hearing this, Jiong Ye let out a cold snort… and remained silent.
Conversely, Zhao Mei’er began to cry for help incessantly.
In an instant.
Mu Anxiao ran down the steps, panting. After glancing around, she found that the demonic sword had vanished. Its disappearance made her recall the entire process of the soul sword disappearing a year ago. And as she thought about what Jiong Ye had said earlier, her heart sank, and she muttered, “Could it really be… the soul sword? But it doesn’t recognize me at all. How is that possible…” She took a deep breath. “It’s the soul sword, but that guy Jiong Ye doesn’t seem to be talking nonsense. It seems I must find it.” Saying so, she stared at her palm for a few seconds before closing her eyes to sense the demonic sword’s whereabouts.
Just then, Song Xi stepped towards Mu Anxiao, “Are you Mu Anxiao?” He hadn’t recognized her at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he did.
“…” Mu Anxiao did not respond to Song Xi, gradually sensing some aura of the demonic sword.
Seeing this, Song Xi stopped in front of Mu Anxiao. Just as he was about to continue questioning, Mu Anxiao opened her eyes and met his gaze directly. Consequently, he was so startled that he retreated half a step and said, “Seeing you here, I thought I’d come and see you. Don’t misunderstand.” The moment Mu Anxiao looked at him, he remembered being electrocuted and became fearful.
“Don’t block the way.” Mu Anxiao, too lazy to waste words with Song Xi, said coldly.
Hearing this, Song Xi quickly moved aside.
Following that, Mu Anxiao, without even glancing at Song Xi, strode towards the direction the demonic sword might have gone.
“She seems to be in a bad mood,” Song Xi guessed, looking in the direction Mu Anxiao was heading.
“You care so much about her whereabouts.” Xi’er walked to Song Xi’s side.
Hearing this, Song Xi was not startled. Instead, he looked calmly at Xi’er, who had stopped beside him, and said, “No, I’m just curious why she came out of there.” He glanced at the reception hall.
“That demonic sword seems to know something,” Xi’er said faintly.
Song Xi listened, completely bewildered, “What demonic sword?” He knew nothing about what happened a year ago and was somewhat confused.
“Jiong Ye’s magical artifact,” Xi’er explained patiently.
“Magical artifact…” Song Xi repeated, his eyes widening. “Oh, that black piece of firewood that you personally threw out of here.”
“That’s a sword,” Xi’er corrected.
Song Xi gave a dry laugh. “That thing really doesn’t look like a sword, more like a nutrient-deficient stick.”
“It’s best not to say such things in front of Mu Anxiao. Be careful she doesn’t tell your words to the master, and the master punishes you,” Xi’er said, turning to leave.
Immediately after, Song Xi smiled faintly and quickly followed Xi’er, “Xi’er, if I am really captured by the master, would you bear it?” he asked, running to Xi’er’s side.
Xi’er said as she walked, “It’s better not to be so thick-skinned, otherwise…”
“Here you go.” Song Xi, wanting to interrupt Xi’er, took out a golden hairpin from his embrace and handed it to Xi’er.
Upon seeing it, Xi’er immediately stopped. “Isn’t this what I fancied when I went out last time? You,” she smiled and took the golden hairpin, then turned to look at Song Xi, “bought it for me.”
“Yes, I know my wife likes it, so I bought it quietly. Seeing you like this, I am relieved.” Saying so, Song Xi walked ahead.
Ever since, Song Xi’s way of making Xi’er happy was to give her various expensive jewelry. Initially, Song Xi worried that Xi’er might get tired of it after a few gifts, but unexpectedly… this method worked repeatedly. From then on, he began to habitually keep valuable jewelry in his embrace. At this moment, this golden hairpin finally found its use.
Xi’er, holding the golden hairpin, forgot everything and happily followed Song Xi’s pace.
Joy mingled with sorrow.
Under her own sensing, Mu Anxiao arrived outside the garden like a headless fly. “It came here.” She muttered. As soon as she entered the arched stone gate, she was startled by the flower spirits gathered outside the house not far away. “What are you doing?” she shouted and ran forward.
Because it was so quiet here, the moment Mu Anxiao spoke, all the flower spirits heard her and immediately turned around in unison to look at Mu Anxiao…
Rose said with a troubled expression, “You’ve come at the most opportune moment.” She rushed to Mu Anxiao’s front.
Mu Anxiao frowned, “What’s wrong?” She had a sense of foreboding.
Rose said, “The demonic sword in your courtyard has come here.”
“It really is here.” Mu Anxiao had come based on her senses and never expected to actually find the demonic sword. Now, hearing Rose say this, she deeply suspected… the demonic sword was very likely the reborn soul sword.
“Yes.”
“Why are you all gathered here?” Mu Anxiao deliberately kept her emotions hidden and changed the subject.
Rose explained, “As soon as it arrived, it went straight inside, and then it used its demonic aura to set up a barrier here. We can’t get in at all. I’m worried,” she said, unsure of what to do, “that it will cause destruction.”
“Perhaps it’s just taking a bath,” Mu Anxiao said, patting Rose’s shoulder before walking towards the door, bypassing Rose.
Seeing this… the flower spirits also made way for Mu Anxiao one by one.