“Snowy, remember to fly a bit slower…”
Back when he first tried flying, He Qiu had instructed Can Xue via spiritual sense like that.
Then Can Xue replied very seriously:
“Master, rest assured! Snowy is a veteran driver, steady as hell~”
“Is that so? That’s great…”
As a result, He Qiu, with a half-believing, half-doubting mindset, tried to infuse spiritual energy into Can Xue’s blade.
The next second, he was carried off by her, his speed comparable to a rocket in his previous life.
“Damn it, Can Xue, you tricked me!?”
He Qiu was almost scared silly.
The flying sword under his feet was completely out of control.
He was nearly rushing into the atmosphere, on the verge of flying out of the solar system.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have a dream of becoming an astronaut, and his grandmother wouldn’t give him his favorite big slaps either.
“Heehee~ This isn’t Snowy’s fault! Master’s spiritual energy is just too amazing~”
“Snowy has been filled to the brim by Master! Now I’m full of energy, really can’t stop! If you don’t believe me, Snowy can go even faster!”
Can Xue’s mental state was a bit abnormal, as if she were drunk—psycho high to the extreme.
He Qiu wanted to cry but had no tears.
“Master, look! Isn’t Snowy’s sword skill steady as hell? I didn’t lie to you! Master, watch Can Xue perform an aerial 360-degree drift for you~ Heehee~”
Can Xue excitedly made several sharp turns in the clouds, like a dragon swishing its tail, at home in the water, having a great time.
Indeed, Can Xue flew very steadily.
He Qiu was completely inverted 180 degrees several times, yet he still didn’t fall off.
Steady it was, but the speed was a tiny bit too fast.
Occasionally she would perform a Thomas spin spiral—a real stunt…
Once again on a pirate ship, the white-robed youth on the sword had a bitter expression, as if recalling the fear of being dominated by Little Senior Sister Luo Qianning.
He was so scared he didn’t dare take a deep breath.
If he fell from this height, before even being shattered to pieces, he would already be cremated by the heat from air friction.
When he hit the ground, there wouldn’t even be a box left—just ashes, the end, throw confetti all the way.
He Qiu gave up, didn’t dare to speak.
Now he just waited for Can Xue to have enough fun so he could go home and rest.
Why practice sword flight?
He only infused a tiny bit of spiritual energy into Can Xue, so why did it go so fast?
Was He Qiu’s spiritual energy some kind of high-concentration stimulant?
He Qiu swore he would never learn sword flight again in this life.
This basic skill of sword cultivators was not something a newly initiated junior brother like him could master.
Better not learn it.
“He Qiu!”
Just when the youth was utterly despairing, a voice came from behind—the anxious shout of Senior Sister An Lingran.
He Qiu pretended to be calm and turned his head to see a silver-haired woman stepping on an ice sword, constantly chasing after him.
It seemed their speeds were about to become parallel.
“Junior Brother, are you okay?”
An Lingran maintained the same speed as Can Xue and asked He Qiu with concern.
Actually, she was quite worried at first, but seeing the youth standing with his hands behind his back, looking like an immortal little sword immortal, she began to doubt if she was overthinking.
Because He Qiu didn’t look anxious at all…
Could it be that Junior Brother was exceptionally talented?
On his first try, he easily controlled the sword spirit Can Xue, even maintaining such high-speed flight while standing with his hands behind his back.
Is my little junior brother really this amazing?
In response to Senior Sister’s concern, He Qiu was silent for a long time before finally speaking:
“There is a problem, but not completely.”
“Huh?”
“Senior Sister, I’m having a little situation right now.”
“What do you mean? Are you unable to control Can Xue?”
An Lingran pressed on, because this was a matter concerning Junior Brother’s safety, not to be taken lightly.
But just as He Qiu was about to nod in confirmation, the ice sword under An Lingran’s feet began to act strangely.
The ice-blue blade suddenly shuddered violently, as if the sword spirit had been startled and was trembling badly.
This time, it wasn’t He Qiu in danger.
An Lingran lost her balance, her pretty face turning pale.
She suddenly realized that at this moment of full-speed flight, Junior Brother’s sword spirit was being controlled skillfully, but her own sword spirit had, in an instant, slipped out of control and began to go berserk…
“Senior Sister, be careful!”
*
Somewhere in the Spirit Realm,
A mysterious girl with black hair and red eyes, her body surrounded by black mist, stood tall.
Her gaze flickered with an eerie red light, and the smile on her lips was uncontrollable.
The madness in her heart could barely be restrained, and the terrifying sword chill emanating from her seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.
Before her stood a little girl with ice-blue short hair, trembling as she looked at the black-haired girl.
The girl blinked her scarlet red eyes and curled her lips into a playful, sinister smile:
“Hello there? Little cutie, I’m Can Xue. What’s your name ya~”
“Luo Xue…”
The blue-haired girl’s voice was very weak.
She was afraid, afraid of the dangerous sword chill on Can Xue, as if approaching rashly would cut her in half.
Moreover, Luo Xue felt that the black-haired girl in front of her was mentally unstable, as if she had been injected with some stimulant, full of energy but with nowhere to release it.
“Very good, Luo Xue, little cutie~”
The black-haired, red-eyed sword spirit Can Xue smiled slightly, suppressing the madness in her eyes, and said calmly, “I now order you to take your big-chested mistress and quickly leave my master’s side. Do you hear me?”
As she spoke, the black-haired girl curled her fingers, making an “aww~” dragon roar gesture to scare the fragile blue-haired girl.
Although she looked cute, fierce but adorable, and even with a malicious expression wasn’t scary at all, the evil chill emanating from Can Xue’s body thoroughly frightened Luo Xue.
Can Xue was a sword spirit of evil roots, naturally ferocious. Ordinary sword spirits didn’t dare provoke her, even An Lingran’s sword spirit, Luo Xue.
“But I can’t disobey my master…”
At first, Luo Xue resisted Can Xue’s order.
But before she could finish, a pitch-black scythe blade was suddenly placed against her neck with a swish.
The black-haired girl in front of her no longer had any smile or patience.
Her red eyes were dark and hollow as if broken.
“Luo Xue-chan, do you know? I’ve just received my master’s supreme blessing. My entire body is filled with sword chill spiritual energy that I can’t vent. I’m desperately craving bloodshed~”
“I finally found an opportunity to take my master to a secluded place for some alone time, but at this very moment, you, this unruly sword spirit, had to bring that big-chested woman along, disturbing my master’s and my private time…”
As she spoke, Can Xue brought her red eyes close to Luo Xue’s face, her gaze cold and full of threat, whispering in the latter’s ear: “Hey, tell me, are you trying to offer yourself up for me to chop, to vent my fire, because you see I’m a bit excited right now?”
“D-don’t be impulsive…”
“Luo Xue-chan, while I still have my sanity, I hope you’ll be wise and not bite the hand that feeds.”
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