When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Ancient swords, legendary artifacts passed down for thousands of years, are usually crafted by master weapon refiners and scattered throughout the cultivation world.

The Myriad Swords Immortal Realm is considered the most dangerous place in the cultivation world for finding swords. Every sword there requires luck to find, and just finding it isn't enough. Cultivators must tame the swords themselves and defeat the sword demon in order to leave with their natal sword.

Ancient swords are often aloof and possess sentience, making them impossible to distinguish using ordinary grades; ordinary people would find it difficult to even touch one.

Chu Xianlan felt like she was standing on a boat with no mooring, and she apologized repeatedly in her heart.

He is not the master of the sword, yet he uses the Untethered Boat as a means of transportation, which is extremely disrespectful.

As if sensing his thoughts, Bu Xizhou's sword trembled slightly, then quietly moved a little closer to the ground, steadily lifting the man to the ground.

Chu Xianlan immediately jumped off the flying sword, turned around, and subconsciously raised her hand as if to help him up.

"No need." Yi Chen paused slightly as he looked at the hand extended in front of him.

In fact, Chu Xianlan realized that it was unnecessary as soon as she raised her hand, but taking care of others had become a habit, so it was just a matter of course.

He could only scratch his face awkwardly, "Bu Xizhou has such a good temper."

Upon hearing the praise, Bu Xizhou nimbly flipped over in mid-air, looking a little smug.

Chu Xianlan: Stare—

Unmoored Boat: Come on~ Let's have some fun~

Such a lively personality is completely different from that of the sword master.

The two were delayed before setting off because Bu Xizhou stubbornly blocked Chu Xianlan's aircraft, insisting on giving him a ride, which led to the situation of master and disciple traveling together.

Yi Chen glanced indifferently at his natal sword, Bu Xi Zhou, which trembled slightly but lingered reluctantly beside Chu Xian Lan. Yi Chen raised his finger and pointed, and Bu Xi Zhou immediately transformed into a snake-shaped silver hairpin, which quietly fell back into his palm.

Then, she calmly tucked the hairpin back behind her ear.

From the moment they appeared, everyone's eyes were glued to them. The disciples rarely had the chance to see Immortal Lord Jixue, and even Qionglan couldn't believe it. Although she had prepared three seats, she never thought that he would actually come.

"My God, a living immortal!"

"...You're asking for a beating for that."

"Oh dear, the last time I saw Immortal Lord Jixue was shortly after I joined the Taiyi Sect... I can hardly remember what he looks like."

"However, Immortal Lord Jixue is really kind to Senior Brother Chu, even allowing him to ride on the same sword."

After all, the natal sword involves the dignity of a sword cultivator, which is a sensitive issue.

Whispers gradually spread, and with Yi Chen's appearance, the scene became even more lively.

At the other end of the crowd, Ji Cheng'an coldly watched the highly anticipated scene, his heart filled with resentment, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He's had enough of having things taken from him by others.

Since you look down on me, then today I will beat this weapon cultivator to a pulp in front of everyone and settle all old and new scores at once.

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Wei Jin propped his face up with his hand and glanced to the left and right.

"Who do you senior brothers think will win this battle?"

Sitting to his left, Pei Fang'an sighed and immediately began chanting, "Junior brother, victory or defeat is not important; what matters is the process. Losing is also a part of growth. Xianlan and Cheng'an are both at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation, but their cultivation methods and fighting styles are different. For both of them, this is a rare opportunity for honing their skills..."

"Alright, alright," Wei Jin interrupted casually, then turned his head to his right. "Yi Chen, what do you think?"

In fact, Wei Jin didn't expect to get a response at all, but to his surprise, Yi Chen said calmly the next moment:

"Ji Cheng'an can't win."

The tone was devoid of any sense of discussion; it was simply a statement of facts.

Pei Fang'an, whose new apprentice hadn't even warmed his hands yet, was speechless.

Wei Jin's lips curled into a wild smile: "Oh? So confident?"

After Yi Chen finished speaking, he ignored him and lowered his eyes.

Beneath a vast expanse of pear blossoms, young people gathered together, chatting and laughing, their youthful energy palpable, the atmosphere harmonious. In the center stood Chu Xianlan, with Xiao Huandu and Zhu Ling speaking to him from either side, along with several weapon cultivators from the Thousand Refinements Hall.

After everyone else had left, Qu Ling approached.

The young healer was carrying a heavy medicine basket in his arms when he stumbled. Chu Xianlan quickly helped him to his feet.

Wei Jin sighed, "This kid is really popular, much better than my silly disciple. Look at his demeanor, no wonder many disciples in the sect have fallen for him."

"Junior brother, watch your words." Pei Fang'an disapproved of his frivolous words and actions.

"I'm not making this up," Wei Jin said with a smile, speaking in the tone of someone who's been there before. "...At this age, it's not surprising for young men and women to find a cultivation partner if they're mutually attracted. Look, you see."

Chu Xianlan leaned slightly forward, her black hair cascading down, exuding a heroic air, while Qu Ling raised her head, her eyes filled with light. From a distance, their hands appeared to be clasped together, amidst the pear blossoms in full bloom, creating a scene of deep affection.

"I heard Xiao Huandu mention before that Chu Xianlan has rejected many female disciples who have shown interest in her over the years... apparently she prefers men." Wei Jin suddenly realized, "I heard that the way they, as artifact cultivators, woo each other is quite romantic. If they have someone they admire or someone they like, they will even personally craft a magical artifact to give to that person."

Those who cultivate immortality are not bound by worldly etiquette and form relationships based entirely on their own feelings. It is also common for men to form Daoist couples.

"Hiss." Pei Fang'an gasped. "Cough cough cough, when did this happen?"

The child has grown up?

The two looked at Yi Chen, after all, he was their master and would definitely know more about the situation than they did.

"..."

Yi Chen remained silent, his expression seemingly changing, yet also seemingly unchanged.

He said, "Creating something from nothing."

Wei Jin clicked his tongue, "Seeing is believing. Does he have to be so controlling?"

Under the pear tree, Chu Xianlan put the pill back into Qu Ling's hand.

"Junior Brother Qu, you cannot consume pills made by others on the day of the competition; that's considered a foul."

"Hmph, then I'll poison the Fourth Prince and make him break the rules!" Qu Ling clenched his fist angrily.

...There's absolutely no need for that.

Chu Xianlan sighed and rubbed her forehead. "You should say less of this in the future."

How come I never noticed before that this kid had such a cunning personality?

Qu Ling's emotions surged again. Actually, as an "insider," he was somewhat pleasantly surprised to see the two of them appear together, but when he watched as Senior Brother Chu raised his hand as if to touch him, only to be met with Immortal Lord Jixue's indifferent avoidance, his heart sank.

Senior brother...!

You really are... of all people to like, why do you have to be so infatuated with that immortal lord?

It seems they won't turn back until they hit a brick wall!

Qu Ling snapped out of her daze, her words caught in her throat, tears welling in her eyes: "Senior brother, you must, you absolutely must..."

"Alright, alright, stop it. It's not like we're going to our deaths. We'll talk later. I'm going on stage now."

Qu Ling could only look back every few steps, her eyes filled with pity.

On the high platform, Wei Jin teased, "Gazing deeply into each other's eyes, reluctant to part, they must have exchanged many sweet words."

He picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips, only to find it was icy cold; he then realized the water in the cup was frozen solid.

"..." Wei Jin turned his head slowly, "Yi Chen, what exactly is your problem with me?"

Can we still be a loving family?

Bang! Wei Jin slammed his fist on the table.

The commotion drew the attention of several sect elders below, who looked over in confusion. Pei Fang'an had a terrible headache and hurriedly stepped forward to restrain his two junior brothers.

"Xiao Jin, your senior brother didn't do it on purpose. It was unintentional. Calm down."

Yi Chen said, "It was indeed done on purpose."

"..."

"..."

"What kind of good person does he think he is!" Wei Jin was utterly dumbfounded, pointing at Yi Chen and then turning to Pei Fang'an, "Senior Brother, he bullied me!"

At the same time, Chu Xianlan, who had already reached the vicinity of the arena, suddenly stopped, her face full of doubt.

Strange, I feel like I was burned by the master-disciple contract just now. Is it just my imagination?

Looking up, I saw my junior uncle moving around on the high platform. He also stood up, which conveniently blocked my master's figure on the right.

Chu Xianlan scratched her head.

...It must be my imagination.