After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

As the sky brightened, Lin Chuan and Xu Hanyi came outside the hall.

"Master."

Seeing this, Jiang Wanying immediately stepped forward and came to Xu Hanyi's side.

"Master can't run away, Ying'er, you should talk to Chuan'er first."

Xu Hanyi's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes passed over Jiang Wanying, and then gently fell back on Lin Chuan.

"What...what's there to say? I won't talk to a heartless man..."

Jiang Wanying snorted softly, but her eyes unconsciously glanced towards Lin Chuan.

"Senior Sister, please don't be angry. I have a lot to say to you. Don't you want to listen?"

Lin Chuan spoke in a gentle tone and reached out to gently embrace Jiang Wanying in his arms.

Jiang Wanying struggled slightly, then stopped and said in a tough tone, "If it's just some words of apology, then there's no need to say them. I'll forgive Ah Chuan whenever he comes back."

"Sister..."

Lin Chuan leaned close to Jiang Wanying's ear and spoke in a very low voice.

Jiang Wanying's face turned slightly red at first, and then she stretched out her hand with a look of reproach and twisted Lin Chuan's waist lightly, causing Lin Chuan to gasp in pain.

The rest of the people stood there quietly with calm expressions, and no one tried to eavesdrop on Lin Chuan's private conversations.

After whispering to Jiang Wanying, Lin Chuan walked over to the others and whispered to them one by one.

The sun rises in the east.

As everyone looked on reluctantly, nine bolts of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, striking Lin Chuan directly.

Immediately afterwards, the aura around Lin Chuan suddenly rose, and a pressure belonging to the immortal realm spread out like ripples.

"Let's go, take care of yourselves."

Lin Chuan's gaze swept over the women one by one, then he looked up at the space vortex that suddenly appeared in the air. He moved and rushed towards the vortex.

"Husband!"

"Achuan!"

"Qin Lang!"

"Chuan'er!"

"Son!"

……

Nine different cries mixed together, wrapped in endless reluctance, gently echoing in the morning light.

At the same time, all the high-ranking officials and disciples outside the central area bowed in greeting, and a unified voice resounded throughout the holy land: "Farewell, Holy Lord!"

……

Because everything deviated slightly from the original plan, with the help of the Heavenly Dao of Qingluan Continent, half of the barrier between Qingluan Continent and the Immortal Realm has been opened, and the remaining half needs to be completed by Lin Chuan himself.

inside the channel.

Lin Chuan looked at the barrier of unknown thickness, took a deep breath, then took out a long sword from the storage space and held it in his hand.

"Qingxiao."

Lin Chuan called out softly and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly became fierce, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Immortal Realm... well... Master's current body can barely allow me to ho-ho."

As soon as Lin Chuan finished speaking, a flash of white light suddenly appeared. The thick barrier was like tofu, melting away at the touch of the white light without any hindrance.

"Qingxiao is so relentless, won't my body collapse before I even reach the Immortal Realm?"

In another space, Lin Chuan turned his head and asked the sword spirit that was right behind him and was controlling his body to continuously strike the sword.

"It's okay. If you die, I'll find another master."

A cold voice sounded beside Lin Chuan's ears, without any ripples, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a joke or serious.

"I just forgot to feed you Yin and Yang energy recently. I'll make up for it later. Why are you still angry?"

Lin Chuan let the sword spirit control his body and swing the sword while muttering in defense.

"..."

Qingxiao did not respond, but only controlled Lin Chuan's sword-swinging movements to remain smooth. White light continuously cut through the space, and the speed at which the barrier melted did not slow down at all.

After so many years of getting along, Lin Chuan, who was already familiar with Qing Xiao's temperament, did not feel embarrassed by her silence. Instead, he asked, "Qing Xiao should be a high-grade immortal weapon, right?"

In the Immortal Realm, there are clear levels of distinction between Immortal Weapons. From lowest to highest, they are: Common Immortal Weapons, Spiritual Immortal Weapons, King Immortal Weapons, Imperial Immortal Weapons, Supreme Immortal Weapons, Saint Immortal Weapons, and Emperor Immortal Weapons.

"..."

Qing Xiao was silent for a moment before his cold voice rang out in Lin Chuan's ears again, with a hint of unquestionable certainty: "I believe I am an imperial-grade immortal weapon."

"what?"

A strange look suddenly appeared on Lin Chuan's face.

"Whether it's true or not, doesn't it all depend on the master?"

The sword spirit's voice was still cold, but it was more meaningful.

"That's true."

Lin Chuan nodded and continued, "When I reach the Immortal Venerable Realm, I will refine you again. At that time, I will also separate Xingye from your body."

"..."

The sword spirit did not make a sound, but Lin Chuan clearly felt a sharp edge quietly covering his back, causing him to subconsciously tense his body.

"Qingxiao?"

Lin Chuan called out tentatively, his eyes unconsciously glancing behind him.

"Isn't my sword enough? Why is the master still thinking of other swords?"

The sword spirit's tone was tinged with melancholy, and there was no obvious anger in it, but it made the sharp edge lingering on Lin Chuan's back even stronger.

"..."

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "Don't you think you can't refine Xingye, and you don't want her to share a body with you?"

"Hmm, so, Master means that after you separate her from my body, you will break her spirit into pieces and feed it to me, right?"

There was an unmistakable hint of expectation in the sword spirit's cold voice.

"..."

At this moment, Lin Chuan felt as if he was under some kind of curse. Otherwise, how could even his sword spirit be so possessive?

"Master, you haven't forgotten the promise you made to me before, have you?"

Seeing that Lin Chuan didn't say anything, the sword spirit's voice came closer.

"I haven't forgotten, but aren't you afraid that today I will feed you with my previous sword spirit, and tomorrow I will feed you to other sword spirits?" Lin Chuan asked back.

"It's only natural that it should be replaced by a stronger sword spirit."

The sword spirit's voice was still clear and cold, without a trace of fear in it. Instead, it carried a kind of calmness that was almost a matter of course, as if he had already considered this possibility.

"..."

Lin Chuan opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly felt dizzy and his consciousness returned to his body in an instant.

"starry night?"

He looked at the long sword in his hand, which was constantly changing between black and white, and called out tentatively.

"Master! It's me! Master, please don't listen to that evil sword spirit. Xingye doesn't want to leave you!"

"Get the hell out of my body!"

"I won't, you evil sword spirit! You even want the master to break me into pieces and feed me to you. How can you be so selfish!"

"Shut up right there! Also, that's my master, don't shout!"

……

Lin Chuan silently blocked out their conversation in his mind and looked up at the thin barrier that was left.

Feeling that his body was already severely burdened after being "substituted" by Qingxiao, Lin Chuan took a deep breath and punched out suddenly.

"Crack!"

The last layer of barrier shattered, and then a gray mist suddenly appeared in front.

Lin Chuan's figure flashed and he stepped into the land of the fairyland at the first moment. The passage was automatically closed at the same moment, but a lot of gray mist still took the opportunity to rush in.

At this moment, Lin Chuan had no time to worry about these things. Because along with it, in addition to the gray mist that continued to invade his body, there was also a group of monk puppets whose minds were controlled by the mist and whose eyes were filled with only killing.

……