What was the mechanism of the Heaven Fury Sword?

The extent to which its Fury Value increased was directly proportional to the risk its wielder would bear after going berserk.

Xiang Haikui had now preliminarily mastered how to distinguish whether her opponent was strong or weak based on the “Fury Value.”

When she issued a challenge and Heaven Fury lay flat like a salted fish, her opponent was most likely a weakling.

Conversely, if the Fury Value surged dramatically, she would probably be pummeled to death by her opponent.

Following this logic, before engaging in battle in the future, she would need to speak some boastful words to gauge her opponent’s strength and decide whether to fight or retreat.

Initially, Xiang Haikui thought that by cultivating the Heaven Fury, she would become a half-demon madwoman.

She was too young, too naive.

It turns out she would become an arrogant, domineering overlord.

Xiang Haikui grabbed the hilt of Heaven Fury with both hands, like clutching a live fish. No matter how it wiggled and struggled, she forcefully threw it into its box.

Just as she was about to close the box, Yin Changli half-squatted down, and the hand wearing the Tianren Buddhist prayer beads promptly pressed on the edge of the box, stopping her.

Heaven Fury seized the opportunity to leap out, with its tip pointing downward, poking at the ground like a cane as it hopped away.

Xiang Haikui looked up, meeting Yin Changli’s gaze.

The belt had broken, and he gathered his loose monk robe, overlapping it to close it: “Miss Xiang, tomorrow’s battle is truly important for you…”

His voice grew faint as he spoke.

Xiang Haikui couldn’t hear clearly what he was mumbling about. She frowned as she watched him withdraw his gaze, look down at the ground, and his cheeks were suspiciously flushed.

Xiang Haikui was stunned for a moment, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, frightening her so much she almost sat down on her bottom.

The boss had comprehended Heaven Fury’s intention!

Even more terrifying was that not only was he not angry, but he was willing to sacrifice himself heroically?

Had the boss turned into a saint after losing his memory?

Or was Lu Xiqiao right? Was he truly a masochist at heart, developing some special feelings for her after being abused?

What kind of bizarre development was this?

Xiang Haikui’s mind was in chaos. Her hand loosened, and the lid of the sword box fell, hitting Yin Changli’s hand.

He frowned from the impact but didn’t make a sound.

He hadn’t guessed it. It was Dao Chen, whom he had imprisoned in his sea of consciousness, who suddenly broke free from his restraints and spoke out in accusation.

Only then did he understand Heaven Fury’s intentions.

Dao Chen was still shouting angrily: “Yin Changli, this is my physical body!”

“With your soul power, you can engage in spiritual communion with her. I promise I won’t counterattack during your spiritual communion, but you absolutely must not use my physical body for anything disgusting!”

“Look what you’ve done to my monk’s robe!”

“I think you’re not just amnesiac; you must have been beaten stupid when you were injured!”

Yin Changli didn’t respond at all, sealing him away again.

While Xiang Haikui was still in a daze, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of her head—Heaven Fury had struck her with its hilt.

The light emanating from Heaven Fury now was like a dynamic light wave.

As if it were saying—

You stupid fool, hurry up and throw away those useless principles of propriety and shame!

You won’t get another chance like this!

Go for it, Xiang Haikui!

Seize the day when fortune smiles, eat well, drink well, and sleep with the boss!

She felt dizzy.

Heaven Fury’s excitement was affecting Xiang Haikui’s state of mind. After this intoxicating influence, her heart was racing wildly, inexplicably generating a sense of vertigo.

Did her heart stir? Of course it did.

This was no longer just a power bank, but a power plant!

Tomorrow’s battle was truly too important for her; it concerned her life and her father’s life, allowing no room for error.

Originally she had a sixty percent chance of victory, but if she conquered this power plant, it would increase to ninety percent.

As this treacherous thought arose, she boldly looked over at the boss.

But she saw a bald monk whose face, though exquisitely handsome, made her feel disgusted because of his previous actions. Her impulse was immediately extinguished.

She stood up, wanting to calm down, not allowing Heaven Fury’s madness to affect her state of mind.

She couldn’t let Heaven Fury lead her astray.

Just as she steadied herself, she saw the boss standing up as well.

That face she disliked gradually became blurry.

She widened her eyes, seeing a faintly glowing ethereal shadow overlay Dao Chen’s physical body.

It was the boss’s true self!

Was he planning to engage in spiritual communion with her?

What a lunatic.

“Miss Xiang…”

“Stop!” Xiang Haikui suddenly extended her hand like Er Kang, not considering that they were too close, and her palm landed directly on his chest.

She pushed Yin Changli’s soul back in.

Dao Chen broke through the seal again, almost shrieking: “I will chop off your hand!”

Xiang Haikui couldn’t hear him, and it wasn’t intentional. After tremblingly withdrawing her little hand, she said, “Senior, do you know why Heaven Fury is so excited? Because it knows that after you regain your memory, you will kill me.”

Yin Changli lowered his eyes, looking down at the tips of his shoes: “I am willing, I want to do something for Miss, to repay the kindness of saving my life.”

What the hell kindness of saving his life? Xiang Haikui’s head was hurting: “I explained to you before, you’ve confused the cause and effect relationship. I chopped you first, then saved you…”

Yin Changli looked up: “The chopping was an unintentional mistake. The saving was deliberate.”

It’s over, Xiang Haikui thought, looking at his clear and determined eyes, still carrying a bit of stubbornness that only belongs to youth, saying, “I have no way to repay this life-saving kindness, so I’ll stick with you for life.” She thought, it’s over.

Not only a masochist but also an obsessive.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and explained again: “Senior, your current state is equivalent to that of a patient…”

“I understand.” Yin Changli knew what she wanted to express, and he defended himself, “But I’ve only lost my memory, not my nature. My personality in the past should have been like this, too. Perhaps it was just covered up by some experiences I went through.”

“It wasn’t.” Xiang Haikui’s contact with him was brief, but Bai Xingxian’s wasn’t short.

Yin Changli thought of a solution and solemnly said: “Since Miss is so afraid of me, I’ll make a soul oath. If I harm Miss after regaining my memory, may I suffer…”

Oh my god! Xiang Haikui quickly stopped him, preventing him from continuing.

He might be crazy, but she wasn’t.

The boss even disdained a fairy like Xiang Tianqing, rejecting countless marriages arranged by the Heavenly Dao.

Would he be interested in her?

For the boss, when he looks back in the future, she will be his pillar of shame.

One must have some self-awareness and not get carried away just because of a little flattery.

Of course, she wasn’t being self-deprecating.

The boss was her benefactor; she couldn’t repay kindness with enmity.

Since she couldn’t reason with him, Xiang Haikui changed her approach: “Senior, I already have someone in my heart.”

Yin Changli’s lips trembled slightly, and sure enough, he no longer persisted.

Xiang Haikui heaved a long sigh and sat down cross-legged again.

Yin Changli said from behind, “Miss Xiang, please don’t misunderstand. I am merely concerned about your life-and-death battle tomorrow, with absolutely no personal motives…”

His voice was somewhat constrained, fearing she wouldn’t believe him and would think of him as a despicable person.

Xiang Haikui quickly nodded: “I understand.”

With a clatter, Heaven Fury fell to the ground, not lying flat like a salted fish, but emitting a red light like flames of anger.

With the decisive battle approaching, Xiang Haikui wanted to coax it, but she noticed that the Fury Value on the progress bar showed signs of decreasing.

What was it doing? Threatening her?

Xiang Haikui suddenly grew angry as well.

Her master had said that sword cultivators and their swords needed to adapt to each other. Through this period of adaptation, especially after what had just happened, she discovered that Heaven Fury was far too domineering.

True, she was a weakling who needed to rely on it, but who was the master and who was the servant? Had they gotten it backward?

No matter how powerful a divine sword was, it was ultimately the person who controlled the sword, not the sword controlling the person!

“You don’t plan to cooperate with me anymore, is that it?” She glared at Heaven Fury.

Heaven Fury sprang up from the ground, then crashed back down, colliding with the surface to make noise, even puffing black smoke like a steam train: Can’t deal with a fool like you, let’s break up!

She cursed: “Dream on! As long as I don’t die, you can’t leave me!”

Heaven Fury bounced on the ground with clanging sounds, like a troublesome child throwing a tantrum.

Yin Changli looked left and right, moved his lips toward Xiang Haikui’s back, but swallowed the words that came to his mouth and walked over to where Heaven Fury was having its tantrum.

He bent down to pick up Heaven Fury. The sword’s body trembled, seemingly in a rage.

Yin Changli pinched the sword blade with two fingers, and the prayer beads on his wrist released a benevolent light, wiping from the sword’s tail to its tip.

“Little Heaven Fury, you like her to be fierce, don’t you?”

“Think about it, now you’re her only support, yet she dares to defy even you. Isn’t that fierce enough?”

With this dual approach, Heaven Fury truly began to calm down.

The decrease in Fury Value stopped and suddenly surged forward by a large margin.

Xiang Haikui was taken aback, watching as Yin Changli came over with Heaven Fury, bent his left knee to half-squat, and smiled as he handed the sword to her: “Miss Xiang, please don’t be angry either. A sword is like a person; the greater its ability, the greater its temper tends to be. Just adapt to each other gradually…”

Xiang Haikui took the sword, feeling something was odd.

Just a moment ago, the relationship between the three of them was like a matchmaker trying to arrange a marriage.

In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into parents quarreling with their child, mediating?