In fact, Luo Xing was playing at an entirely different level with this move.
Luo Xing had saved Shen Jinge’s life, so she owed him a life-saving debt. Yet Luo Xing was going to give her a divine sword.
It sounded somewhat absurd, but in reality…
It was indeed very absurd.
If word got out, from then on, whenever Luo Xing went out, there would be people everywhere waiting for him to save them.
But Luo Xing’s actual intention was not Shen Jinge’s repayment, but Wen Zhuo.
Luo Xing’s greatest threat currently did not come from the outside, but from someone close to him—namely, Ye Li, who might be turning dark.
She was his biggest life threat right now…
Not death, but a fate worse than death…
Although Shen Jinge had already promised Luo Xing that if he ever truly encountered danger, she would step in to save him, and if necessary, she would even bring Wen Zhuo along.
But based on his current understanding of Shen Jinge, she would most likely not involve Wen Zhuo and would instead risk her own life to save him.
That was not what he wanted to see…
It was like in a game, where you’re supposed to bring the main carry, but you come alone instead and end up giving the enemy a double kill.
So, Luo Xing planned to add another layer of insurance.
The so-called karma he spoke of was complete nonsense.
He was simply finding a suitable excuse to latch onto Wen Zhuo’s coattails.
Of course, he knew that Wen Zhuo would, more or less, come to save him for Shen Jinge’s sake, but to be safe, Luo Xing still planned to add another layer of insurance—namely, the Shu Han Sword.
“Martial Flame Immortal, no need to be surprised.” Luo Xing waved his hand and laughed. “I know you’re wondering why, after I saved Fellow Immortal Shen, I would also give her a divine sword.”
“Shouldn’t I be puzzled?” Wen Zhuo looked Luo Xing up and down with a strange expression. “What exactly are you thinking?”
‘Could it be that he specifically found an excuse to give Jinge a sword?’
‘Does this kid have feelings for Jinge?’
‘Then why not just be straightforward and become dao companions?’
‘Why go through all this trouble…’
“Let’s keep things separate. Fellow Immortal Shen wants to repay a debt of gratitude, that’s one thing. But my compensation is another.” Luo Xing shook his head slightly. “Fellow Immortal Shen said that if she didn’t repay this life-saving debt, it would disturb her state of mind and affect her cultivation. But on second thought, if Fellow Immortal Shen truly had her cultivation affected because of me, wouldn’t I also be disturbed by that?”
After listening to Luo Xing’s explanation, Wen Zhuo frowned in thought and remained silent for a long time.
To be honest, she still hadn’t figured out Luo Xing’s intentions.
But…
The Shu Han Sword…
Shen Jinge was a sword cultivator, and so was she, so naturally she knew about this divine sword ranked seventh.
Moreover, although the sword was ranked seventh, its non-killing, unassuming sword intent was highly compatible with Shen Jinge’s sword intent, making it very suitable as Shen Jinge’s natal spirit sword.
As a sword cultivator, having a natal spirit sword is necessary to achieve greater accomplishments on the path of cultivation.
After all, not every sword cultivator was a “tyrant sword” like that freak Ye Li.
Her natal spirit sword, Li Yan, though not among the ten divine swords, was still a rare top-grade spiritual artifact.
If Shen Jinge truly ended up with a flawed state of mind due to this matter, hindering her cultivation, then the Shu Han Sword could indeed compensate for that deficiency, and perhaps even more than compensate.
Thinking this, Wen Zhuo couldn’t help but size up Luo Xing again.
‘Could what that old man from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion said be true?’
‘Her disciple’s opportunity really was at the Extreme Ice Ridge?’
‘After all, if she hadn’t gone to the Extreme Ice Ridge that day, she wouldn’t have met Luo Xing.’
‘If she hadn’t met Luo Xing, then…’
“Martial Flame Immortal, what do you think?” Luo Xing asked tentatively.
Wen Zhuo thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Kid, how about you reconsider? Become my disciple’s dao companion?”
Needless to say, his ability to make Shen Jinge so obedient was enough to tempt her.
“Immortal, please don’t joke…” Luo Xing laughed awkwardly. “Didn’t we already agree on this?”
“You’re being a bit rude…” Wen Zhuo smiled charmingly and patted Luo Xing’s shoulder. “Pfft… I’m just messing with you.”
“Alright, since you insist, I won’t refuse. Consider it a favor from me. If you ever get into trouble in the future, I’ll be the first to arrive.”
She didn’t ask whether Luo Xing actually had the Shu Han Sword, nor did she ask where it came from.
After all, since he dared to say it, whether it was true or false, he would have to bear the consequences himself.
Moreover, even if he was talking nonsense, she, Wen Zhuo, would still come out ahead.
If Luo Xing had the Shu Han Sword and was willing to give it to Shen Jinge, then Wen Zhuo would profit.
If he didn’t have the Shu Han Sword, then not only would he lose face, but he would also disgrace his master Ye Li, and Wen Zhuo would still profit.
“Then thank you, Immortal.” Luo Xing nodded with a smile, cupped his hands in salute, and inwardly rejoiced.
‘He finally managed to latch onto Wen Zhuo’s coattails!’
It seemed like he was at a loss, but in reality, he had gained.
Although for some unknown reason, Ye Li didn’t allow him to use the Shu Han Sword, Luo Xing didn’t mind much, since he might not even be compatible with it anyway.
And as someone who had transmigrated into a novel, he would at least know the locations of some divine artifacts.
For one thing, he currently knew the whereabouts of at least three divine swords, not including the Shu Han Sword.
Besides, whether Shen Jinge would actually have cultivation problems because of this in the future was still uncertain.
If no problems arose, then he wouldn’t have to give the sword.
If problems did arise, he would only lose something he couldn’t use anyway.
And Shen Jinge’s character wouldn’t allow her to lie, so Luo Xing didn’t have to worry about her faking it to get the sword.
So either way, he wouldn’t lose.
And not losing…
That meant gaining!
The two exchanged smiles, each with their own calculations.
‘Wen Zhuo: “Heh, with Ye Li protecting him, what trouble could this kid have?”‘
‘Luo Xing: “Solid! If Ye Li really turns dark in the future, at least I can ask her to save me!”‘
After everything was settled, Wen Zhuo and Shen Jinge left.
And Luo Xing finally got his wish and latched onto Wen Zhuo’s coattails.
If Ye Li turns dark in the future…
“You said you were going to give the Shu Han Sword to her?”
After watching the two women leave, Ye Li suddenly appeared behind Luo Xing and spoke coldly.
“You’re quite generous.”
Luo Xing said, “…”
“Master, this habit of suddenly appearing behind me really needs to change…”
He had long understood that the isolation barrier he set up as a Golden Core Stage cultivator couldn’t block the spiritual sense probing of Ye Li, a Mahayana Stage cultivator.
“Are you giving the sword because you truly don’t want to owe her karma?” Ye Li asked with downcast eyes and an indifferent tone.
“Yes.” Luo Xing nodded. “After all… I don’t want to owe anyone anything because of this.”
This was indeed the truth.
Both before and after transmigrating, he had never liked owing others anything, nor did he like others owing him.
For example, before transmigrating, a bastard named Zhang Kun owed him a few thousand yuan…
Hearing Luo Xing’s answer, the scrutiny on Ye Li’s face lessened.
“For now, setting aside the fact that I have the Shu Han Sword, Master wants to ask you first: are you truly willing to give away that Shu Han Sword?”
Luo Xing said, “…”
“Even if I’m unwilling, what can I do? You won’t let me use it, and I don’t know why…”
“Of course I’m willing.” Luo Xing shook his head and smiled. “After all, I have the Liuguang you gave me, Master.”
After all, the Liuguang was the only thing he had that was presentable right now…
At Luo Xing’s words, a flicker passed through Ye Li’s cold gaze.
‘He said…’
‘He said… that having the Liuguang was enough…’
‘So… he himself also felt that even the ten divine swords couldn’t compare to the sword she gave him…’
‘That is to say… he only needed her as his master…’
Thinking this, a faint, barely noticeable curve lifted the corner of Ye Li’s lips.
It was a smile.
A satisfied smile.