“How about it? Tell me.”
“From now on, every night when Master sleeps, summon Xue’er out, hold her in your arms, and sleep while embracing me. Then every morning when you get up, feed a few drops of Master’s freshest morning blood to Xue’er’s blade… In this way, Xue’er will be willing to make a concession and let Master step on Xue’er’s body, not minding that Master’s shoes are dirty!”
“Sounds like some kind of demonic deal.”
‘Holding it while sleeping is fine, but dripping blood to feed it…’
‘Isn’t this a bit scary? What if the sword spirit turns on its master one day?’
“Master, how can you think of Xue’er like that! Do I look like that kind of evil sword? What bad intentions could little Xue’er have~”
“Given your previous dangerous remarks, your intentions are unclear, very much so.”
“That’s too much, ya~ Xue’er has never thought of harming Master! Xue’er swears by her own sword soul to the Heavenly Dao!”
At some point, Can Xue’s tone turned serious.
He Qiu had summoned her many times before, but this was the first time he saw her like this.
Usually, she was either acting cute or making dangerous remarks.
After a brief hesitation, He Qiu summed it up: “Alright, for now, behave yourself. Let me learn Sword Flight from Senior Sister first. As for the conditions you mentioned, I’ll think about it tonight before deciding whether to agree.”
“Yay~!”
Can Xue agreed instantly without any hesitation, as if she had never minded being stepped on by He Qiu in the first place.
Her earlier reluctance vanished completely.
“It’s a deal then, Master!”
“Mm…”
For a moment, He Qiu was at a loss.
He felt that if he had been a bit more forceful or had threatened Can Xue, she would have given in quickly.
‘Could it be that Can Xue was faking her reluctance?’
‘Forget it.’
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He wasn’t unreasonable.
Since the sword spirit had shown unwillingness, he couldn’t bear to force her to serve him—it would go against his conscience.
Opening his eyes, his consciousness returned from the Spirit Realm.
He Qiu looked back at his Senior Sister An Lingran, whose expression was full of concern.
“I’ve negotiated. Xue’er said she doesn’t mind.”
“……?”
To be honest, He Qiu’s answer far exceeded An Lingran’s expectations.
She still vividly remembered the day at the Martial Arts Arena when He Qiu’s forged sword spirit, Can Xue, first appeared. Its terrifying and dangerous Sword Intent had shrouded the entire arena.
She never thought that evil spirit would be so easy to deal with.
Yet reality showed that He Qiu said his sword spirit didn’t mind being stepped on, willing to be ridden like a horse by a human…
“Junior Brother, are you serious?”
Just to be safe, An Lingran asked again.
Evil spirits were not to be trifled with.
It was better to double-check when it came to her junior brother’s safety.
He Qiu nodded.
“Serious. I’ve already talked to Xue’er… In fact, she seems a bit excited and can’t wait.”
“Huh?”
An Lingran was stunned again.
Her junior brother said his sword spirit was now excited and couldn’t wait to be stepped on?
Was there really such an obedient evil spirit in this world?
But on second thought, she didn’t find it too absurd.
After all, He Qiu had been in full control of his evil spirit at the Martial Arts Arena, with no signs of rampage.
Given her junior brother’s profound cultivation and noble character, it wasn’t surprising that the evil spirit willingly submitted.
It was reasonable yet unexpected.
No wonder she admired Junior Brother He Qiu—he always exceeded ordinary imagination.
As An Lingran mused, He Qiu summoned his sword spirit Can Xue from his palm and gripped it firmly.
The dark purple and blue material of the sword spirit refracted shimmering light under the sun.
“It’s really beautiful…”
Observing up close, An Lingran couldn’t help but exclaim.
Her junior brother’s first forged sword spirit was not only an evil-rooted spirit but also of high quality.
Although it still fell short of her own Ice Sword spirit, for a beginner, this was absolutely top-tier.
“It’s called Can Xue, right?”
“Mm.”
“Alright, since Can Xue doesn’t mind, your senior sister will now teach you how to perform Sword Flight, along with some tips and precautions. Be careful, and let’s take it slow…”
An Lingran summoned her own sword and began patiently demonstrating.
After a few rounds of explanation, it was He Qiu’s turn to try.
The cold sword was drawn, floating calmly in midair.
Several Spirit Runes vibrated, as if signaling He Qiu to jump on quickly.
Taking a few deep breaths, He Qiu mustered his courage and jumped on.
He trusted his own Can Xue more than anyone else’s sword.
The psychological shadow from Luo Qianning’s scare earlier had faded, replaced by growing confidence thanks to An Lingran and Can Xue’s stable attempts.
“Good. Now try channeling your Spiritual Energy into your feet, then connect your spiritual sense with the sword spirit and make it accelerate…”
As An Lingran explained, she stepped onto her own Flying Sword with her hands behind her back and slowly moved forward to demonstrate.
But before she could finish her sentence, the young man beside her raised an eyebrow and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Instantly, an uneasy premonition rose in An Lingran’s heart—
BOOM!!!
“?”
Before An Lingran could reach out to stop him, Can Xue under He Qiu’s feet erupted with Spiritual Energy.
Like a sports car engine revving, it stirred up a trail of Spirit Rune exhaust spanning dozens of meters in radius.
Then, with a loud boom, the young man shot into the sky on his sword.
…?
Where was her fine junior brother?
An Lingran was dumbfounded.
What just happened?
That bizarre sword spirit Can Xue had only taken a few seconds to charge, and then it rocketed straight into the sky.
What terrifying speed was that?
Even the Sky Sword Immortals wouldn’t dare play like this!
Without a second thought, An Lingran hurriedly mounted her Ice Sword and chased after him.
If she let her fiancé-turned-junior-brother fall to his death while teaching Sword Flight, she really wouldn’t have the face to live on…
—
An Lingran’s anxious shouts naturally fell on deaf ears.
Midair, the young man stood calmly, feet on his divine sword, hands behind his back, exuding the bearing of a sword immortal.
However, if the camera angle were turned around, one would notice that he was flying crookedly.
He was almost floating horizontally against gravity, with the Ice Sword beneath him shooting up at a vertical angle.
It was absurd that he hadn’t fallen off—so absurd that Newton’s coffin lid couldn’t hold.
In truth, He Qiu himself found it ridiculous.
If not for Can Xue using Spiritual Energy to keep him attached, he would have been flung off by the terrifying recoil long ago…
As for why he could stand calmly with his hands behind his back despite the speed?
Just kidding—he was initially scared, but then he realized that panicking was useless, so he simply gave up.
He knew it!
That Can Xue was unreliable.
Her pretending to be obedient and well-behaved was definitely a trick!
“Damn it, Can Xue, you set me up!”
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