Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

"What is this?" Wang Hong asked Lu Qingyuan.

"This might be his identity token. Why are you asking me? Didn't you create this?" Lu Qingyuan rolled her eyes at Wang Hong.

After a moment's thought, Wang Hong explained, "This is the Heavenly Fiend Token. My master once drew it in a book." Seeing that Lu Qingyuan was about to ask a question, Wang Hong quickly added, "As for other information, I don't know either."

The Heavenly Fiend Token? Lu Qingyuan rested her chin on her hand. Could it be a special organization, with the Heavenly Fiend plotting behind it?

She pondered, "The reason I came to the Northern Continent was because I was being pursued by a hidden force. After the clan leader rescued me, I have been secretly investigating this force ever since."

"They have been secretly searching for the bloodlines of all the divine beasts in the world. Following the clues, I found the Spirit Fox Clan of the Northern Continent, so I risked my life to bring them to justice."

Wang Hong asked in confusion, "So, the Qiongqi Ji family and the Beihu Lu family have deep connections with them?"

"That's right!"

"But why go through all this trouble to arrange a marriage? Why not just kidnap you?"

Lu Qingyuan sneered, a hint of arrogance flashing in her eyes: "I am a Celestial Fox of the Eastern Continent's Spirit Fox Clan! Who dares to touch me so easily!"

"Lu Feng, the chieftain of the Northern Fox Clan, acts strangely. A year ago, he suddenly appointed me as the young chieftain of the Northern Fox Clan and agreed to the marriage alliance with the Qiongqi Clan. They even sent Wang Dutou, a Golden Core stage cultivator, to personally monitor me!"

"Didn't the Eastern Continent spirit fox reject them?"

Seeing that Lu Qingyuan remained silent, Wang Hong couldn't help but worry: "This Chief Wang is at the Golden Core stage. Wouldn't his death here attract their attention? Moreover, Chief Wang might just be the tip of the iceberg of the forces behind the scenes."

He knew very well that Huang Ji was a Nascent Soul cultivator and was very likely one of them.

Considering that the entire Lanxing Cliff family was wiped out overnight, it is highly likely that the Tian Sha force was behind it!

"Qingyuan, why don't we run away quickly? When we're stronger, I'll come back with you to investigate." Wang Hong really didn't want to get involved in this struggle.

The most important thing right now is to develop!

We're looking for a spaceship!

But if that spaceship is really in Starship City, wouldn't I have to get involved in this event?

Lu Qingyuan glanced coldly at Wang Hong and said sarcastically, "At the first sign of difficulty, you think of retreating and running away. You're cowardly before the battle even begins, and all your spirit has been lost. How will you ever become an immortal?"

"If we retreat in the face of difficulties today, we will retreat in the face of difficulties tomorrow! If one day they dare to openly show themselves, and we have nowhere left to retreat, what will we do then?"

She seemed to remember something and grew increasingly agitated. "These rats have been able to hide in the shadows for years, unknown to anyone, not because they are so clever." Lu Qingyuan paused, her gaze falling on Wang Hong's face. "But because there are people like you who, time and time again, choose to run away."

Wang Hong couldn't help but feel annoyed. Lu Qingyuan's blunt words made him sound like a bastard.

"Fine, fine, you're so high and mighty! People are kindly reminding you and caring about your safety, and you still mock them! Forget it, just consider it a case of good intentions gone wrong."

"If I truly want to cultivate into an immortal, I must do something!" Lu Qingyuan paused, a rare bitterness creeping into his voice. "Besides, if I just leave, what will all my years of effort in the Northern Continent amount to!"

Lu Qingyuan seemed unwilling to say more, and changed the subject: "Your expression was constantly changing just now, it must be related to the Holy Sword, right? Take out my ancestor's Holy Sword and let me take a look."

"You're quite clever, aren't you? What do you mean by 'your ancestor's holy sword'? This was given to me by my master!"

With a thought, Wang Hong transformed the Holy Sword back into its brick shape, then summoned it into his hand and threw it directly at Lu Qingyuan, looking nonchalant. "Here you go, you can study it however you want."

The holy sword summoned only a projection; the true essence still quietly nourished his body within.

Wang Hong walked to the window and quietly looked at the starry sky.

If you calculate the time, he has only been away from Earth for a day, yet he has encountered so many things in that one day, which is more exciting than the previous twenty years combined!

He couldn't help but turn around and look at Lu Qingyuan, who was frowning as if deep in thought.

Wang Hong couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Qingyuan stared at the brick in her hand, carefully studying every detail. Spiritual energy pulsed in her palm, but the holy sword showed no reaction.

Looking up, she saw Wang Hong grinning foolishly, and she was instantly enraged: "What was that bunch of words that just shot out of your body? Let me see it again!"

Looking at the undisguised anger in the beautiful woman's eyes and brows, Wang Hong couldn't help but sigh: Even when she's angry, she's so cute!

His heart suddenly raced, and he guided the holy sword with his mind. Silvery-white, dazzling starlight burst forth from between his brows like a torrent.

Lu Qingyuan vaguely saw a crystal-clear jade stone between Wang Hong's eyebrows. Was the Holy Sword itself located between his eyebrows?

She then gently covered her mouth, stunned by the magnificent and unpredictable phenomenon before her.

The starlight swirled and rose around the two of them, leaving countless fine streaks of light, as if weaving clothes in the void.

Is the Holy Sword really that strange? What exactly is it?

The dazzling light and shadow illuminated her bright eyes, making them appear as if two stars were twinkling in the dim room.

Wang Hong, beaming with pride, pointed at Lu Qingyuan as if making a hand seal. The torrent in mid-air eventually converged into a huge calligraphy and painting, appearing before her.

The poem "Man Jiang Hong" that Wang Hong saw on the Xin Huo Hao ship was suspected to be the work of Lu Huaiyuan.

The moment the calligraphy and painting were completed, Lu Qingyuan only glanced at them and felt as if a thousand troops were rushing towards her. The overwhelming killing intent overwhelmed her consciousness, her body went limp, and she closed her eyes and slowly fell backward.

"Lu Qingyuan! What's wrong with you!" Wang Hong was shocked and rushed forward to grab her slender waist, but unexpectedly, Wang Hong was pulled forward by Lu Qingyuan.

Damn, how come this woman is so heavy?

The overwhelming fragrance made Wang Hong dizzy and confused. He buried his face in his black hair and pressed his body against Lu Qingyuan uncontrollably.

Luckily, I reacted quickly and turned my head to the side, otherwise I would have lost my first kiss!

A dull thud sounded, and Wang Hong turned his head to look. A huge black and gold blade appeared in front of him, one end slamming into the carpet, the other end pinning Wang Hong down on Lu Qingyuan.

Wang Hong felt as if the knife on his back was as heavy as a thousand pounds. The Holy Sword was working frantically to help him resist the immense pressure.

Wang Hong suddenly realized that the knife must be too heavy. Lu Qingyuan could lift it easily, but he didn't have that ability.

Lu Qingyuan slowly woke up and saw Wang Hong lying on top of her. She instinctively reached out and slapped him away.

"Pfft~"

Wang Hong's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The powerful palm strike to his chest and the immense pressure on his back combined to create a double impact on his frail body. If it weren't for the Holy Sword protecting him, Wang Hong might have already been crushed into a meat sandwich.

Lu Qingyuan snapped out of her daze and realized something was wrong. Ignoring the blood all over her face, she slapped the knife off Wang Hong's back and helped him up.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What was that painting? Why did it possess the aura of my ancestors?

"Ah!" The moment Wang Hong was helped up, he let out another scream. He closed his eyes in pain, feeling as if his internal organs were being torn apart. A mark on his back burned with pain, and his upper body seemed to have been cut in two by that knife.

He felt a cool sensation in his mouth, as if sweet spring water was flowing down his throat, through his internal organs, and then to his limbs and bones. The Holy Sword's origin in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense something, and at this moment, its light shone brightly, and the energy that had flowed to his limbs and bones returned to his brow.

[Warning: Grade 7 Spring-Nourishing Pill detected. The potency is too high (total energy: 180,000 units of spiritual energy). The sword wielder's body (maximum spiritual energy: 500 units) is far from being able to withstand it.]

The psionic core embedded within the holy sword is frantically absorbing the vast medicinal power dissipating from the surrounding area.

A small portion of it was directly transformed into primordial spiritual power, which slowly flowed into Wang Hong's damaged meridians and body to nourish his wounds; the remaining portion was condensed by the spiritual energy core and transformed into lustrous and pure energy crystals, which instantly merged into the texture of the Holy Sword and disappeared.

[Generated primary nano-spiritual source, inventory 40, equivalent to 4 spiritual energy points (the sum of the spiritual energy of 4 low-grade spirit stones).]

Lu Qingyuan supported Wang Hong, her eyes fixed on his radiant brow, secretly marveling at it.

She had just examined Wang Hong's body with her palm and found that he had suffered serious internal injuries. In her anxiety, she fed him a seventh-grade Muchun Pill.

Then this amazing thing happened!

Wang Hong's injured body was visibly recovering. She could feel her displaced and even damaged internal organs returning to their original positions and regaining their vitality.

This must be the power of the Holy Sword! No matter how powerful the Spring Bathing Pill is, it could not possibly have such a healing effect! Moreover, the Spring Bathing Pill is a healing pill used by Golden Core experts, yet Wang Hong, a mere mortal, was not overwhelmed by its power!

She felt a pang of guilt; if it weren't for the Holy Sword, she would have almost harmed Wang Hong in her haste...

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

boom!

The door was kicked open suddenly.

"You two! What are you doing?!"

A furious male voice rang out, accompanied by a woman's exclamation.