After changing her master, she turned to the ruthless way, and the whole sect knelt down

It no longer dared to rub against Xie Liuyin, and even pulled itself up and moved to a place far away from Xie Liuyin and thrust hard, looking autistic.

But at this moment, Xie Liuyin could not pay any attention to the movements of the red sword. All her mind was focused on the ink-black spiritual sword that was slowly approaching her.

The spirit sword finally floated in front of Xie Liuyin. Unlike other swords, it did not rub against Xie Liuyin right away. Instead, it circled around her slowly for a few times, as if it was looking at whether she was qualified to be its master.

Xie Liuyin didn't dare to move. She could feel that this sword had an extraordinary origin.

After a while, as if it had finally made a decision, the ink-black spirit sword slashed directly towards Xie Liuyin's hand, and the sword body stained with her blood instantly formed a contract.

It all happened too suddenly and too quickly.

Xie Liuyin had no time to stop it, as golden light from heaven descended from above his head.

At the same time, something seemed to appear in her mind, a contract connecting souls, binding Xie Liuyin and the spirit sword in front of her together.

And in Xie Liuyin's mind, an unfamiliar young man's voice echoed: "Humph, the equal contract is all bullshit! That old man let me go so easily, this time I must tie him to death with a soul contract!"

Xie Liuyin was startled. Before she could ask what was going on, the voice in her head rang out again: "Hey, little girl, what's your name?"

Xie Liuyin replied subconsciously: "Junior Xie Liuyin, may I know what your name is, Senior?"

"You, you call me senior?" The sound of the last two words seemed to float upwards.

"Ahem!" The voice coughed lightly and quickly adjusted its mood. However, Xie Liuyin was still keenly aware that the other party's attitude was much better than before. "Just call me Young Master Mo Que."

Xie Liuyin was stunned. She looked at the spirit sword floating in front of her and asked tentatively, "Senior, could it be this sword?"

"That's right! I am the sword spirit of this sword." The sword spirit said in a high-spirited tone, "I have chosen you. From now on, you will be my new servant. You must remember to wipe me with the softest ice silk every day. The shelf I sleep on must be made of golden sycamore wood that is over a thousand years old. I must bathe once every three days, and the water I use must be spiritual spring water..."

Listening to the long list of requests made by the sword spirit in his head, Xie Liuyin raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

She remembered that the founder of Qingxiao Sect had a sword named Mo Que, but after the founder ascended to heaven, he did not take the sword with him.

When Xie Liuyin heard about this story for the first time, he was a little surprised why the ancestor wanted to abandon the spiritual sword that had been with him for many years.

Now she felt that she should have found the reason.

"Also, every time you touch me, you need to bathe, burn incense, and apply sword-nourishing oil on your hands. And..."

"Wait, wait!" Xie Liuyin couldn't bear to listen any longer. "Senior, why don't you find someone else to form a bond with?"

The cheerful voice paused, then quickly turned into a furious one: "What do you mean, do you despise me? I don't even despise your low cultivation level and poor aptitude, how dare you despise me?!"

Following a roar from the sword spirit, a burst of sword energy also burst out from the Mo Que sword.

The spirit swords around the bottom of the pool dodged one after another, running faster than rabbits, without any trace of their previous affection towards Xie Liuyin.

"It's not that I dislike you, but I'm very poor and can't really meet your requirements! Why don't you wait a little longer and find someone with higher cultivation, better qualifications and more money?" Xie Liuyin asked tentatively.

The sword spirit snorted unhappily, "I don't care. I've already formed a pact with you. Take me out now. I don't want to stay in this shabby place any longer!"

Mo Quejian didn't give Xie Liuyin any chance to refuse. He immediately fell into her arms, acting like a spoiled brat.