Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

"Jing Shu, there's something wrong with this spiritual energy."

The nascent soul, which had been staring intently at the golden spiritual energy, suddenly spoke, bringing Jing Shu back to his senses.

The nascent soul gently touched that wisp of spiritual energy with its own spiritual power, and as the spiritual energy fluctuated, its color changed.

A very faint red tinge appeared, swayed slightly, and then turned back to gold.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Jing Shu's eyes. This matter was again related to the evil cultivators. If that were truly the case, given the enmity between his master and the evil cultivators, and his master's divine sense...

Jing Shu clenched his fist, dispelling the wisp of golden spiritual energy in his palm, and then healed the wound on his other hand.

Seeing that Xue Ningjian still didn't react, Jing Shu's eyes darkened.

Too slow... There's only blood from the palm; who knows how long it will take for the spirit of the Snow Condensation Sword to awaken.

Jing Shu took off his shirt, took out a dagger from his storage ring, and stabbed himself in the heart without hesitation!

"Tick-tock-"

Fresh blood flowed down the tip of the knife and dripped onto the blade of the Snow Condensation Sword.

This time, the Snow Condensation Sword absorbed the energy much faster, but Jing Shu's face grew increasingly pale.

"That's enough." The Nascent Soul noticed Jing Shu's unusual behavior and snatched the dagger from him. "Our heart's blood is even more nourishing, don't use so much!"

Xiao Jingshu quickly took the Snow Condensation Sword from Jingshu's body and looked at Jingshu with great concern. He had just acted very irrationally.

Jing Shu then realized what was happening, raised his hand to heal the wound on his chest, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The wounds disappeared quickly, but Jing Shu's face remained deathly pale after losing so much of his heart's blood.

His mind was in turmoil. For a moment, he couldn't stop himself. Now that he's come to his senses, the side effects of losing so much of his heart's blood are rushing over him.

Jing Shu rubbed his throbbing temples. "I was too hasty."

“Master is very strong.” The Nascent Soul placed his hand on Jing Shu’s shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

He understood Jing Shu's sudden madness, and when he discovered that there were evil cultivators involved again, he couldn't suppress his killing intent.

but,

"Calm down. All those who deserve to die will be sent to hell by us." The Nascent Soul knelt on one knee in front of Jing Shu and said coldly.

Looking at the two, Jing Shu, who was usually very calm, and Yuan Ying, who was easily angered and had a crazy side, switched roles and became more like each other than the other.

Xiao Jingshu was somewhat puzzled. Was he really Jingshu? Why was he so different from them?

Before Xiao Jingshu could continue thinking, the Snow Condensation Sword in his arms moved. Sensing something was wrong, Xiao Jingshu released the Snow Condensation Sword, which then floated in the air.

At the same time, all three of them heard Xue Ningjian's voice, a slightly childish boy's voice.

"Jing Shu! So much blood! Master? Master!"

Jing Shu & Yuan Ying & Little Jing Shu: "!!!"

Oh no! We've really overdone it this time!

Before the Nascent Soul could control the Snow Condensation Sword, it suddenly flew towards the stone gate.

"Boom——"

The stone gate was instantly shattered by the Snow Condensation Sword. It then flew outside and broke through the barrier left by Fan Qingyan with another sword strike, heading straight towards the direction of Cold Peak.

Jing Shu and the other two fell silent. This time, it was truly and utterly overdone! Even the Snow Condensing Sword could speak!

The nascent soul turned around and looked at Jing Shu, its eyes filled with sympathy.

"Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he returned to the ancient jade. Xiao Jingshu also reacted instantly, said "Take care" as well, and followed the nascent soul into the jade.

Jing Shu: "..."

Master was someone they planned to deceive, but he alone had to bear the consequences.

Jing Shu numbly put on his shirt and had just fastened his belt when Fan Qingyan rushed in anxiously, "Junior brother, the seal I left behind has broken! Has someone come?! Are you...?"

Upon seeing Jing Shu, Fan Qingyan swallowed the word "injured." Why was his face so pale?! Why was his breathing so weak?!

"Junior Brother Jing!" Fan Qingyan quickly took out several bottles of pills from his storage bag, poured out several pills, and directly poured them into Jing Shu's mouth.

Fan Qingyan was furious. "Is this what you meant by being weak for a while?!" She felt like he was about to die any second!

Jing Shu was forced to swallow the pill, feeling somewhat guilty. He was supposed to only be weak for a short time, but now, he'd bled too much...

"How am I supposed to explain this to my martial uncle?! Hey? Where's the Snow Condensation Sword?!"

Fan Qingyan's expression changed from a pained look to sheer terror when she said the first half of her sentence.

"Did someone come in, injure you, and then steal the Snow Condensation Sword?!" Fan Qingyan said, suppressing his anger, and then went out to catch the "culprit".

Jing Shu grabbed Fan Qingyan's sleeve and shook his head. "No, there was no one there. The barrier was broken by Xue Ning Sword."

"What?!" Fan Qingyan froze on the spot, almost laughing in anger. "Snow Condensation Sword?! Junior Brother, are you kidding me?"

"Even if the sword spirit has awakened, it cannot break through my barrier without my master's guidance!"

Although he didn't set up this barrier seriously, and its main functions were soundproofing and concealment, it still couldn't be broken like this!

"I... I accidentally added too much. It went to find Master. Master should be here soon, Senior Brother, save me..." Jing Shu said pitifully, his face pale.

He didn't explain it clearly at the first moment because he wanted to keep Fan Qingyan here so that he could share his master's anger.

The Snow Condensing Sword originally only possessed sentience, but now he's managed to make it speak. Even if he runs back to Cold Peak now and pretends nothing happened, it'll be useless.

Thinking of this, Jing Shu felt his head ache even more.

Upon hearing this, Fan Qingyan gently but firmly pried Jing Shu's hand off his sleeve, forcing a smile. "Junior brother, your senior brother can't save you! Your senior brother is out of here. Good luck to you!"

Fan Qingyan turned to run, but froze on the spot.

Amidst a pile of rubble, a figure in icy blue stood silently, the Snow Condensation Sword in its hand gleaming with a chilling light.

"Why are you running away, nephew? Besides, isn't there supposed to be a sword pool in the sect?"

Jing Ran walked in slowly, sword in his right hand, and Fan Qingyan nervously swallowed.

"Then why is my sword in my disciple's hands? Nephew, give me an explanation."

Although Jing Ran is only at the Golden Core stage, the icy aura he exudes still terrifies Fan Qingyan, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back.

"Master, Uncle-Master! This... let me explain! Ah! No! Explain! Explain!!!"