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

Ye Yueyue flung away the broken sword, her face contorted in pain. Then she saw that the blood on the broken sword had been absorbed, and the rust on the sword seemed to have faded a little.

A vague connection formed in his mind, and the broken sword obediently stayed by his side.

Was she forced into a contract?

Hello, are you there?

Ye Yueyue poked at the broken sword, then paused, afraid to use too much force, lest she break it.

The broken sword didn't speak, but only shook its blade.

OK, from now on I'll call you Po Po.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath, as if protesting his dissatisfaction, but the sheath was chipped in the process.

The broken figure paused in mid-air.

"...You've finally behaved yourself, haha." Ye Yueyue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She gripped the hilt of the sword, carefully closed the scabbard, then poked the sword and stored it in her spatial storage.

Ye Yueyue initially thought that this might be an ancient spiritual artifact like the Illusionary Spirit Veil.

However, she wasn't disappointed; although it was a bit torn, it was still quite cute.

As she walked out of the depths of the Sword Tomb, she found herself on the way back still surrounded by cultivators trapped in demonic possession. Ye Yueyue was puzzled and somewhat bewildered.

She initially guessed that it was because of the contract that this happened.

But my own contract with the broken sword didn't work... What went wrong?

They walked back to where they started, to where the Demon-Slaying Sword was.

Ye Yueyue looked at the gleaming sword, her eyes filled with longing.

For sword cultivators, a sword is no different from a wife; it is indispensable and the thing that accompanies them the longest.

I didn't understand why martial arts practitioners loved swords before.

She understood it as soon as she came to the world of cultivation.

Ye Yueyue looked around; no one was there. Good.

She swallowed a spirit-replenishing pill, stepped forward, grasped the Demon-Slaying Sword, and pulled it out with force!

This time, she used all her strength, drawing the Demon-Slaying Sword. Her reflection was mirrored on the blade, and the next second, the scene shifted...

The scene has changed.

Ye Yueyue stared blankly at the unfamiliar scene before her.

Before she could figure out what was happening, a sword stood before her, and the Demon-Slaying Sword thrust towards her.

A flash of cold light and the sharp blade made Ye Yueyue's heart skip a beat, and she quickly dodged.

The Demon-Slaying Sword missed its target and immediately turned back.

Extremely fast!

Ye Yueyue was overwhelmed by the attacks and tried to summon her sword, but found that she couldn't take it out.

What are sword cultivators supposed to fight without their swords?

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she activated the Lightning Summoning Technique in her hands!

The silvery light struck the Demon-Slaying Sword, causing it to tremble slightly, but it quickly recovered and charged towards Ye Yueyue once more!

A man and a sword faced off in this inky space.

Time passed second by second, and she had many small cuts on her body. Although they were not life-threatening, they were still very painful.

Ye Yueyue was too exhausted to speak. Looking at the Demon-Slaying Sword in front of her, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

I don't believe I can't get you!

Physically exhausted, but mentally stronger.

Ye Yueyue felt that she had caught something; the Demon-Slaying Sword cut through her skin, absorbed her blood, and the sword trembled slightly.

Her eyes narrowed, and she deliberately gave a flaw!

The Demon-Slaying Sword was indeed fooled, and immediately stepped forward excitedly to slash its own left hand.

Ye Yueyue's lips curled up, and taking advantage of the moment it absorbed blood, she suddenly reached out with her right hand, which was hidden behind her back, and grabbed the hilt of the sword!

The Demon-Slaying Sword immediately began to shake violently and flew into the air!

Ye Yueyue was thrown into the air by the Demon-Slaying Sword, and was so weak from the swing that she almost lost her grip and fell.

She gritted her teeth and placed her other hand on the hilt, gripping it tightly.

"The sword should move with me!"

After saying that, she narrowed her eyes, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and tried to control the sword!

The Demon-Slaying Sword swung less.

A look of joy welled up in Ye Yueyue's eyes, and she pressed on with her efforts.

The two forces confronted each other in the air, with one force being stronger than the other, like a tug-of-war.

After an unknown amount of time, the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword gradually diminished.

No more movement.

Ye Yueyue dared not let go and held on tightly.

The next second, she opened her eyes and found herself holding the Demon-Slaying Sword in her hand.

Outside the Sword Tomb.

Since leaving, a connection had formed in her mind, which Ye Yueyue could immediately sense—it was the Demon-Slaying Sword in her hand.

The Demon-Slaying Sword no longer fought against her as before, but instead hovered around her, its light illuminating everything around it.

The light here will be swallowed up, but the light of the Demon-Slaying Sword will remain unaffected.

Ye Yueyue looked up and saw a cultivator lying on the ground not far away. She walked over and found that the man had already stopped breathing.

His body was so thin and emaciated that his face was no longer recognizable; he looked just like a victim in a horror movie.

A sword floated beside the cultivator, its blade stained with blood.

The scene from before flashed through Ye Yueyue's mind, and with the sword she had contracted, everything became clear.

She glanced at the Demon-Slaying Sword with lingering fear, a chill running down her spine.

Thank goodness I won, otherwise I would have been completely unrecognizable...

Ye Yueyue stored the Demon-Slaying Sword in her spatial storage, and with a flick of her wrist, flames ignited as she walked through the Sword Tomb.

What about the people from the Free and Unfettered Sect? Could they have died too?

Unlike the first time, there were many dried-up corpses lying on the road.

Ye Yueyue became increasingly alarmed as she walked, but soon she encountered her first living person.

The man was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a faint smile on his lips.

It was that man in white, the smiling tiger.

It would have been better if we had never met...

Ye Yueyue intended to ignore him and walk past, but the man looked back and met her gaze, walking towards her.

"Miss... have you seen anyone else?" He looked around at the people, his brows furrowing slightly.

His voice was warm and gentle, like a sweet, clear spring.

Having seen his true colors, Ye Yueyue felt no ripples in her heart; instead, she found him somewhat intimidating.

She shook her head.

[Xing Zhao, a contractable player, has been discovered]

?

Stop messing around!

Hearing this, Huanling Sha paused for a moment. [Isn't this quite handsome? Doesn't Master like it?]

As far as it knows, its master likes any handsome man... so far, there hasn't been one it wasn't interested in.

What's the point if we can't even eat it? Besides... it's not even certain who will eat whom.

Ye Yueyue felt it was best to stay away from this kind of poisonous husband, otherwise she wouldn't even know if she was sold out one day. She just wanted to flirt with handsome men, not to die.

She shuddered at the thought of her obsessive brother from her past life who had dragged her to her death.

Xing Zhao noticed the girl's subtle movements, looked around, and saw that there was indeed a wind blowing, and the dark roadside was still littered with desiccated corpses.

He smiled slightly and said in a comforting tone, "There should still be people ahead."

Ye Yueyue remained silent. Although the other party was a handsome man, and she had been attracted to his face before entering the secret realm, she was now disheartened.

The two walked on this road.

"May I ask which sect you belong to, young lady?"

"Rogue cultivator."

Xing Zhao paused for a moment, seemingly surprised, and then glanced at her briefly.

It's obvious what the other person is thinking; they just feel sorry for her being targeted by the Rakshasa Palace's dogs.

"I am also a rogue cultivator. May I ask... how should I address you?"

He turned his head, his eyes smiling as he spoke.