In the previous life, you trapped me for six hundred years.

Now, has the wind and water shifted in turns?

Actually, Su Zhuyi couldn’t sense where the Liuguang Mirror was right now. In her previous life it was hidden by her heart, so she assumed it was probably near her heart now too.

However, as a dao artifact, the Liuguang Mirror definitely couldn’t be controlled by her with her just-breakthrough Golden Core cultivation, nor could she release Qin Jianglan. So what she needed to do now was to improve her strength first.

Might as well not think about it so much and focus on her current situation instead.

Old Dog Qin, you just wait slowly—I’m not in any hurry at all.

“Oh right, Little Senior Sister, Little Uncle also said…”

Said what? Su Zhuyi asked somewhat impatiently.

“He said you can’t randomly kill people, especially those who left their names in history, otherwise Uncle Heavenly Dao will punish you—the Heavenly Dao won’t tolerate it.”

Su Zhuyi curled her lip. She had known that long ago.

She had thought he might say something nice, but asking someone to pass along a message, it was all about telling her not to kill people randomly. Just like in the previous life, chanting the Heart-Calming Incantation for six hundred years, detailing her various crimes, just thinking about it was annoying.

…

Su Zhuyi looked around impatiently, tossing Old Dog Qin to the back of her mind.

What she needed to consider now was her sword and how she could leave the Sword Tomb with dignity.

Her storage bag was destroyed, her clothes were torn and tattered, her feet were bare, and the only magical treasure surviving on her was Little Skull’s Wuding Gourd. However, she couldn’t use that gourd, so she hadn’t stored anything she needed inside it. The sect master had clearly said that once you chose a sword, you would automatically be teleported out of the Sword Tomb, but she was still in the Sword Tomb—why exactly?

Since she hadn’t left, there was also an important matter to attend to. Before leaving, she wanted to get her revenge.

Su Zhuyi was the type who could kill anyone she found displeasing without blinking an eye. Since Hua Yining dared to ambush her, she must make her die without a complete corpse.

Su Zhuyi thought about things for a while.

When she looked up again, she found Little Skull still teary-eyed. Su Zhuyi said, “See that broken sword over there, the one covered in green rust? Go pick it up for me.”

Su Zhuyi pointed to the broken sword she had thrown away. “Right there.”

“Oh, okay.” Having something to do, Little Skull couldn’t bother being sad anymore. It ran pattering over to the broken sword, picked it up, and brought it to Su Zhuyi. “Little Senior Sister, here you go. How did this sword break? Can it be fixed?”

“I don’t know.” Su Zhuyi grabbed the broken sword in her hand. “Earlier, it seemed to clash with heavenly thunder, yet this sword wasn’t destroyed. It must have once been a good sword. The blade is so wide—it’s a broadsword. Its former owner was probably a man.”

“The swordsmiths of the past were all more skilled than today’s. It probably can’t be repaired.” She didn’t think much about it. When she nearly got pulled into the sword river, Su Zhuyi’s mind felt the resentment of countless swords. When she was about to be completely submerged, with even her head going under, she had a momentary burst of compassion and threw the broken sword out. But even so, her kindness was limited—since she had picked up this one, she’d take this one. There were still countless damaged swords in the Sword Tomb; she was too lazy to care about them.

“Why haven’t I been teleported away after getting this sword? Does it mean she can still take another sword?” Thinking of this, Su Zhuyi placed her hand on the azure pine again, infusing a thread of spiritual consciousness and asking, “I truly know that man who knows the Songfeng sword intent. He’s the most suitable for you. Come with me, and I’ll take you to find him.”

“I don’t need you to acknowledge me as master. I’m just taking you away from the graveyard to find your owner outside.”

The Songfeng Sword still did not react and didn’t respond to her.

But she wasn’t anxious anymore. When she said those words just now, Su Zhuyi wasn’t sincere enough anymore.

Now she no longer had such an urgent need for the Songfeng Sword. Originally, because Qin Jianglan was dead, she didn’t want him to be replaced, didn’t want his sword to fall into Qin Chuan’s hands, and wanted to keep the Songfeng Sword by her side. Now that Qin Jianglan was still alive, what did she need some damn sword for?

Moreover, now that she had calmed down, Su Zhuyi’s mindset had also changed somewhat.

When Qin Jianglan was dead, she felt that person was wonderful in every way—the white moonlight before her bed, the cinnabar mole on her heart, with only his beauty remaining in her memories.

Now that he was alive, after the excitement and joy passed, she calmed down, she quite wanted to kill him again.

Because Qin Jianglan couldn’t see through worldly love and affection, he never ascended even unto death in the previous life.

And she was someone who wanted to pursue the Great Dao and longevity. In Su Zhuyi’s heart, loving a dead person was much easier than loving a living one. With the passage of time, memories would eventually fade, and he would ultimately be forgotten by her. However, now he was still alive.

After racking her brains and struggling for so long, it all turned out to be wasted effort.

Su Zhuyi shook her head, deciding not to think about Qin Jianglan for now.

The best-known sword in this Sword Tomb was the Songfeng Sword. If she could take it away, that would be quite good. Now Qin Chuan couldn’t turn back and couldn’t get the Songfeng Sword—she couldn’t let it benefit others for nothing. Su Zhuyi was inherently black-hearted and had done plenty of bridge-burning. She looked at Little Skull, her eyes turning, and said, “This tree is about to fall into the cliff bottom.”

“Ah, really?” Little Skull looked carefully and found that most of the tree was outside the cliff, immediately nodding somewhat worriedly. “Ah, will it fall and die?”

“You pull it up, and we’ll plant it on Luoxue Peak, okay?” Little Skull had just pulled her out of the sword river—he was so strong. Though she couldn’t expect him to do bad things, pulling up a tree about to fall off a cliff should be no problem, right? Whether it could be pulled up or not, she had to try.

Little Skull was startled, then nodded. “Okay.” He was feeling sad inside and needed to find something to do to distract himself. When Little Senior Sister wasn’t angry and gave him tasks, he was especially happy. The pine tree was very large, but the trunk wasn’t very thick. Little Skull stretched out both arms and embraced it perfectly. He lifted upward with force, and pine needles rustled down like steel needles. Su Zhuyi had already hidden far away and wasn’t turned into a honeycomb by the pine needles. Little Skull’s bones were hard now and weren’t injured for the moment.

He took a horse stance, shouted, then pulled upward with force again.

The azure pine shook several times, quite a few rocks fell from the cliff edge, and a chunk collapsed outward.

Little Skull continued exerting force when suddenly he felt the large pine tree in his arms become thin. His whole body flew backward, his skeleton frame clattering as it hit the ground.

He had been holding a large tree—how did it become a sword?

Little Skull looked at the sword in his arms, was stunned for a moment, then said, “Little Uncle’s sword, this is Little Uncle’s sword.”

It rolled and got up, holding the Songfeng Sword up for Su Zhuyi to see. “Little Senior Sister, Little Uncle also has such a sword. All these patterns are the same. Are swords like this a pair?”

Su Zhuyi was slightly startled. “You’re saying Qin Jianglan has such a sword in his hand?”

She felt something seemed off, but couldn’t think of the reason at the moment. Su Zhuyi took the Songfeng Sword and gripped it in her hand, hearing the Songfeng Sword say, “I’ll go out with you.”

Now that was right…

It seemed she had taken the wrong approach from the start. Soft tactics didn’t work—she needed hard tactics.

Of course, without Little Skull, she couldn’t have used hard tactics at all.

“I’ll put the flying sword in the Wuding Gourd, and you can give it to me when I need it.” Su Zhuyi said. Though she couldn’t take things from the Wuding Gourd, Little Skull could, as long as it wasn’t the stone lotus platform inside the gourd.

“Mm.” Little Skull nodded.

Su Zhuyi put the Songfeng Sword into the Wuding Gourd, and she heard the Songfeng Sword give a light cry, obviously excited by the rich spiritual energy inside the gourd—that was where the spiritual veins and springs that nurtured mountain-river spirits were kept. Having stayed in a deathly graveyard for so many years, this reaction was understandable.

After putting away the Songfeng Sword, Su Zhuyi planned to throw the broken sword in her hand inside too, then wait a while longer. If no one came, she’d have to go cause trouble for Hua Yining while barely clothed.

But for some reason, the broken sword couldn’t be put into the Wuding Gourd at all, which slightly surprised her. Only then did Su Zhuyi gradually remember the broken sword’s strangeness.

Earlier when she held the broken sword, she had seemed to fall under a nightmare, which made her frantically circulate spiritual energy trying to break through, resulting in attracting the lightning tribulation.

So all the trouble she encountered was caused by the broken sword?

Was this broken sword evil?

Afterward, because of the tribulation, Little Skull’s return, and news of Qin Jianglan, she had forgotten about the real culprit. Now remembering her momentary kindness from before, Su Zhuyi felt as if she’d been slapped in the face.

Su Zhuyi sneered coldly. “The gourd doesn’t want to go in? I thought of a good place for you.”

The most suitable place for you.

She strode to the cliff edge, raised the broken sword in her hand, and hurled it high into the air.

That streak of azure light drew an arc in the air, flying high before falling into the cliff bottom. Su Zhuyi turned and walked toward Little Skull, only to see two small flames ignite in Little Skull’s eye sockets. “Little Senior Sister, watch out!”

Watch out for what?

Following Little Skull’s gaze, Su Zhuyi looked up.

The broken sword was falling from the sky with tremendous force, carrying an irresistible pressure just like the previous lightning tribulation! Su Zhuyi quickly activated the Shadow Without Trace movement technique. Though she was so fast, she still couldn’t dodge the broken sword.

Just like that, Su Zhuyi got a bump on her forehead from the impact, and blood flowed freely.

At that moment, she heard a cold snort. Like muffled thunder exploding in her mind, making her sea of consciousness surge with tumultuous waves.

“Hmph!”

It was the broken sword’s sword spirit!

This broken sword still had a sword spirit!

However, after that snort, it made no more sound. Su Zhuyi also discovered that the scenery before her eyes was distorting. She was about to be teleported out—after the broken sword was stained with her blood and invaded her sea of consciousness, she was about to be teleported out?

Just as she was about to be teleported out, Su Zhuyi saw a female cultivator arrive at the cliff edge…

She could have borrowed clothes, dignifiedly, and been teleported out beautifully! Even if she couldn’t get revenge temporarily, that would be fine—how could she be sent out in such a sorry state with her body in tatters?

Raising her hand to try to grab onto something was futile. Su Zhuyi only had time to call Little Skull back into the gourd before her vision went black. She seemed to hear countless sword cries in her ears. When she opened her eyes again, she had appeared outside the Sword Tomb.

Everyone’s gaze seemed somewhat different from what she had imagined. Su Zhuyi looked closely and found herself surrounded by a layer of pale azure mist.

…

The beauty was wrapped in azure light, as if shrouded in a layer of water curtain, hidden in misty green smoke. Though unclear and indistinct, it made people’s hearts itch even more, wishing they could get closer.

“Zhuyi, Zhuyi, what sword did you get?” Seeing Su Zhuyi emerge, the sect master asked extremely nervously.

How the hell would I know what sword it is?