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

“I said, no need.” Jing Ran said, summoning the Snow Condensation Sword.

Do you know the name of this sword?

Although Jing Shu was somewhat helpless about his master's reluctance to take away his divine consciousness, he still obediently said, "This is your natal sword, named Xue Ning Sword."

“There’s no need to remove your divine consciousness; the Snow Condensation Sword already knows the truth.” Jing Ran gently stroked the sword in his hand.

"The sword spirit seems to be injured and has been asleep. It only woke up once when we encountered the evil cultivator on our way to the private school, but it quickly fell asleep again. Once it wakes up again, we will be able to ask it."

"The sword spirit is injured? Aran, can I take a look at it?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Ran handed it over. Jing Shu took the Snow Condensation Sword and examined it carefully, his brows furrowing slightly. The sword was intact; how could the sword spirit be injured?

Jing Shu released his spiritual power to probe the sword spirit within the sword. The sword spirit was small and curled up in a ball, as if it had suffered some serious injury, with a small ball of light flickering on and off.

Upon seeing this, Jing Shu used his spiritual power to cut his palm, and blood flowed from the wound, dripping onto the sword.

The blood did not drip from the sword. The Snow Condensation Sword glowed slightly and actually absorbed Jing Shu's blood.

"What are you doing?!" Jing Ran snatched the Snow Condensation Sword and put it back into her sea of ​​consciousness, while tightly gripping Jing Shu's cut hand with her other hand.

Jing Ran looked at Jing Shu, her anger deepening. "Heal your own wounds."

Jing Shu was about to speak when Jing Ran interrupted him.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Jing Shu opened his mouth, then closed it again. A flash of spiritual energy passed through his hand, and the wound healed, began to scab over, and quickly disappeared.

"Ah Ran." Jing Shu stretched out his hand, which had fully recovered, to Jing Ran with a pitiful expression.

"Look, it's all healed now. Don't be angry, Aran. My blood is very nourishing. Using it to nourish the spirit sword will help it heal even faster."

Seeing that Jing Ran ignored him, Jing Shu leaned half his body on the low table, gently tugged at Jing Ran's sleeve, and whispered, "It's alright, it's just a little blood."

The nascent soul clicked its tongue inside the ancient jade. This coquettish manner must have been learned from Xiao Jing Shu!

Hearing Jing Shu speak so humbly, Jing Ran sighed slightly, grasped Jing Shu's hand that was still clutching his clothes, looked at his palm which had returned to normal, and said earnestly.

"Jingshu, I don't want to see you get hurt. Even if it's fake, even if you did it on purpose, I don't want to see it."

"Don't get hurt, understand?" Jingran said, looking up at Jingshu.

I don't know what Jing Shu was like before he lost his memory, but judging from the past few days we've spent together, Jing Shu doesn't care about me at all.

Whether it was obtaining information from that evil cultivator, his suggestion to use himself as bait to lure out the evil cultivator, or his current unhesitating act of bleeding himself to nourish his sword, Jing Shu maintained a nonchalant attitude towards himself—as long as he didn't die, he could be quite carefree.

“Okay.” Jing Shu agreed very quickly.

"You agreed so quickly, are you trying to trick me?" Jing Ran narrowed his eyes, his gaze dangerous.

"However, since you promised me, if I find you injured again in the future, I will punish you. This punishment will be etched in your memory."

Although Jing Ran still asked Jing Shu to call him "A Ran", he had unconsciously begun to display the authority of a master.

Jing Shu and the two figures inside the ancient jade trembled simultaneously, realizing that their master was not joking.

Then, Jing Shu obediently said, "Okay, Aran, I will definitely remember!"

Jingran then let go of Jingshu's hand and let Jingshu sit back down. He had been slumped over the low table and was quite tired.

"Don't rush the matter of the sword spirit. Next, we'll find something that can repair it. We don't need to use your blood. Also, regarding the use of your blood, don't tell anyone," Jing Ran instructed.

“I understand. I will only tell Aran about this, and only Aran knows,” Jing Shu said without hesitation.

Jing Ran slightly curled the corners of her lips, seemingly quite satisfied with Jing Shu's answer.

"The matter here has been resolved. Let's go back to the sect tomorrow. As for the sword spirit, I'll ask Senior Brother or Sect Master. They're sure they have something to repair it." Jing Shu reassured his master and got down to business.

"Okay." Jing Ran nodded slightly; this was the only option at the moment.

"Aran, how long has it been since you lost your memory?" Jing Shu suddenly asked.

Jingran pondered for a moment, "It should have been two years."

Two years? Jing Shu suddenly remembered the spiritual message Meng'er had sent him earlier: two years ago, the divine artifact appeared in the world...

Jing Shu lowered his eyes slightly, keeping the matter in mind.

Having finished explaining the matter, Jingran couldn't help but yawn.

"It's getting late. Let's talk about everything tomorrow. I'm going back to rest now."

Upon hearing this, Jing Shu removed the barrier and then, following Jing Ran, escorted him to the door of his own room. "Aran, goodnight."

"OK, good night."

As the room door closed, Jing Shu's lips curled into a slight smile.

His master's anger stemmed from his concern for him, and he still worried about him just as he had after Jing Shu became his disciple. But now, his master had lost his previous memories and hadn't fully embraced the role of his master. Could it be that his master had already developed feelings for him? Jing Shu wondered to himself.

Nascent Soul silently rolled his eyes. Master already knew that Jing Shu liked Master, although it was he who told Master.

Master once told Nascent Soul that he didn't know if he had feelings for him. Now it seems, how could he not? Even though Master had lost his memory, he still liked him.

But why did he tell Jing Shu? A cold smile crept onto Yuan Ying's lips. Since he was the one who started the differential treatment, let him guess!

Judging from Master's appearance, he will not express his feelings to Jing Shu until he regains his memories.

Jing Shu deliberately revealed his master's identity upon discovering the loss of his master's divine consciousness, which was indeed the right thing to do. However, this also shows that his master is his master, not just an ordinary friend.

Jing Shu hadn't quite grasped the right balance. He wanted to stay close to his master, but he didn't want his master to discover his feelings, which is why he suddenly became distant from his master. He kept a distance while walking, and he kept addressing his master with "you" (a respectful form of address).

Master naturally noticed Jing Shu's distance and took the initiative to have Jing Shu continue calling him A Ran, hoping to restore their previous relationship. Without revealing his feelings, he wanted to prevent Jing Shu from distancing himself. How could Master be so adorable!

The Nascent Soul cultivator knew more than Jing Shu, and since he wasn't receiving such care from his master from a first-person perspective, he wouldn't be as excited as Jing Shu. Therefore, he figured it out.

As for Xiao Jingshu beside him? It's alright, he's not smart enough to figure it out.