I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

The sword spirit materialized within the black mist, its eyes slowly opening. Judging from its appearance... it was actually a young boy?

Having just awakened, the sword spirit's figure was still very ethereal, as if it would be blown away at any moment.

Ye Qinghan frowned deeply at this turn of events. It was normal for him to transform into human form in a day or two, since he had already done so once. In addition, the spiritual energy in the Sword Cave was abundant. So what was Ye Qiao doing?

Has he gone mad from all the stimulation?

Chu Xingzhi exclaimed in surprise, "What? It's actually a man? Holy crap, Ye Qiao, is it too late to hide the fact that you're a man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qinghan appeared out of nowhere and punched Chu Xingzhi on the head, his voice cold: "Quiet."

Chu Xingzhi obediently shut his mouth, still very shocked. Why would a male sword spirit appear? Had something gone wrong?

Mu Chongxi was also dumbfounded. So many swords! Duan Shui, Fei Xian, Han Shuang, Jing Hong, and Lue Ying. These spirit swords were usually only seen together, and today they were all gathered together for the first time. They were only missing Luo Shui. They could practically team up and play together.

The two sword spirits, one in red and one in black, clashed, their eyes meeting as if the air itself were colliding and rubbing against each other, threatening to erupt into a fight at any moment.

His face was bright and radiant, but his features were exceptionally beautiful. He coldly looked at the spirit swords surrounding Ye Qiao, his dark pupils filled with murderous intent.

Bujianjun is a very beautiful sword spirit; just by looking at her appearance, you can tell she has a youthful spirit.

Ye Qiao stroked her chin, looked at the sword spirit in front of her, and fell into a long silence.

She didn't say anything until Jun came closer.

Mu Chongxi was somewhat puzzled by her reaction. Logically speaking, the transformation of the sword spirit should be a good thing, especially since Duosun itself is very strange and can change into different shapes. It would be easier to study him after the transformation. He just didn't know how long Duosun's transformation could last.

"Junior Sister, don't you like him?" That was all Mu Chongxi could think. He quite liked Bujian Jun's appearance and personality after his transformation; at least he was much better than Chaoxi.

"No, not at all." Ye Qiao was silent for a while before speaking, "It's mainly because I have a phobia of trendy people." It's hard to imagine. Such a beautiful sword spirit belongs to her.

Before the sword had even taken human form, Ye Qiao had already imagined it as a black, walking coal. When the red and black swords met, both shadows were semi-transparent. Chao Xi never thought that she would see a second transformed spirit sword in her lifetime.

She would approach him day and night, like an enthusiastic lapdog, saying, "You're so beautiful, lovely sword spirit."

"Are you Qiaoqiao's sword spirit? As expected, beautiful people's sword spirits are all so beautiful."

I rely on.

Ye Qiao approached Mu Chongxi, and asked somewhat numbly, "Is this sword of yours even legitimate?"

Mu Chongxi's lips twitched. He and Chaoxi had been together since they were about nine years old. He wondered where Chaoxi had learned this flirtatious personality.

He had a penchant for good-looking people, and he asked enthusiastically, "Can we be friends?"

"You?" Bu Jianjun took a half step back: "You're no different from those good-for-nothings."

Chao Xi cupped his face in his hands and said, "I'm different! I'm very strong! Look, we're both swordsmen!" As he spoke, he lunged forward, trying to discuss the principles of life with Bu Jian Jun.

Before you could see him turn around, you precisely kicked away Chaoxi, who was lunging at you with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever. "Get out of the way."

This sword is fierce. And quite volatile too. Ye Qiao, standing below, thought to herself.

Seemingly sensing Ye Qiao's thoughts, the black sword spirit turned its head and suddenly flew down, landing near Ye Qiao. Its previously irritable tone softened abruptly. "My name is Bujianjun." It leaned closer to her, revealing an innocent smile: "Nice to meet you."

It only takes a second to go from a grumpy old man to a delicate sword spirit.

Ye Qiao leaned back tactically, creating some distance. "Hello, Duosun." After she finished speaking, she touched her chin, not having time to correct herself for a moment. It was just a habit, but it didn't matter. It was clear that Jun wouldn't hold it against her.

The Flying Immortal Sword beside him let out another mocking sound.

It looked ethereal, a fairy-level sword even in the sword cave. It seemed invisible to the emperor. He reached out with a bright smile, grabbed the Flying Immortal Sword, and held it tightly, wanting to break this mocking sword in two to quell the hatred in his heart.

This smile is exactly the same as the radiant smile Ye Qiao gives when she likes to trick people.

The Flying Immortal Sword struggled desperately to break free from his clutches and hid behind Ye Qiao, a rare moment of peace settling within the Sword Cave. A group of spirit swords were stationed there, preventing the ordinary swords from the outer sect from daring to enter.

Chu Xingzhi was genuinely jealous and tugged at his senior brother's sleeve. "Let's go find someone else." He was getting envious just thinking about staying with those three from Changming Sect any longer.

Ye Qinghan had no objection. It just so happened that the other junior brothers and sisters hadn't finished choosing their swords yet. After the two sects parted ways, Ye Qiao sat down cross-legged and affixed the Spirit Gathering Talisman to the Flying Immortal Sword.

Fei Xian Jian was amused and leaned over to get close to Ye Qiao, but Bu Jian Jun coldly grabbed it and then tossed it up and down like a circus act, almost making Fei Xian Jian vomit.

Damn it.

Ye Qiao snatched it away, saying helplessly, "Stop playing. Let's go look somewhere else."

Since we're already here, it would be a shame not to visit the Sword Cave. This place only opens once every hundred years, and it will be another hundred years before it opens again. We definitely want to stay long enough to make the most of our visit before we leave.

If we take this path, we can take another one and see if there are any other spirit swords.

The two sword spirits, each with a distinct style, floated around above. Both were experiencing life for the first time. It was obvious that Jun was curious about his surroundings. He blinked his pure black eyes and followed behind Ye Qiao, looking around.

After walking from inside the sword cave to the central fork in the road, Ye Qiao chose a place she hadn't been before, intending to look at other spirit swords. As if sensing Ye Qiao's thoughts, Jun stopped looking around.

"I'm angry." After saying that, Bujianjun rushed into the sword spirits to vent his anger.

The sword spirits in the inner circle are relatively normal; they all possess intelligence and can control their temper well. The ones in the middle circle are different; they have low intelligence and attack indiscriminately, friend or foe. Seeing three sword geniuses, they are even less likely to allow them to leave.

With his path blocked and needing to avoid being injured by sword energy, Mu Chongxi gripped the Chaoxi Sword, intending to clear the way. However, before he could even make a move, a black sword energy swept past him from behind.

The sword spirit's eyes widened into pure black, moving with ghostly speed. The instant its shadow flashed by, accompanied by the ear-piercing hum of swords clashing, a black line wrapped around the spirit swords, and it seemed that more than a dozen swords would be ruthlessly broken by it.

Ye Qiao quickly called out to Jian Bujun, thus averting a tragedy.

"Don't break it," Ye Qiao said. "If it breaks, we'll have to pay compensation later."

Jun paused for a moment, clearly having followed Ye Qiao for so long, he knew how much of a threat the financial loss posed to her. The sword spirit glared angrily at the troublesome spirit swords a few times before quickly catching up with Ye Qiao.

Zhou Xingyun raised his eyebrows slightly. This was a bloodthirsty sword spirit, actually trying to break the other swords in the Sword Cave. He had never seen such an unreasonable sword spirit.

He had only managed to drive away so many spirit swords that he faced day and night, but he simply wanted to eliminate them all.

What kind of philosophy did the former sword master who stole the bamboo shoot instill in him?

Mu Chongxi also wanted to say something to warn Ye Qiao to be careful of what the other person said. Chao Xi, with starry eyes, knelt on the ground and prostrated himself, "So handsome, waaaah."

His idol!

After venting his frustrations, the sword spirit seemed much more disoriented. He was somewhat unhappy. "Are you going to find another sword?"

Her voice is so sweet and endearing.

Ye Qiao glanced at the other spirit swordsmen sneaking around behind her, and waved with a smile, "Hmm, maybe... perhaps? You'll have a few more younger brothers and sisters?"

She sounded a little weak after saying that.

"You weren't like this before!" Bujianjun immediately bristled. Why are there other cats?! Why?!

The cat was shocked, the cat felt wronged.

The cat was instantly furious.