The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

Seeing that Beiqijian was so sincere, Chi Miao finally relaxed his brow.

The Weeping Sword: "Can you form a contract with me now?"

If it were a dog, its tail could now turn into a fan.

Chi Miao: "No."

The Weeping Sword: "Why!"

Chi Miao: "You still haven't told me why you're searching my soul."

After a moment of silence, the Weeping Sword scribbled out a few words.

"You will know once you form a contract with me."

Chi Miao sneered: "Playing this game of feigned indifference, is that it? Fine, I won't take it. Talk it out if you want, or I'm leaving."

After saying that, she turned around, looking like she was really going to leave.

Startled, Beiqijian rushed over to stop Chi Miao: "I've apologized, I've begged, you can't break your promise like this!"

Chi Miao rolled her eyes: "I'm not just untrustworthy, I'm shameless too."

Ying Wuhuo: "...You still know that?"

He was completely numb from looking at it.

Every day, all he wanted was to leave this place filled with sorrow.

After a long standoff with Chi Miao, the Sorrowful Sword finally spoke, "It wasn't that I intentionally searched your soul, but... my ability is to evoke sad memories, the kind that make people cry. I just wanted to see what you looked like, and then..."

At this point, the Weeping Sword visibly "diminished," and even the light on its blade dimmed considerably.

His ability was so useless that he was always too embarrassed to say it out loud, for fear of being disliked.

Chi Miao's eyes lit up.

"This ability is a treasure! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

This ability is so cool, isn't it?

If you ever get into a fight with someone, this is a top-tier control skill!

The game started with Blue Silver Binding... cough cough cough, it was so sad I cried.

The Weeping Sword looked at Chi Miao with surprise, seemingly asking, "Baby...darling, really? You're not just kidding me, are you?"

Chi Miao laughed: "Teasing you? How could I? I'd rather curse you to death than not."

The Weeping Sword: "..."

It no longer knew whether it should cry or laugh.

Chi Miao: "You're not doing this because the Heavenly Compassion Immortal once told you this ability was useless, are you?"

The Weeping Sword emitted a mournful sword cry.

Waaah, stop talking, or it'll really break down.

When it was first forged, it was just a clueless little sword. But as soon as it showed its power, it made Tianbei cry for a whole day and was scolded for being useless.

From then on, it dared not display this ability again... unless it could not control it, because this was its first ability, its original power.

Furthermore, it is now on the verge of complete collapse, with countless abilities sealed away, leaving only this one ability, which is difficult for it to control.

Unexpectedly, one day its innate abilities will be appreciated!

It felt like it was about to see the light!

The Weeping Sword: "So, can you make a contract with me? I'm strong! I'm really strong!"

Chi Miao: "There's one last condition. If you agree to this last condition, I will definitely enter into the contract!"

The Weeping Sword: "Really?"

Chi Miao: "Can I trick someone into giving me a sword?"

Haven't you lied enough?!

Ying Wuhuo could hardly bear to listen anymore, and he urged that the Weeping Sword should quickly change its name, removing the middle character and replacing it with "lowly"!

The Weeping Sword resembled a lowly dog, writhing its blade in anticipation of Chi Miao stating his conditions.

Actually, Ying Wuhuo is also quite looking forward to it.

The last condition should be very important.

Chi Miao: "My last condition is..."

Ying Wuhuo and the elders who were spying outside the water mirror almost pressed their ears to the screen.

Just

"You have to promise me that after I form a contract with you, you have to let me show off once, with a thousand swords ringing out, so everyone will know!"

"Great! We'll definitely give the master the proper treatment!"

"Damn it." Ying Wuhuo cursed out loud.

I can't stand it! I can't stand it!

You two swordsmen, can you just get lost?

If you don't leave, he will!

All the elders also suffered from cerebellar atrophy, turning their eyes into beady green eyes.

Blinking.

You're insane!

Chi Miao reached out again and grasped the sword hilt.

This time, the Sorrowful Sword cut a tiny gash in Chi Miao's hand and extracted a drop of blood.

The contract is complete!

"Zheng—!"

A resounding sword cry echoed throughout the entire Sword Tomb.

The sky above the Sword Tomb was once again enveloped by weightless clouds, like a thousand waves on the shore, piling up towards the top center.

All the swords on land trembled, slowly and automatically pulling themselves off the ground, and began to dance rapidly.

A thousand shadows and lingering light, too many to take in at once.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, everyone thought it was another unexpected accident and prepared to test the new sword.

And the instant their fingers touched the hilts, all the swords flew out of their sheaths uncontrollably, merging into the myriad sword lights and shadows.

The sword rang out, and then it rang out again.

The scene was breathtaking and deeply moving.

"A chorus of ten thousand swords..."

Jin Shengfei's Adam's apple bobbed.

At the same time as the ten thousand swords rang out, their light converged at one point, and a figure slowly walked towards the center of the sword light.

"Such an overwhelming sense of oppression... Who is this being?"

"That entrance was so cool! Could it be some kind of legendary master?"

"Do we still have a chance?!"

"Wait... don't you guys think this figure looks familiar? Especially the way it walks..."

The group consisted of cultivators, whose five senses were much more acute than those of ordinary people. However, the light was indeed very strong, even brighter than the previous lightning, making it difficult to see clearly.

They had to squint their eyes before anyone could barely recognize them.

"Hmm...it seems to be Chi Miao?"

"Chi Miao?"

At that moment, Chi Miao's voice came.

"A deafening roar from the sky, and a beautiful woman makes her dazzling entrance!"

At that moment, everyone felt as if their cerebellum was being squeezed in the palm of someone's hand, and all the moisture was being drained... shrinking into the size of a walnut kernel.

"That's hard to say."

"That's hard to say."

"Suddenly I had a feeling of wanting to lower my head."

"Yes, that's the feeling... the helplessness of someone you know trying to show off."

"The sense of dejection that comes with discovering it's all fake at the very last step."

"The thought that he was impotent when I went in was chilling..."

Jin Shengfei: "Didn't you say it was difficult to evaluate?"

"So we tried our best to evaluate it."

Jin Shengfei: "...I think you guys are pretty good at judging."

However, Chi Miao actually managed to make ten thousand swords resound simultaneously.

It was both unexpected and expected.

Chi Miao slowly walked up to the crowd.

Ying Wuhuo followed behind her, chest out and head held high, extremely upright.

To be honest, it feels pretty cool to show off.

No, how could he think that?

That's improper.

I almost had my thoughts twisted by Chi Miao.

As Chi Miao chatted and laughed with everyone, the momentum of the ten thousand swords ringing out passed, and then heavy dark clouds gathered in the sky.

A thunderbolt struck!

Boom—!

Everyone was startled.

"Chi Miao, that's enough, why are you still doing this?"

Chi Miao was stunned: "No, I didn't, Jianjian?"

Sorrowful Sword: "It wasn't me who did it."

"what?"

If it wasn't Chi Miao who did it, then what happened?

Ying Wuhuo suddenly summoned his sword.

"Watch out, something's about to come out!"