Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

“Sigh, why do this to yourself?” rang out the sword spirit’s voice in her mind.

Only when this happened did Ling Chuxi feel relieved.

“Many thanks to you for saving me. May I know who you are?” asked Ling Chuxi.

“My name is Cang Yuan,” the sword spirit said. With the sound of its voice, a sense of vastness suddenly surged across the starry sky.

‘Cang Yuan?!’ Ling Chuxi was stunned. Just now that fellow had called himself Cang Yuan as well, yet unlike this Cang Yuan, he had wanted to destroy her consciousness and snatch away her Nine Gloom Absolute Meridians. That bad man had also addressed himself as Cang Yuan earlier, what was going on?

“He is Cang Yuan, I am also Cang Yuan,” said the sword spirit as it slowly started to disappear.

“Where are you going? Can’t you make things a little bit clearer for me?” asked Ling Chuxi anxiously, she was full of questions. Why were they both Cang Yuan?

“His murderous intent is not one you can control. If I don’t suppress it, it is fearful that even the Divine Sword Ancient Contract is unable to hold him. I hope you can quickly grow…” said the sword spirit in a lingering voice before it slowly disappeared.

In the midst of the galaxy of stars, it was hollow without a single object in sight. Ling Chuxi silently stood beneath the starry sky, her mind unprecedentedly clear and quiet. Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be an extra special connection in the depths of her consciousness. It was as fine as a spider’s web, subtle and intricately inseparable. With this connection, she could actually feel the fatigue of the sword spirit and the sighs in his heart as well as his endless sorrow.

Oh! The Divine Sword Ancient Contract! Ling Chuxi immediately snapped into action once this came to mind. She had already established a mental connection with the sword spirit and knew that the sword spirit was obviously severely injured in the battle just now, which was why it had no choice but to leave quickly.

Ling Chuxi tried to use her mind to check and found that the sword spirit’s aura had become weaker and weaker, and it had actually fallen into a deep slumber.

Ling Chuxi opened her eyes and instantly saw Huangfu Qingjue’s peerless face before her. Although his expression remained cool and calm, his gaze was full of concern and self-reproach. It was only when he saw that Ling Chuxi had opened her eyes that he felt like a weight had come off his chest great.

“You are fine now,” said Huangfu Qingjue as he held Ling Chuxi’s hand tightly.

Ling Chuxi could feel that his hand was ice cold, and it was only now that a thread of warmth crept back into it.

Ling Chuxi looked around and noticed that the demon emperor and his guards were still unconscious. From the way things looked, they would not awaken any time soon.

“What happened just now?” Huangfu Qingjue asked.

“There was a sword shadow that called itself Cang Yuan…” began Ling Chuxi. She told him about everything that had happened in her mind and her consciousness without withholding anything nor leaving out a single detail.

She had too many questions without any answers and the only one she could trust who was able to give her some answers was Huangfu Qingjue alone.

“Cang Yuan… Indeed, it was the Cang Yuan Sword’s soul. No, that’s not right. Since the sword’s essence is mainly about killing, it should be the sword’s essence,” deduced Huangfu Qingjue.

“The Cang Yuan Sword’s essence?” asked Ling Chuxi, looking at Huangfu Qingjue perplexedly.

“Cang Yuan was known as a man, as well as a sword. Legends have it that in ancient times, when the world was in chaos and when everything had just begun, a top-notch expert appeared in the world carrying with him a long sword that disdained the world. This was Cang Yuan.

“He cultivated that sword using his body, controlled the sword with his heart, and practiced wielding the sword with his mind. Soon the sword and him became one entity, dominating the world as such. When the sword was in his hand, it became known as Cang Yuan Sword. The saying, ‘Cang Yuan appears, and the world submits,’ is precisely about him,” Huangfu Qingjue said.

“How amazing!” exclaimed Ling Chuxi, stunned to the spot. One man and one sword, disdaining the earth and dominating the world. How great a cultivation achievement, how heroic! As long as one was a cultivator, who would not be moved by this?

Seeing Ling Chuxi’s surprised expression, an unease that he himself did not understand appeared in Huangfu Qingjue’s heart. In Little Chuxi eyes, there should only be him and him alone.