The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Watching Rong Jizhi's figure disappear in the sect's barrier, Chao Zhao sighed, then turned around and returned to Ji Wushe's hall.

"Master, I'm back."

Chao Zhao's weak voice attracted Ji Wushe's attention.

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you discouraged already?"

"Master, don't you think the two of us are like an old man and a child left behind?"

Chao Zhao complained helplessly.

The eldest and third senior brothers have both left, and the second senior brother has been outside for some time, and no one knows what he is doing. He rarely returns to Xianyu Sect.

All in all, in such a huge Xianyu Sect, Chao Zhao has to face her master's face every day, and she is already tired of it.

"...Don't talk nonsense."

Ji Wushe's mouth twitched.

"Instead of having time to daydream, you might as well practice swordplay. You've been busy repairing the sect these days. What level has Zhao Zhao Xihe reached in his cultivation?"

"...the third floor."

He stuck out his tongue guiltily at Zhao, then summoned his natal sword, Broken, and said, "I'll go practice swordplay now!"

Just as Chao Zhao turned around and was about to leave the hall, a mean voice suddenly sounded, "How dare you, a swordsman who has lost his sword heart, urge the Lord?"

"--who?!"

Chao Zhao and Ji Wushe were stunned at the same time, and they subconsciously looked at the black sword in Chao Zhao's hand.

The black sword did not move, and there was no breath flowing on the sword, but Chao Zhao was sure that it was it that spoke just now.

What made her unbelievable was that this voice was exactly the same as the voice of the system in her mind.

They both had such tender and youthful voices, but the sword spirit's tone was obviously more mean and sarcastic than the system's.

Ji Wushe was silent for a moment: "...Your rags are mocking me?"

Although it had been confirmed by Chao Zhao before that this sword not only produced a sword spirit but also awakened, it had never spoken before.

I didn't expect that the first time I spoke was to mock him.

Chao Zhao wanted to explain about her natal sword, but before she could say anything, Po Lan couldn't wait to admit it.

"Yes, I am mocking you."

"It's hard for your sword to stay with you and live a miserable life even after you lost your sword heart."

The sword spirit of the natal sword exists by absorbing the sword intent of its master.

After Ji Wushe's sword heart was broken, the sword spirit of the Snow Sword still existed, but as he became more and more depressed, the sword spirit's existence became dimmer and dimmer.

Ji Wushe stood up from the beauty bed and took a step forward.

"Where did such an arrogant sword spirit come from?"

A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from him, and he accurately passed over Chao Zhao and pointed directly at the natal sword in her hand.

Chao Zhao was also shocked.

Why can rags so easily arouse the Master’s anger?

"Master, calm down, it's just a piece of junk!"

The black sword moved with a sound and automatically left Chao Zhao's palm.

In its servile tone, it did not forget to express its loyalty: "Don't worry, sir, I will go and get you a chance to be lazy!"

"........."

Chao Zhao wished he could stop it immediately and throw it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

But Ji Wushe had already grasped the hilt of the black sword, and it was too late for Chao Zhao to stop her.

So she closed her eyes resigned to her fate: "Master, please teach it a lesson, just leave its body intact."

However, when Ji Wushe grasped the hilt of the black sword, he suddenly fell into a mysterious state.

His heart was greatly shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to capture this feeling, so he injected his spiritual power into it.

In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rushed in from outside the wide hallway, causing the bead curtains and windows to creak violently.

Ice-blue spiritual energy surged, and frost and snow were produced rapidly. Fine pieces of ice condensed on the thick stone pillars, the ground, and even the tables, chairs, and couches in the hall.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to below zero in just a few breaths.

Zhao Zhao felt the violent and terrifying power lurking in the room and couldn't help but murmur, "So strong..."

This violent sword intent was like dancing frost and snow, and when the sharp spikes of ice brushed past the face, the whole face was frozen.

Is this the true strength of the Sword Master?

He just gently activated some spiritual power, and the majestic frost and snow sword intent suppressed this space, and time seemed to stop.

‘Shua——’

Ji Wushe rotated the hilt of the sword. The black sword in his hand seemed to understand his intentions and came out of the hall with him.

Chao Zhao hurriedly followed.

When she saw that outside the hall, the mountains radiating from the mountain where Ji Wushe's cave was located were all covered with frost and snow, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I rely on-"

It only took a few breaths to control the area and change the climate.

Snow was still falling from the sky.

In just a moment, Xianyu Sect was covered with a vast expanse of white snow, and even many tree branches and the cliffs of the mountain were frozen into sharp ice spikes.

Ji Wushe stood in mid-air, his expression neither sad nor happy, as if there were thousands of sword shadows behind him. In this huge icy world, he could control every move here.

Seeing this scene, Chao Zhao's heart was filled with excitement.

It was as if through Ji Wushe at this moment, he saw the sword master who once looked down upon the world of immortal cultivation and was frivolous all his life.

Ji Wushe was completely immersed in that mysterious state, and thus ignored the situation in the outside world.

He vaguely saw a door standing not far away. He tried hard to chase it, but was always a certain distance away from it.

Even though he was exhausted, he still couldn't get any closer to the door, always just a few steps away.

In the dark, there was a voice questioning him - are you willing to stop here?

Of course he was unwilling to do so.

Ever since he started practicing kendo, there has been no satisfaction or stopping in his life.

He had cultivated for a thousand years to the point of perfection in transcending tribulation, and was only one step away from becoming a sword saint who could ascend to heaven. Moreover, after his sword heart was broken and his cultivation level fell to the level of foundation building, he returned to the level of a sword saint transcending tribulation.

——How could the only sword master in the world of immortal cultivation stop?

Chao Zhao, who was standing outside the hall waiting, suddenly became keenly aware of the pressure that had suddenly become a hundred times heavier.

"What......"

There was a flash of horror in her eyes.

Wasn't that her master's true strength just now?

'Om—'

The Snowfall Sword that was buried deep in Ji Wushe's sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly unsheathed. The pure white sword body trembled and made a clanging sound.

In an instant, the falling snow in the sky suddenly froze!

The originally harmless and soft white snow instantly turned into dangerous ice spikes, hanging upside down in the air.

The sword spirit of the Snowfall Sword suddenly spoke out excitedly: "Master!"

The crisp female voice called Ji Wushe back unexpectedly.

"Snowfall?"

The black sword in his hand quickly slipped away and returned to Chao Zhao's hand, while Ji Wushe held his own natal sword with a dazed look on his face.

"...I haven't heard your voice in three hundred years."