Traveling through time, collecting handsome men, even the master can't escape!

When Wu Yuying just hugged Xue Wu Ran, she clearly felt the latter's body tremble, and he took a step back and subconsciously dodged.

After not seeing each other for such a long time, Wu Yuying's longing for Xue Wu Ran did not diminish. Instead, it became deeper and deeper as time went by.

At this moment, she had no other thoughts in her mind. As long as she held Xue Wu Ran in her arms and smelled his scent, she would be very satisfied.

Wu Yuying was afraid that Xue Wuran would suddenly disappear again, so she quickly raised her head, looked at the latter with hope on her face, and spoke in a low voice.

"Master, don't go. I miss you so much. I just want to hug you."

"Master, please don't leave. Hold me for a while. It will be fine in a moment."

Xue Wu Ran's expression was shocked, and his eyes revealed deep emotion.

Wu Yuying said she missed him, so how could he not miss Wu Yuying too?

Last time, he heard from other people that Wu Yuying was humiliated by Ling Mo on the second peak.

At that time, he was extremely angry, but more anxious and worried.

Because, although Wu Yuying's Dantian had recovered at that time and she could practice again, she had no cultivation at that time. Except for her stronger body, she was no different from an ordinary person.

So, how could she be Ling Mo's opponent? There was no suspense between the two of them. Ling Mo didn't even need to do anything. He only needed to rely on his aura and pressure, and Wu Yuying would not be able to bear it.

Thinking of this, Xue Wu Ran became more and more worried. It was undeniable that he cared about Wu Yuying in his heart. He brought Wu Yuying up from infancy and taught her cultivation since she was a child. He treated her as his own relative.

At this time, Wu Yuying's voice rang out, pulling him back from his memories.

Then, a small hand waved in front of his eyes.

"Master, what are you daydreaming about?"

Xue Wu Ran came back to his senses, looked at Wu Yuying in his arms, reached out and rubbed her head gently, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly.

"Ying'er is really amazing. She has already become a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Your Master is very happy."

"Hehe...disciple just doesn't want to embarrass master!" Wu Yuying said with a hehe smile.

"Ying'er, let go of your master first. I will give you something as a gift for your advancement to the foundation-building stage," Xue Wu Ran said.

Wu Yuying's eyes suddenly lit up, she quickly let go of her hand, took a few steps back, and said with anticipation in her eyes.

"Master, what gift do you want to give to your disciple?"

"Ying'er, your spiritual weapon was destroyed by the python back then. What your master is going to give you today is the spiritual weapon that your master used back then." Xue Wu Ran said slowly.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, with a faint purple glow on the sword.

"Ying'er, this sword is called Wind and Rain. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon. This sword has accompanied my master for nearly 500 years."

Xue Wu Ran's gaze stayed on the long sword. He gently stroked the sword with his left hand, and deep nostalgia revealed in his eyes.

After a moment, he handed the sword in his hand to Wu Yuying, stared at her deeply, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Ying'er, today, your master will give it to you. I hope you will treat it well."

"Okay, okay, what belongs to the master is the disciple's, and what belongs to the disciple is the master's."

"Master, don't worry, I will take good care of it as I love you."

Wu Yuying grinned and said.

Xue Wu Ran was stunned, a strange look flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. Then a smile appeared on his face and he said.

"Master, I believe in you."

Immediately afterwards, Wu Yuying stretched out her hand to take the Fengyu Sword from Xue Wuran, but just as her hand was about to touch the hilt.

At this moment, the phenomenon suddenly changed.

The Wind and Rain Sword in Xue Wu Ran's hand flashed with a strong purple light and began to vibrate slightly, as if to protest against Xue Wu Ran giving it to Wu Yuying.

Wu Yuying was startled and quickly retracted her hand. She looked at Xue Wuran with fear on her face and spoke hesitantly.

"Master...Master, it...it scares me."

"This... this is..." Xue Wu Ran was shocked, with surprise in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the sword, which stopped vibrating and instantly became quiet.

Xue Wu Ran looked at the Wind and Rain Sword in his hand with a complicated expression, his lips trembling slightly as he spoke.

"Old man, have you developed intelligence?"

The Wind and Rain Sword made a buzzing sound, as if responding to Xue Wu Ran.

"If this is true, it has taken thousands of years since ancient times for a weapon to become a spirit."

“Even so, among the tens of millions of spiritual weapons, only a handful of thousand-year-old spiritual weapons can give birth to weapon spirits.”

"My old friend, you have developed intelligence in just over 500 years. This is the honor of my life, Xue Wu Ran." Xue Wu Ran gently stroked the sword, his eyes full of affection.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The Wind and Rain Sword began to vibrate again in Xue Wu Ran's hand.

"However, I will always keep my word and do what I say. Since I have given you to my beloved disciple, I will definitely not break my promise."

"Old friend, you have followed me for more than five hundred years and you should know my character. Today I, Xue Wu Ran, would like to ask you for a favor. I hope you can lend a helping hand to my disciple on her path of cultivation." Xue Wu Ran said slowly with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

"Woo..."

The Wind and Rain Sword trembled, emitting a mournful sound, and the purple light on the sword quickly dimmed.

Xue Wu Ran's heart trembled, and he looked at the Wind and Rain Sword in his hand with a complicated expression.

How could he not know that the Wind and Rain Sword didn't want to leave him in this situation, but it didn't want to go against its own wishes, so it could only express its final farewell with a sad cry.

At this moment, the voice of Wu Yuying rang in his ears.

"Master, you should keep the Wind and Rain Sword. I went to the Spirit Weapon Room yesterday and found a spirit weapon that I am satisfied with. I will go and get it back tomorrow."

Xue Wu Ran was slightly stunned, looked at Wu Yu Ying in surprise, and spoke.

"Ying'er? You..."

"Oh! Master, what I said is true. I really have a spiritual weapon I like. Please put away the Wind and Rain Sword."

“Besides, the Wind and Rain Sword has now developed intelligence. It can only exert greater power when it is with you. If you give it to your disciple, it would be a waste of God’s gift!” Wu Yuying explained hurriedly.

The reason why Wu Yuying refused the Wind and Rain Sword was because Hua Meinan had just told her that the Wind and Rain Sword was indeed useless to her. It had been nurtured by Feng Wuchen for more than five hundred years before it was born with intelligence, and only Xue Wuran could fully bring out its power.

For others, even if they obtained it, it would only be an ordinary low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Good, good, good." Xue Wu Ran looked at Wu Yuying deeply and said three good words in a row.

Then, the Wind and Rain Sword in his hand flashed with purple light and disappeared.

Then, Xue Wu Ran took a step forward, opened his arms, hugged Wu Yuying tightly, and spoke gently.

"Ying'er, thank you as your teacher."

"Master, what's going on between us? Aren't we being so formal?" Wu Yuying smiled awkwardly, and then she whispered in Xue Wuran's ear.

"Master, you smell so good. It would be great if you could kiss me."

"Okay!" Xue Wu Ran responded readily.

Then, Wu Yuying felt a pair of warm lips, like a dragonfly touching the water, touching her forehead and kissing her gently.

"Ying'er, is it ok?"

Xue Wuran's gentle voice rang in Wu Yuying's ears.

"Yes, yes, that's great." Wu Yuying shouted excitedly in her heart.

At this moment, she was lowering her head slightly, because she clearly felt that her little face was blushing.

Xue Wu Ran saw that Wu Yuying didn't say anything, so he lowered his head and discovered Wu Yuying's embarrassing look.

Suddenly, his face turned red, and he quickly took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa, his face full of embarrassment.