“Songfeng Sword intent, quickly come out and find your daddy!” Su Zhuyi said.

However, the Zhuxin Curse at her chest did not react at all, and the Songfeng Sword qi didn’t appear again either.

Generally speaking, the Songfeng Sword’s intent only stirred when she encountered mortal danger, so its lack of response now was within expectations, though it left Su Zhuyi quite regretful.

The densely packed flying swords had an extremely strong oppressive force, as if being scrutinized by countless pairs of eyes. Su Zhuyi felt her back tingling and her body feeling chilly. These flying swords might indeed hide spirit swords. Even if the flying swords didn’t have complete sword spirits, some broken swords still carried their previous masters’ obsessions or unwillingness, so her sensing countless prying gazes wasn’t strange—there were sword spirits or broken sword intents examining her.

Earlier, the sect master had mentioned that if a disciple with extremely high sword dao talent and steady sword heart on Sword Mountain’s path entered the Sword Tomb, many flying swords might appear circling them. Su Zhuyi stood in place for a while and found that not a single flying sword approached her. She twitched her lips, thinking to herself: Don’t these flying swords look at faces?

Then Su Zhuyi divided her spiritual sense into many strands, planning to see if the Songfeng Sword was hidden here.

Or perhaps she didn’t need to search herself?

Since the Heavenly Dao had arranged for Qin Chuan to fill the gap, she could follow behind Qin Chuan and wait for him to find the Songfeng Sword, then strike when the mantis catches the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Thinking this way, this method seemed more reliable. However, since Qin Chuan hadn’t entered yet, Su Zhuyi still planned to look around first.

Who knew that as soon as she extended her spiritual sense and it landed on a sword, she felt the flying sword buzz and vibrate.

These flying swords were densely inserted in the mountain walls, touching each other. When one flying sword vibrated, it caused other flying swords to vibrate. The flying swords on all four walls vibrated together, making the entire Sword Mountain shake…

The vibration amplitude grew larger and larger. In that instant, Su Zhuyi instinctively thought that some flying sword had taken a liking to her and wanted to fly to her side.

But when those vibrations caused some flying swords to emit soft chimes, and the chimes combined, faintly resembling dragon roars, Su Zhuyi inexplicably felt her eyelid twitch.

Earlier on the sword path, when she encountered sword singing and dragon roars, was it these flying swords vibrating together? At that time, just because she was thinking about killing people on the sword path, thinking she didn’t care about the sword dao and didn’t love swords, the sword shadows went berserk, Sword Mountain shook and roared, nearly making her fall from the sword path. Now she was right inside Sword Mountain, these flying swords were right before her, and the flying swords hanging overhead were rotating left and right, seeming about to fall at any moment…

Su Zhuyi’s scalp tingled. This, this, this damn thing was sword collapse?

Where could she hide?

Seeing several flying swords falling, Su Zhuyi’s heart turned cold. With no escape routes in all directions, she could only fly out from that bowl-sized sky above! She stepped on the Qingfeng Sword, wanting to fly out on her sword, but who knew the Qingfeng Sword beneath her feet seemed out of her control. The Qingfeng Sword wasn’t her natal magical treasure and had no sword spirit, so she didn’t know what had gone wrong. Presumably, having entered this Sword Tomb, the flying swords encountered their relatives, and all started disobeying their masters.

Sword flying didn’t work, so Su Zhuyi summoned her hoe, stepped on it with one hand, supporting the handle. Then she discovered that relying on any magical treasure to fly up wouldn’t work—any magical treasure was difficult to control under the resonance of ten thousand swords. Perhaps only natal magical treasures that communicated with their master’s intentions could resist these surging sword intentions.

Seeing those flying swords about to fall, Su Zhuyi hesitated no more. Gripping the Qingfeng Sword in her right hand and the Straw Man in her left, she touched her toes and leaped into the air, stepping on falling broken swords to borrow force and push off, flying up several more zhang.

Since flying magical treasures couldn’t be used, she would step on flying swords and climb up all the way!

Flying swords fell from overhead, while others shot out from stone walls. She gripped the Qingfeng Sword, dodging left and blocking right, deflecting oncoming flying swords. Spiritual energy gathered at her feet as she sprinted upward while also using her Shadowless Steps, successfully avoiding many flying sword attacks.

But only halfway up, she saw those swords falling densely like rain. Su Zhuyi immediately felt that with this barrage coming down, she would be turned into a sieve by ten thousand swords.

All she said was that she didn’t like swords and didn’t care about the sword dao!

She cursed in her heart. Can’t I like them now?

This kind of last-minute affection couldn’t satisfy Sword Mountain’s sword spirits. Seeing flying swords smashing down overwhelmingly, with nowhere to dodge, she could only charge forward.

Su Zhuyi let out a long roar, dancing the flying sword in her hand impenetrably, planning to charge through that sword wall.

Just at the moment of collision, Su Zhuyi discovered that those flying swords suddenly slowed down. They paused in mid-air for a moment, then quietly floated in the air. Some even directly stuck back to the walls, suddenly becoming well-behaved and restrained.

She didn’t know what happened.

Nor dared she be distracted to see what happened.

Su Zhuyi circulated her spiritual energy to the utmost, desperately leaping over the sword wall. Her body crossed that patch of sword shadows without a moment’s pause, flying out of Four-Sided Mountain like a fire phoenix, flying out of that bowl-sized sky. Only then did she look down.

Qin Chuan stood at the bottom of the well, also looking up at her. His eyes were bright, seemingly gathering starlight in his pupils, clear and bright even from such a distance. In this sword path trial, he had climbed up step by step steadily. Her lead hadn’t affected him at all. Because when he set foot on the sword path, there were only swords in his eyes.

This was Qin Jianglan from the beginning of her previous life. He walked Qin Jianglan’s path, so Qin Chuan must also be extremely excellent. It’s just that he wasn’t him.

At this moment, some flying swords glowing with spiritual light circled before Qin Chuan, swaying left and right toward him as if waiting for him to choose…

Just like an earthly emperor with three thousand beauties in his harem, those flying swords were all his beauties, waiting for him to flip their cards and favor them…

How could the gap between people be so large?

Su Zhuyi wanted to spit down at him. This demoness had fought wild dogs for food in her previous life’s childhood. Being too weak when young and bullied by others, she could only spit in secret. She was never elegant because no one taught her elegance. Later, after becoming a demoness, she was used to doing as she pleased. Though she rarely made such gestures for beauty’s sake, when annoyed but temporarily unable to deal with someone, she still often had such thoughts.

Her lips moved, then Su Zhuyi thought, forget it, at least she got out. The moment she flew out, Su Zhuyi suddenly thought: what if the Songfeng Sword was down there? Her body had already flown out of Four-Sided Mountain, and there was a rule in the Sword Tomb that once you passed through, you couldn’t turn back.

If the immortal sword was down there and Qin Chuan obtained it, he certainly wouldn’t continue forward and would leave the Sword Tomb himself. Wouldn’t she have no way then?

Thinking this, Su Zhuyi immediately reached back to grab, wanting to grasp the mouth of Four-Sided Mountain’s well. However, when she turned back, she was shocked to find that behind her, Four-Sided Mountain was gone.

And she was at the edge of a cliff.

She had flown off the cliff and was falling toward the bottom.

Su Zhuyi’s heart first panicked, then the next moment, a mass of jade green crashed into her eyes, making them light up.

She exerted force with her hands, thrusting the Qingfeng Sword heavily into the cliff face, slightly reducing her falling momentum. But there seemed to be a force at the bottom of the cliff pulling at her, like playing tug-of-war. She circulated spiritual energy, wanting to fly upward, but still couldn’t resist the pulling force from below the cliff.

The Qingfeng Sword in her hand even sparked against the cliff face, but still didn’t stop her continued descent. After scraping nearly a zhang’s distance with clattering sounds, Su Zhuyi saw cracks appearing on the Qingfeng Sword’s blade. The cracks rapidly expanded as if the blade would shatter at any moment.

Too fast! Although the Qingfeng Sword wasn’t a spirit sword, it was at least a high-grade treasure sword! Yet it was so fragile!

With a crisp crack, seeming to hear a sword’s cry, the Qingfeng Sword broke in half, and she fell backward, dropping straight down.

In desperation, Su Zhuyi used her Great Grappling Technique, her spiritual energy grasping the trunk of a green pine at the cliff’s edge. Then she released her sword, using the pulling force of the grappling technique to leap upward.

That pine tree standing proudly at the cliff’s edge was the Songfeng Sword.

Not in the form of a flying sword, but intuition told her that was the Songfeng Sword.

The Songfeng Sword stood at the cliff’s edge, towering and unshakeable, naturally unafraid of that mysterious force at the bottom. The question was whether it was willing to help her.

It was currently a tree.

But it was an immortal sword with a sword spirit.

Su Zhuyi shouted, “On the sword path, you must have sensed my sword intent. My sword intent is called Songfeng Sword intent—aren’t we very fated? Pull me up!”

She wished the Songfeng Sword intent in the Zhuxin Curse would quickly emerge. “Son, quickly call daddy!”

Could it be that it felt her current danger wasn’t enough, so the Songfeng Sword qi wouldn’t appear? At the critical moment, Su Zhuyi felt the green pine branch her Great Grappling Technique was grasping shake twice. It just trembled lightly, seeming to drop some green pine needles that fell all over her head and face, slightly prickly.

She could barely keep her eyes open.

But just then, Su Zhuyi felt the pulling force below weaken considerably. At the same time, the slightly curved pine trunk seemed to have a dragging force that gently pulled her upward. Su Zhuyi’s heart leaped with joy as she bounced up with that force, landing steadily at the cliff’s edge.

This was the Songfeng Sword.

She hadn’t expected the Songfeng Sword to be a pine tree in the Sword Tomb.

Most people probably couldn’t imagine it either. Otherwise, with such a conspicuous green pine, why could only Qin Jianglan take it away when people entered the Sword Tomb every thirty years?

Looking at the green pine before her, Su Zhuyi’s face showed a faint smile, as if all her fatigue had been swept away.

She had come for the Songfeng Sword, and now she had found it.

Su Zhuyi’s hand gently pressed against the trunk, lightly caressing it. Her expression also appeared very tender, her eyes seeming to ripple like autumn water. In that warm, gentle light was an unprecedented tender affection.

“Qin Jianglan.” Su Zhuyi looked up at the verdant green above, chuckling twice. “I found your sword.”

This Heavenly Dao wants Qin Chuan to replace your life.

I can only remember you this way.

She slightly closed her palm, curving her fingers to grasp, wanting to hold the Songfeng Sword in her hand. However, with this grasp, it didn’t move.

The green pine remained that green pine, growing tall and straight at the cliff’s edge, facing the wind and proud of the snow.

Even though it had saved her life, pulling her up from the cliff bottom, it had no intention of leaving with her.

Because it knew that the sword’s intent wasn’t emitted by the sword in her hands at all.

She might be able to deceive those watching cultivators outside, but she couldn’t fool the myriad sword spirits. So not a single sword chose her.

It was the same.

It would stand here forever, waiting for someone whose heart communicated with its own.

Even if it slept in the Sword Tomb for a thousand years, ten thousand years, or millions of years, it would keep waiting.