After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Qi Yan smiled, holding the Blood Drinker in one hand and resting his other hand on Yun Zhao's shoulder.

"Where did you hear that, hmm?"

If he can be reborn, so can others.

Considering Yun Zhao's unusual behavior in this life, Qi Yan felt even more that something was wrong with her.

The wind was strong at night, and the spirit sword was a little unsteady. Blood Drinker emitted a buzzing sound and took over the spirit sword's job. The two of them stood steadily on Blood Drinker's body.

Yun Zhao barely managed to suppress his wildly beating heart, caught the trembling spirit sword whose job had been taken over, and looked directly into Qi Yan's eyes, "You told me."

Qi Yan: "???"

"Isn't it?"

Yun Zhao said blankly, "I asked you just now, and that's what you told me."

Looking at Qi Yan's gloomy expression, she asked worriedly, "Qi Yan, did you hurt yourself somewhere just now? How could you forget what you just said?"

Yun Zhao said anxiously, "Then let's hurry to Mu Peak. Uncle Lu probably hasn't rested yet."

As Yun Zhao was about to make Yin Xue turn around, Qi Yan stopped him.

“I’m fine,” Qi Yan released Yun Zhao’s shoulder. “I thought it was because there were people with the same name. If it was the same as someone else’s sword, I could change its name.”

This time, Yun Zhao was speechless.

So that's how it is. Don't try to guess what the villain is thinking; it's as unfathomable as a needle at the bottom of the sea. You'll never figure it out no matter how hard you try.

The two stood facing each other for a full five minutes. Yun Zhao felt quite awkward, so she coughed and said, "Well, I'll turn back now."

As soon as she moved, the Blood Drinker beneath her feet suddenly trembled, and she instinctively hugged Qi Yan.

"Scared, scared me to death!"

When someone hugged her around the waist, the warmth seeped through her clothes onto her skin, and Qi Yan felt as if she had been burned, almost throwing her away.

Fortunately, he managed to steady himself in time, standing like a wooden stake, letting Yun Zhao use him as a support.

Yun Zhao had no idea that she had just escaped death. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Qi Yan, what happened just now? Why don't we switch back? I feel that my spirit sword is safer."

Oh, her little heart!

Qi Yan communicated with Yin Xue using her divine sense. Yin Xue said with a wronged expression that it did not want to change its name. It just wanted to melt, refine, and break the sword that shared the same name as it!

"Ah? I see," Yun Zhao said, both amused and exasperated. "Yin Xue was a bit slow to react, and only realized it now."

Qi Yan thought about it and realized that it was true. In his previous life, he used the Blood Drinker to fight his enemies. He would charge forward with a roar during the fight, but after the fight, he would roll around like a madman.

He thought the blood-drinking was the excitement of winning, but it turned out to be the pain from the fight, which he could only feel after it was over.

After Qi Yan communicated with Yin Xue, it calmed down quickly and steadily. Yun Zhao felt that even if he rolled around on it, he wouldn't fall off.

She crouched down and patted the Bloodthirsty Sword. "You're so cute and unique."

The Blood Drinker buzzed twice: I'm so happy to be praised!

At the top of Qingyun Peak, the lights were still on in the courtyard. As soon as they came down, Xiao Tong came out of the house.

"Senior Sister Zhao Zhao, why are you so late coming back?"

Yun Zhao explained, "We passed by the Sword Pool on the way, and Ayan went there to choose a spirit sword, which took up some time."

Xiao Tong exclaimed "Ah!" and asked worriedly, "I just heard from the senior sisters on other peaks that there are demons lurking near the Sword Pool. Are you all alright?"

"It's nothing," Yun Zhao said with a smile, "just a misunderstanding."

"Little boy, put these medicinal herbs in the jade box for safekeeping. I need them tomorrow."

The child responded, took the storage bag, and went to pack it up.

Yun Zhao yawned, "I was thinking of unsealing your cultivation today, but this whole mess is all Song Zhiyuan's fault."

"Ayan, you should go back and rest first. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Cultivators don't need much sleep, but Yun Zhao has her own biological clock, and she gets sleepy at certain times.

Yun Zhao, fighting off sleepiness, touched Yin Xue and said, "Goodnight, Yin Xue, see you tomorrow."

"Hmm, I remember there's a city near the sect. I'll go with Ayan to buy you a sword sheath another day."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Qi Yan was left standing there, and it took her a long time to angrily return to her room.

Ignoring the bloodthirsty howls in his mind, Qi Yan severed his connection with it and pulled the blanket over his head.

[Affection +5, Current Affection 20]

Startled awake from his drowsy dream, Yun Zhao found himself sprawled out on the bed, twisted into a pretzel.

So the main villain likes others to treat his sword well, huh? Well, she's not sleepy anymore... she's still quite sleepy.

Before falling asleep, she vaguely felt that she had forgotten something.

Hmm, what is it?

"..."

Oh, right, the Fuguang Sword!

Yun Zhao opened her eyes again, and the lighting artifact lit up. She hurriedly dressed and searched through chests and cabinets for a long time before finally finding the Fuguang Sword at the very bottom of a chest.

"Cough cough cough! So dirty."

Yun Zhao lifted the Fuguang Sword onto the table with one hand, first breaking the original owner's seal, and then took out a rag to wipe it.

Yun Zhao gave up at dawn.

She poked Fuguang Sword. "Are you really that dirty?"

It shouldn't be.

It wasn't because of the seal; she had already broken it.

"Never mind," Yun Zhao put down the Fuguang Sword, "I'll study it when I have time."

It was already daylight, and Yun Zhao had no intention of sleeping anymore. She opened the door and went out.

After the door was closed, the Fuguang Sword on the table trembled slightly.

The medicinal bath required a full six hours of soaking. When Yun Zhao went out, he saw Qi Yan preparing the necessary items for the medicinal bath in the courtyard.

Yun Zhao glanced at it. "When did you get up? Is everything ready?"

Qi Yan glanced at her, "My ears can't take any more abuse."

Yun Zhao chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject, saying, "Everything is ready, let's begin."

The two entered Qi Yan's room, and Yun Zhao took out a large bath tub and filled it with hot water.

Following Lu Mingdao's instructions, Yun Zhao placed the medicinal herbs in the correct order.

The bathtub is insulated and will always maintain the same temperature. The elixir melts in the hot water, turning the water a deep green.

Yun Zhao blinked. "You go in. I'll stay here and keep an eye on the heat... no, I mean the water temperature. If it's not hot enough, I'll heat it up for you."

Qi Yan hesitated for a moment, "Do you have any fire-refining stones? I can do it myself."

Fire-refining stones are essential items for non-fire-spiritual-root cultivators in alchemy, weapon crafting, and for both home and travel.

Yun Zhao teased, "Are you shy? Don't be shy, I..."

The next second, Qi Yan dragged her outside the door, and Qi Yan said angrily, "Don't come in!"

Yun Zhao: "Oh..."

mean.

Before the door closed, Yun Zhao quickly threw a few fire-refining stones inside.

She took out a deck chair, lay down leisurely on it, and watched the door for Qi Yan.

Hmm, she remembered that when she saw Qi Yan in the dungeon, he was in a good shape, just a bit thin.

I wonder if feeding him these past few days has helped him gain any weight.

The sound of water could be heard from inside the room from time to time. Qi Yan gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he tried to break through the sealed cultivation.

Outside, Yun Zhao was sleeping soundly, not making a sound.

Yun Zhao was startled awake by a loud noise coming from inside the house.

"Qi Yan, what's wrong?"

She rushed to push the door open, but couldn't.