HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
Dream at the pier Cang'Su
When Jing Yiran first got her sword back, now came the little scheme that Jing Yiran had just thought of, she said, had all this time his sword Frozen Floating Dew was unwilling to be pulled by her and every time Jing Yiran tried it would always show rejection, was this because the Floating Frozen Dew sword was already bored with him and the boredom was overflowing from having a master like him? Who is he just someone who is stiff and often in facial paralysis without being able to express anything?
Thinking of this Jing Yiran felt natural because she only considered her sword to be a piece of scrap metal that was slightly sharper than a kitchen knife, he also barely even used the Floating Frozen Dew sword in any battle, to the point that in the blade of the sword it might have started to rust and blunt.
After receiving back his sword, Jing Yiran said to Lau Luo and he then asked in a low voice. "Luo-shidi, do you want to keep it until you participate in the conference?"
If one has a sword, and when one has shed blood to be recognized by a sword as its master, then others cannot draw them. Such were Xian Zi and Deng Lun who would not be able to draw another sword, as well as cultivators who were unable to draw another person's sword.
Although for no apparent reason why Lau Luo was the exception and why she was able to use Jing Yiran's sword, hearing Jing Yiran's words earlier, she said, Xian Zi was truly made extremely stunned!
Because as a favorite disciple at the top of Yilin, if you get it from Shao Yi Chen! You can't give it to someone else easily! Even if Shao Yi Chen gives you a stone, you should keep it in earnest to honor the kindness of your shifu!
Thinking of that Xian Zi could not bear to murmur softly. "Yiran-shixiong, you're crazy.."
Lau Luo herself also knew that if one's sword could not be given to others so easily as if throwing out the dregs of tofu, she said, so when Jing Yiran offered him to use the Floating Frozen Dew in his fight to attend the Single Sword Conference later on, he shook his head.
He then said to Jing Yiran. "My sword ability is very rigid, I'm afraid it can't bring up all of the potential of the sword belonging to shixiong and can only do it in half. Then remaining in Yiran-shixiong's hands would be much more useful."
He then helped lay Jing Yiran's hand onto the blade of the Floating Frozen Dew, as he also swept away the silvery sword that had a high sense of coldness as if it could freeze like a chunk of ice, Lau Luo then said in a soft voice.
"You have it well, so shixiong just keep your own sword."
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At this time the floating ship has been moving for a long time and the day has become twilight. One could see the light of an orange with a slightly reddish golden color lining the ten thousand range of vision in the sky at sunset. When the white sea birds flying rays collided from the sea, creating a thin line that dazzled the vision, one had to narrow their eyes to see more clearly what was in front of them.
In front of their eyes, it was not the storm surge that was waiting. But the momentum was just as overwhelming, as if a flock of colorful birds were surrounding their ship. If you look at it at a glance, the horde will look like a bird. But it was the ships from the martial school that participated in attending the competition in Cang'Su.
There were about a hundred floating ships that had represented a hundred martial schools, not just from the eastern continent in the Yin and Yang Empire. But also martial experts in other continents and from other regions who would take part in the Single Sword Conference later.
After their ship landed and stopped at the dock, the wider sleeves of Lau Luo's robe would be blown away by the wind. In view of how black those jet eyes were, someone who saw them would definitely be afraid to approach. But his face towards the lines of good looks like a teenager must have attracted someone to come closer to him was not impossible, and someone who saw him could not bear to chuckle in awe.
Jing Yiran did not use Ruan Mingchuan's divination as a benchmark, yet now she was well aware that the aura surrounding Lau Luo had slowly turned a little gloomier and darker. Inevitably the change must have been able to force him to believe that the star of doom was none other than Luo-shidi, the junior martial sister from the top of the Yilin who was in the leading daoist sect under the heavens, who was the only one in the world, Broken Sword Sect.
Jing Yiran dreamed that she had dug in the room when the yellow light of the candle lit up that had taken sight, but in her dream it was the perfect time for someone to say something serious.
As if this was going to be a serious life lesson, Jing Yiran told Lau Luo that the candlelight flame in her hand could not be extinguished. "I always remember this phrase that would prevent me from a bad heart, 'Every honest action is not over the line.' Is the reason why I always feel light."
Lau Luo suddenly looked at him, frowned and smiled. "What are you trying to say?"
"It has nothing to do with it." Jing Yiran sighed and started knitting her own brows. "But I'm talking about you Luo-shidi, even if you're forced to experience future disappointments that you can't resist anymore, but you can't take the path of misguidedness do you understand?!"
Hearing Jing Yiran's high tone the first time, Lau Luo was briefly startled for a moment before she asked. "Why can't I get lost, such as me cultivating in the path of a demon cultivator why shouldn't it?"
"But how lost am I now?" The Lau Luo within his dream had a completely different stature, his pale white skin was almost like a corpse and the dark air around him felt extremely dense making the appearance of Lau Luo who controlled demonic qi look extremely terrifying.
In the dream Lau Luo asked mockingly. "Yiran-shixiong, you really like to interfere in the affairs of others and people who are very considerate! Won't let anyone else manipulate me, and you're also the one who understands me so well?"
Jing Yiran stared in disbelief at the teenager who was already taller than her, the menacing grin and also the stifling mist, after seeing it clearly like a heavy burden had pierced her heart. It was as if an immortal mountain had erupted enveloping his entire body with heat. He trembled, as well as the Floating Frozen Dew on his waist trembling violently like he would fly at any moment.
He grasped the hilt of the Floating Frozen Dew which felt extremely cold which seemed to be able to freeze any fog, but it would not be comparable to the cold expression of the face of the juvenile before him.
Jing Yiran said in a low voice. "Luo-shidi, I just want to save you."
Lau Luo once again chuckled loudly her facial expression turned insane. He laughed amusedly with a blunt blade-like sneer that instantly slashed into Jing Yiran's heart and all of her tendons until it ruptured which made Jing Yiran realize, it turned out that Shu Zi Jiu's death was the trigger for Lau Luo to go through misery.
That person once again asked mockingly towards him. "Save me? Save me from what?"
"You're so eager to save me, aren't you? Then why are you going through all my efforts?! Especially hindering me from killing the elder from the Broken Sword Sect who had already killed Ah Jiu-ge! Yiran-shixiong I said are all people even donkeys more valuable than me, and I'm just a bunch of shit under your shoes?"
The black sword on Lau Luo's waist trembled, moving wanting to immediately drip blood and as if the darkness in his sword color was portraying endless and boundless grievance. "I want to kill him and avenge Ah Jiu-ge's death! I will crush all the bones and drink the blood because he killed Ah Jiu-ge, why can't I take revenge?!"
After his words fell, the demonic Qi started to creep down on his neck until it enveloped his face until it turned dark and paled before then the darkness sword flew at its fastest speed towards Jing Yiran and Jing Yiran immediately blocked the sword that was also a sword that was used to seal the demon lord earlier.
The Heavenly Grief Sword.