This fiery sword, as hot as molten lava, landed before his eyes, seemingly a sea of blazing flames, faintly emanating an aura of burning mountains and boiling seas.
Its speech didnāt match its image, sounding like a toddler babbling.
So different from the aged and autumnal "swords" in the Inner Scenic Land.
"I... canāt tell you! You are not my master!"
The three-foot blade wobbled, swallowing and spewing its edge, hesitantly speaking.
It seemed somewhat timid, almost regretful.
"Hiss! Looks like a clear and foolish, inexperienced treasure weapon!"
Bai Qi restrained his eagerness to rub his hands, possibly due to a professional habit from his past life, upon seeing anything marked as "easy prey," he couldnāt help but want to take advantage.
"Who is your master?"
Master Bai Qi did not lose his senses over the benefits, remembering to inquire about the origins.
"My master is very powerful! Iām waiting for him to return!"
"Whatās his name then?"
"My master went to accomplish something great and left me at home..."
"..."
Bai Qiās eye twitched, this sword indeed didnāt seem very smart.
Completely unable to understand human speech, no way to communicate normally.
He gave up asking about the master, turning to inquire its origin.
"Where are you from then?"
"From the mountains!"
"What kind of mountains?"
"Very high mountains!"
"..."
Considering that venting anger on a sword would be nonsensical, and he might not be able to defeat it, Bai Qi quietly unclenched his fist.
This feeling of chatting with a fool really makes oneās blood pressure rise.
Since being gentle doesnāt work.
Might as well go tough!
He immediately put away his amiable demeanor, crossed his arms and said:
"Did your master ever teach you not to enter otherās homes randomly?"
The three-foot blade instantly drooped, like hanging its head, even its voice became pitiful:
"Yes, master said, everything must be reasonable, thus, every time he slays an enemy, he delivers a lengthy discourse, finally asks āFriend, could you please die?ā before drawing his sword."
Hiss! Truly a courteous Living Yama!
Bai Qiās face remained indifferent:
"Friend, if thereās nothing else, please leave."
The three-foot blade slowly moved away, as if retreating, but step by step, seemed to hesitate for being recalled.
But Bai Qi stayed silent, leaving this "treasure weapon" of unknown origin quite disappointed.
The heartās eye, wide open to senses, clearly perceived emotions like "hurt," "pitiful," "yearning," and the like.
"Alright, you can stay if you want, but you must be obedient."
Bai Qi couldnāt really let the cooked duck fly away, he beckoned, like teasing a puppy:
"Since weāve met, could you let me touch you?"
"Youāre not my master... alright, just a touch."
The three-foot blade initially wanted to refuse, yet still changed its mind.
It restrained its blazing brilliance, reverting to an ancient long sword.
Spinning around several times, it obediently flew into Bai Qiās hand, allowing him to stroke it freely.
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...
"Bai Qilang! Why can he touch the Nanming Li Fire? Thatās my sword! How outrageous!"
Chunyu Cultivator, hidden beside and observing secretly, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The Sword Sect disciple who witnessed this scene felt as if his heart was pierced by a hundred Divine Soldiers, becoming cold as ice.
Back then, to win the favor to nurture the Nanming Li Fire Sword, he secluded himself for three years!
This Divine Soldiers was exceptionally peculiar, with extremely high standards, even Senior Brother Mo couldnāt easily touch it!
"Let go of it!"
Chunyu Cultivator suddenly couldnāt keep calm, wishing to jump out and shout in anger, forcing him to let go.
But thinking he hadnāt figured out the situation yet, he gritted his teeth, endured, and continued to spy.
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...
"Feels alright, not icy cold, quite warm, comfortable to touch as well."
Bai Qi cupped it in both hands, stroking it from top to bottom.
The three-foot blade, initially permitting only one touch, seemed quite pleased, continually letting out a long hum.