After He Qiu landed safely, An Lingran did not immediately dispel her Spirit Art.
Instead, she looked up slightly, her eyes flickering as if locking onto and searching for some target.
In an instant, the young girl raised her hand again, mobilizing powerful Spiritual Energy to strike upward.
Whoosh!
High in the distance, a dark purple Sword Spirit flying at high speed was covered in frost.
Its blade trembled, emitting a mournful hum, slowing down more and more until it finally became immobile and plummeted downward.
“Come.”
An Lingran’s tone was cold.
With one hand, she grabbed the out-of-control Sword Spirit Can Xue and pulled it back.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The Ice Sword spun at high speed, finally slicing through the air past An Lingran’s face with a loud crash before plunging upside down into the ground.
“You still wanted to pierce me?”
The silver-haired girl narrowed her cold eyes, her vigilance toward Can Xue rising another level.
Through her recent communication with Luo Xue, An Lingran learned that all of this was the doing of He Qiu’s Sword Spirit, Can Xue.
Not only had she first taken her Junior Disciple straight up into the clouds, but she had even been able to invade Luo Xue’s Spirit Consciousness, cutting off An Lingran’s control over the Sword Spirit and nearly causing the latter to fall from the sky.
As expected of a high-quality evil spirit, its nature was so malicious…
“Can Xue, why did you harm my Junior Disciple?”
On the Mental Channel, An Lingran questioned coldly, holding the Ice Sword tightly, suppressing Can Xue completely at every moment.
In response, although Can Xue was no match in strength for the Primordial Saintess of the Spirit Realm Seventh Stage, she was not at all willing to admit defeat in spirit.
“Ha, it’s true I harmed you, but when did I ever harm my master?”
“Then what explanation do you have for taking my Junior Disciple straight into the clouds?”
“I took my master flying in the sky to have some fun. What business is it of yours?”
“Then why did you harm me?”
“One, you have big breasts and a good figure. Two, you covet my master’s body, so I don’t like you.”
“…”
After the conversation, An Lingran was speechless.
She furrowed her delicate brows, staring intently at the suppressed Sword Spirit Can Xue, unable to say a word.
To be honest, it was the first time she had encountered a Sword Spirit with such a personality.
Even among evil spirits, it was a rare and strange character.
This Can Xue—if she said her nature was malicious, it didn’t seem quite like that.
She didn’t seem to be intentional either, as if she had some unspeakable difficulty.
But if it was a misunderstanding, Can Xue had indeed nearly harmed An Lingran and He Qiu.
Most importantly, Can Xue seemed to have unusual feelings for her master.
As a Sword Spirit, she actually said words like An Lingran had big breasts and coveted her master’s body, so she didn’t like An Lingran.
This was clearly the worldview of a human, not like a Sword Spirit.
After some hesitation, An Lingran maintained her suppression for the time being and lightly approached the Ice Sword that had been thrust into the ground.
Behind her, He Qiu looked bewildered but still offered a reminder:
“Senior Sister, be careful. That child Can Xue has a bit of a strange personality…”
“Mm, I know.”
An Lingran nodded and reached out to grasp the hilt of Can Xue.
Instantly, a terrifying Sword Cold surged into her body through her slender fingers.
An Lingran stood frozen on the spot, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
“My Junior Disciple, how much Spiritual Energy did he give you just now?”
“Hehe, you guess~”
Can Xue watched An Lingran, who had been frightened by the Sword Cold, and grinned mischievously.
She had just deliberately released all the Spiritual Energy He Qiu had given her, finally scaring An Lingran and successfully avenging her earlier suppression.
For a moment, the silver-haired girl released Can Xue’s hilt, but then realized that her arm had already shown many dark purple sword scars, like marks from a severe poison, unable to be healed by her skin…
These sword scars seemed to ruin her beauty, but An Lingran did not dislike them, because she could feel that her right arm now possessed infinite power.
She could digest the Sword Cold that Can Xue had just infused, but the Sword Cold was vast, and her body couldn’t digest it all at once, so it left twisted dark purple sword scars on the skin of her arm.
“All of this is the Spiritual Energy my Junior Disciple provided you?”
An Lingran pressed her right arm, which was being eroded by the Sword Cold, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
She suddenly felt a stifling sensation in her chest, urgently wanting to swing her sword to vent, and she could even more clearly smell the alluring fragrance from He Qiu’s body, unable to resist wanting to possess him.
Suddenly, she seemed to understand Can Xue’s feelings.
It was very likely that Can Xue’s rampage just now was due to the special nature of He Qiu’s Spiritual Energy…
“So, can you handle my master’s Spiritual Energy?”
On the Mental Channel, Can Xue turned the tables and asked An Lingran provocatively.
“Impressive…”
“Hehe, good that you know. Be more respectful to this Sword Spirit from now on! And don’t seduce my master for no reason. My master is a man you’re not worthy of!”
After a short silence, An Lingran opened her beautiful eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly, as if having an epiphany.
“Thank you for the guidance, Can Xue. I already understand what’s going on.”
“Huh? What guidance did I give you?”
This time, it was Can Xue who was stunned.
She had only given An Lingran a bit of Sword Cold backlash to make her suffer a little, right?
How does she understand?
“Wait, what did you understand?”
“Understand is understand. Next time, I’ll remind my Junior Disciple to be careful.”
An Lingran gave a mysterious cold smile, pulled down her sleeve to cover the undigested dark purple sword scars on her right arm, then let out a relieved long sigh and released her suppression on the Sword Spirit Can Xue.
“Wait, don’t go! What did you just say you’d remind master about?”
“You guess.”
An Lingran smiled back over her shoulder, then turned and walked away, leaving the Ice Sword Can Xue stuck upside down in the ground, left in the wind, bewildered and helpless.
“Hey!! Don’t go! What exactly are you going to tell my master?”
Instantly, a sense of foreboding enveloped her heart.
Can Xue felt that she might have accidentally messed up.
She really didn’t know what this Saintess An Lingran had understood.
Just now, because she had been suppressed by An Lingran and felt a strong desire for revenge, she used Sword Cold to backlash An Lingran, leaving twisted scars that were hard to remove on the latter’s arm…
Shouldn’t Can Xue’s actions have made An Lingran furious?
Women love beauty by nature.
Having scars left on the body for no reason should make them panic and lose composure, right?
But just now, this Saintess An Lingran wasn’t angry at all.
Instead, she carefully and seriously touched the sword scars, then put on an expression of epiphany.
She wasn’t at all annoyed by the scars left on her arm, let alone the furious outburst that Can Xue had planned.
Could it be…
Could that woman have seen through my origins just from that tiny bit of backlash Sword Cold?
Impossible.
In this Spirit Cultivation Realm, no more than ten people know me.
How could a mere Primordial Saintess possibly…
Damn it, what did she understand about me!?
Deep in the Spirit Realm, a black-haired, red-eyed girl stared anxiously with cold eyes.
She sat high on a bone throne in the void, and at her feet, casually thrown on the ground, a jet-black scythe became increasingly glaring.
“If master, because of that woman’s slanderous guidance, chooses to abandon and hate Xue’er…”
This time, Can Xue was truly panicking.
She absolutely could not be hated by He Qiu.
If that happened, she would be so sad she’d cry, and in the end…
She would break, just like in her previous life.