Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

"So that's how it is." Lu Ning said with a smile, "Since Senior Sister is pleading for him, Junior Brother will naturally pay more attention. As long as he is willing to admit defeat, I will definitely not humiliate him."

After he finished speaking, he added, "But I heard that this person is quite powerful and loves to humiliate his opponents. If he doesn't know what's good for him, I will have to go all out."

Just a verbal promise can be exchanged for a favor from the sect master's eldest disciple. This is really a good deal.

As for whether to hold back, we'll decide based on the situation.

"In that case, I will thank Junior Brother Lu on behalf of my useless junior brother." Mo Qiushuang breathed a sigh of relief. "I owe Junior Brother Lu a favor for this matter. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to ask me."

"Thank you, senior sister." Lu Ning did not refuse. This was exactly what he wanted.

After the two said goodbye, Mo Qiu Shuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She is also proficient in formations, and is an extremely rare quasi-eighth-grade formation master. If she is given enough time and uses her full strength, she can even threaten a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Therefore, she was well aware of the terrifying nature of the formation master, whose combat power was completely different from that of cultivators of the same level.

In her opinion, with Jiang Han's strength at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, even with a top-level magic weapon in hand, he would be in danger of death if he fell into a seventh-level formation.

As the eldest senior sister, how could she watch him fall into such danger?

I am doing this now for his own good.

……

Zixiao Sword Sect, Deacon Hall.

After finishing today's affairs, Ye Jinxia took advantage of the short break to sit on a wooden chair and practice martial arts.

Although the spiritual energy here is rich and much better than her cave, due to the large number of disciples coming and going, the spiritual energy is somewhat mixed and extremely difficult to refine.

But in order to improve her cultivation and get her flying sword back as soon as possible, she has to seize every moment to practice, day and night, not daring to rest for a moment.

This has been going on for decades without interruption since the defeat in World War I.

But even though she tried so hard, the thief's cultivation was always one step higher than hers, and the gap even became larger and larger, from the original difference of one realm to the difference of two realms now.

She is still at the early stage of Nascent Soul, but Situ Yu is already a powerful cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

Ye Jinxia felt that she was really like the ant that the other party mentioned. No matter how hard she tried, she could only look up at the other party's dazzling figure at the foot of the mountain, and she would never be able to catch up with the other party in her entire life.

"Maybe I will never be able to get the flying sword back in this lifetime, and I can only handle miscellaneous tasks in the Deacon Hall."

Ye Jinxia laughed at herself, but there was still a hint of fighting spirit in her eyes.

For some reason, ever since she learned that the prince had gone to Lingyun Mountain, she has been feeling uneasy and has been subconsciously imagining some non-existent scenes in her mind.

His Highness Fantasy went to Situ Yu's house and defeated him. After humiliating the madman, he also took back their flying swords.

"Your Highness is so noble, how could he possibly do such a foolish thing?"

She muttered to herself, forced herself to suppress the throbbing in her heart, and continued to practice.

This kind of thing is impossible no matter how you think about it. Your Highness runs around for the sect every day and is so busy that he rarely even goes back to Dongxuan Peak. How could he run so far to help them get the flying sword back?

Besides, she had no relationship with His Highness and had only seen Him a few times from afar. His Highness didn't even know who she was, let alone these trivial matters.

"You just said that His Highness was going to do something boring?"

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Ye Jinxia curled her lips. She knew who it was without even looking. However, there was a hint of joy in the other person's voice that she hadn't felt for a long time.

"Didn't Great Elder Han escort His Highness on a long journey? How come you have time to come to me?"

Han Yizhou pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Ye Jinxia. He raised his hand and a teapot flew over from a distance and poured a cup for each of them.

"Of course I'm here because of good news." He pushed a cup of tea over with a smile on his face.

Han Yizhou looked at the determined junior sister who practiced even in the gaps between talking, and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

Once upon a time, she was also the most talented swordsman in Wenjian Peak. Back then, she dared to go to the turbulent place alone with a flying sword to suppress the rebellion.

With one man and one sword, he fought alone against three Nascent Soul rebels and killed them all despite his seriously injured body.

Although he is not as talented as His Highness, he is also proud and fearless, and dares to compete with the geniuses of other sects. He has achieved impressive results in several competitions in the world of immortal cultivation.

But now, she can only sit in the simple wooden house of the Deacon Hall to handle miscellaneous tasks, and has become an inconspicuous deacon elder.

Not to mention practicing sword skills, she even has difficulty in cultivating now. She is almost no different from an old cultivator who is nearing the end of his life.

In Han Yizhou's view, this is a pity.

Therefore, as soon as he returned to the Sword Sect, he hurried here.

"I came all this way back, and you wouldn't even offer me a cup of tea. I had to do it myself, and I brought you a surprise."

"Come on, you've made progress in your cultivation, and now you come to show off to me." Ye Jinxia said unhappily.

Although she was a little curious about what it was, she still restrained herself. The gap between her and the other party was getting bigger and bigger. Even if Elder Han didn't care, she still had to have some self-awareness.

The only thing is his habit of showing off to her whenever he makes a breakthrough, which always makes her very angry.

Han Yizhou no longer kept the secret, and the smile on his face disappeared. He took out a flying sword shining with golden light and hung it between the two of them.

"What do you think this is?"

Familiar smell!

It's a scent she will never forget!!

Ye Jinxia suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward. When he saw the flying sword hanging upside down in the air, he was stunned and stared at the flying sword blankly.

boom--!

A hurricane-like momentum erupted, smashing all the tables and chairs in the room into pieces. The protective formation lit up on its own, and then flashed violently due to the impact, and it was about to be completely broken.

Fortunately, Han Yizhou stopped it in time, preventing the breath from rushing to the outside world.

"This is... the Golden Cloud Sword?!"