How could someone as well-behaved as Sister Yue possibly be a playboy?

Xu Bai slowed his pace.

Fortunately, although the road was dark, it was not long, and apart from the occasional whooshing sound, there was nothing else.

The dim light was revealed to be a sword as the group approached.

It stood tall in the air, its blade radiating light, dazzling and brilliant.

Around it were many swords, floating in the air; clearly, this was a sword tomb.

"This is the long-lost Demon-Slaying Sword!"

One of the cultivators exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening, before a look of joy appeared on his face.

The Demon-Slaying Sword appeared in the hands of the Pure Cultivation Master thousands of years ago, and then its whereabouts became unknown.

As its name suggests, this is a sword that can subdue demons.

Lai Tiancheng looked at the sword in the air, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He soared into the air and headed towards the Demon-Slaying Sword!

The Demon-Slaying Sword was originally standing in the air, and just as Lai Tiancheng was about to seize it, it moved!

The sword flew up and dodged his hand, then plunged straight into the ground.

Lai Tiancheng frowned and stepped forward again. This time, the Demon-Slaying Sword did not move. He narrowed his eyes, gripped the hilt, and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge.

After trying for a long time without being able to pull it out even a little bit, Lai Tiancheng's face darkened as he listened to the hidden laughter, and he clenched his fists.

His sharp gaze swept over and he saw the female cultivator's smiling face. She made a gesture without any fear, her eyes filled with contempt.

Thumb pointing down.

Lai Tiancheng couldn't understand it, but his face darkened even more.

After he gave up, other rogue cultivators went up and tried to pull out the Demon-Slaying Sword. Unsurprisingly, they all failed. However, they were not surprised and simply turned around to look for other swords.

The one thing this sword tomb has in abundance is swords.

Ye Yueyue then realized that the whooshing sound was the sound of those swords flying by.

Looking at the demon-slaying sword in the center, she felt a surge of desire.

She had read the complete encyclopedia of divine weapons and knew the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword, which ranked ninth on the list. Although it was not as powerful as other swords, it provided a sense of security!

Most of the cultivators who had stayed in place left, and everyone headed deeper into the area in search of other weapons.

Ye Yueyue hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and grasped the Demon-Slaying Sword.

She tried to pull it, but it wouldn't budge.

The Demon-Slaying Sword gleamed, like a white streak in the darkness. When the sword was not flying, it looked very light, but when you held it, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Ye Yueyue was unwilling to give up. She tried to pull it out with all her might. Her fair face gradually turned red, and her brows furrowed tightly.

It wasn't pulled out even when it turned red-hot.

Finally, exhausted, she loosened her grip on the sword hilt and fell backward uncontrollably, only to bump into a warm embrace, which she instinctively grabbed.

"……uh-huh."

Ye Yueyue looked up and saw a smooth chin. She blinked and stammered, "...Why haven't you left yet?"

He was suddenly startled by the delicate, warm touch.

The person in my arms was incredibly soft, and her petite body seemed to hold endless warmth.

Time stood still at that moment.

Xu Bai: "..."

"Feel sorry……"

The girl quickly stood up, her face flushed, her small earlobes extremely pink, her clear voice tinged with nervousness, and her tone somewhat soft.

His calm and composed heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Xu Bai lowered his eyes. "It's nothing."

"...Master, senior brother, would you like to try it too?" the girl asked, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Ah."

Xu Bai responded faintly and stepped forward.

His long, slender hands gripped the hilt of the sword, his eyes sharpened, and he pulled it out forcefully.

also failed.

A hint of a smile flashed across Ye Yueyue's eyes. So everyone's the same, huh? That puts my mind at ease!

"Senior brother, let's go!" She stepped forward with light steps.

"It's alright, senior brother. That's how it is when people are destined to meet but not to be together. As long as you've tried your best, that's enough!"

The girl's words of comfort came through.

Xu Bai paused for a moment, but he didn't really care about these things.

But the corners of her lips involuntarily curved upwards slightly.

Opportunities are all about fate, especially with spiritual artifacts like these, which are not easily subdued by those who are conscious of them.

The two walked through the dark sword tomb, far from the range of the Demon-Slaying Sword, and the surroundings grew increasingly dim.

"Senior brother, wait for me..."

The girl walked forward nervously, her hand unconsciously bumping into his.

The soft touch was fleeting, leaving a ticklish sensation.

It was as if something had taken root and sprouted in his heart.

In the darkness, his senses were amplified infinitely. Xu Bai could hear the girl's shallow breathing, and her hand nervously clutched the hem of his clothes.

Swords flew past all around from time to time.

Soon they saw a cultivator, who was moving with his eyes closed, as if he were possessed, waving his hands and feet wildly.

He was holding a sword in his hand.

The deeper you go, the more cultivators you see in this state, and what they all have in common is that they are all holding swords.

This is?

"Brother, they..."

The person next to him didn't speak.

Ye Yueyue turned around and found no one there. A cold wind blew by, raising goosebumps on her skin, and she shivered violently.

Where did this man go?

She regretfully thought, "If only I had been brave enough to hold hands with him."

With things having come to this, Ye Yueyue had no choice but to walk alone. There were far fewer cultivators on the road, and she even saw Lai Tiancheng along the way.

The other person's eyes were tightly closed, just like the cultivators they had encountered before.

Ye Yueyue really wanted to take advantage of the situation, but after thinking about it, she decided against it and decided to take things slowly, just in case.

What if someone has a trump card up their sleeve?

Anyway, take it slow. No one can cultivate faster than her. Revenge is just a matter of time.

Thinking of this, she relaxed her brows. Her stage was the much broader world of cultivation, not these ordinary people.

As she walked, many swords circled around Ye Yueyue, but she only glanced at them and then looked away; these swords were nothing special.

I still want that glowing demon-slaying sword...

At this moment, Ye Yueyue had reached the end of the Sword Tomb. Many Heavenly Rank swords floated around her, including some of the highest grade, but she had a feeling.

We were not meant to be...

Suddenly, a sword planted in the ground caught her eye, and an impulse surged within her.

She wants it!

Ye Yueyue stepped forward and noticed that the sword was not as bright as the other swords. The scabbard was stained with ink, and the exposed blade was rusty.

?

She frowned, looking somewhat exasperated.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally pulled out the broken sword.

It was pulled out very easily; in fact, the force was so great that it chipped off a piece, and the scabbard immediately developed a nick...

Ye Yueyue fell silent. "Am I destined to be a junk collector for the rest of my life?"

"I'm not trash!" Huanling Sha said indignantly.

It was merely asleep at that time, which is why its light was obscured.

Of course, you're my darling!

He appeased Huanling Sha with just one sentence.

Ye Yueyue curled her lips into a smile, and in the next instant, the broken sword in her hand began to move.

Before she knew it, her hand was pricked!

"Hiss, you've murdered your master!"