Su Zhuyi didn’t care about what swords others could obtain. She didn’t want to wait at the mountain foot to watch, and with this time available, she might as well do something serious.

What was serious business?

Since the trajectory of fate would ultimately draw closer to her previous life, she wanted to know whether the people from the Su family were dead now. If they weren’t dead, she’d better go make up for it with a few extra strikes. Similarly, she also wanted to know whether Zhang Enning had truly subdued the old tree and mastered Ji Wuxin’s corpse-controlling magic, temporarily replacing Qinghe.

She also wanted to know whether Su Qingxun was alive or dead, and whether she had survived in the Xueluo Sect.

Originally, disciples of the Gujian Sect couldn’t leave the mountain for a hundred years after entering the sect. Since there was now an opportunity to go down the mountain, she had to go out and investigate no matter what, and couldn’t waste this opportunity in vain. As for Hua Yining, who dared to ambush her, the Sword Tomb would have been the best opportunity for revenge, but it was ruined by the Broken Sword. Now that Hua Yining had come out of the Sword Tomb, she was also being guarded by her father, so Su Zhuyi couldn’t find a chance to strike. She wouldn’t take risks herself – when she returned, she’d just mention it to Qinghe.

Hadn’t he said that if there were people she couldn’t deal with, she should just tell him directly?

Thinking of Qinghe, Su Zhuyi’s eyes lit up, and then her heart churned with excitement. She asked the Broken Sword, “Since you’ve lived for so long, do you know the Longquan Sword?”

“And, and, have you heard of the Liuguang Mirror?”

The Broken Sword didn’t respond to her, not even bothering to hum once.

The Songfeng Sword also didn’t make a sound. It was Little Skull who pinched Su Zhuyi’s palm with his little finger, “Big sister, it even forgot its name.”

Su Zhuyi: “…”

She knew it had forgotten, but deep in her heart she still held a trace of unrealistic hope. What if, what if it still remembered something, or after so many years with so many disciples entering Sword Mountain, they might have heard a little bit about the Longquan Sword and Liuguang Mirror?

For instance, someone thinking on the sword path, “I want to obtain an immortal sword and exterminate the evil sword Longquan,” and so on…

Well, it was indeed wishful thinking.

Su Zhuyi felt that the shocks she’d received these past two days were too great. She needed to recite some calming incantations to settle her mind and take a good rest. However, thinking it over, she asked the Songfeng Sword again, “Is it that you’re all quite afraid of it? Originally, each person in the Sword Tomb could only take one sword, but I was able to bring you out too. It’s because of its influence, right?”

Because it was the earliest sword in the Sword Tomb, and this tomb was built for it, it could also make decisions and changes. Wouldn’t that make it more powerful than all other flying swords? Could it command other flying swords?

“If…”

Su Zhuyi frowned and asked, “If the sword chosen by someone inside has a sword spirit, could it make that sword spirit not listen to its master?”

When ancestors speak, someone has to listen, right? It’s said that sword spirits are mostly quite pure and naive.

Su Zhuyi added, “Previously, when I was going through my Golden Core tribulation, a female cultivator took the opportunity to try to ambush me. I have no evidence, so now I have no way to get revenge. But I almost died because of her, and I’m not willing to let it go.” As she spoke, tears were almost flowing from Su Zhuyi’s eyes.

Little Skull was stunned and asked blankly, “Someone wants to harm big sister?”

When he struggled emotionally, the bones on his face could shift position. His cheekbones moved again and again, and after a long while, he said, “Then, then, then I want to hit her too.”

The word “kill” – he still couldn’t say it.

The Songfeng Sword fell silent. Even the Broken Sword stopped humming.

Su Zhuyi decided to calm down and stop overthinking.

Thinking about it was useless anyway. She handed the Songfeng Sword to Little Skull, “I need to go out for a while. You take the sword back to Luoxue Peak – Xiaoxiao misses you.”

“She can’t eat or sleep every day and has gotten thin from hunger.”

Xiaoxiao misses him?

He misses Xiaoxiao so much, too.

But Little Skull still asked blankly, “Then big sister isn’t going back?”

“Mm, I have some business. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Then what do I do with the sword?”

“Practice swordwork with it. All disciples of Luoxue Peak need to know how to use swords. Big sister knows how, Qinghe knows how, I know how too. Are you the only one who doesn’t?” Su Zhuyi felt a headache coming on. Coaxing children was too troublesome. Seeing that Little Skull wanted to ask more questions, her expression showed some impatience, and she said coldly, “When I tell you to go back first, just go back. Won’t you even listen to me anymore?”

What had he learned from Qin Jianglan in the past half year?

Previously, she had always been the absolute authority in front of Little Skull. Except for that matter with the yellow dog, where Little Skull had persisted a bit, in other matters, once she spoke, he would immediately and obediently comply. Now he even knew how to ask questions back.

She saw Little Skull silently bring out one of his claws that had been hidden behind his back, “But, but I have a sword too.”

It was a completely pitch-black short sword. Rather than calling it a sword, it looked more like a dagger. It looked at Su Zhuyi somewhat timidly, “I have a sword. It says its name is Zhuying.”

Su Zhuyi had never noticed that Little Skull had also taken a sword from the Sword Tomb.

And this sword even had a sword spirit and had already communicated with Little Skull?

“Then help me take it back and put it together with that stone tablet at Qin Jianglan’s place.”

“Little uncle’s sword should stay with little uncle?” Little Skull asked again.

“Mm.” After saying this, Su Zhuyi patted Little Skull’s head twice, “Be careful on the way back, and cover yourself up well.”

“Oh.”

Only after sending Little Skull away did Su Zhuyi breathe a sigh of relief.

Sending Little Skull and the Songfeng Sword away was also unavoidable. Little Skull was pure and kind-hearted, and the Songfeng Sword seemed to have a gentle temperament, but it was inherently righteous. If she went to kill people, she might be stopped by Little Skull while also making the Songfeng Sword develop a bad impression of her.

The Songfeng Sword hadn’t acknowledged a master – she had only brought the sword out.

Such an immortal sword, even without a master, could still eliminate evil and uphold justice. If she brought Little Skull and carried an immortal sword to kill people, she might be hugged around the waist by Little Skull, preventing her from going, or directly chopped down by the Songfeng Sword.

So she absolutely couldn’t bring these two with her. As for the Broken Sword, it had tricked her from the beginning, so it wasn’t anything good. She didn’t need to avoid it, and besides, she couldn’t avoid it even if she wanted to. She couldn’t even take the Broken Sword out now – she only knew that the broken sword had become a sheet of azure light. Where could she go to grab that light?

She couldn’t even kill people freely and had to avoid her own spirit pet and magical treasure. In this life, she appeared to be living gloriously on the surface, but was quite frustrated.

Looking down at her chest area, that golden foil flashed so brightly it made her eyes hurt. She asked softly, “What about you?”

What kind of world is it where you are?

How do you live there?

The Liuguang Mirror was a Dao artifact, meaning it could rival the Heavenly Dao. Having a small world inside it with other people living there wouldn’t be strange. That world was like a small paradise – did they know they were living inside a mirror?

Or perhaps there were other possibilities she couldn’t think of?

After finishing her serious business and returning to Luoxue Peak, she would have a good chat with Little Skull, having him break down the details of his life over the past half year bit by bit and tell her everything, to see if she could discover anything.

As Su Zhuyi walked and thought, she had just stepped out of the cabin when she was slightly startled herself. She had clearly warned herself to throw that old dog Qin to the back of her mind, so how had she unconsciously thought of him again?

Realizing this, the murderous aura around her became several times heavier. There were so many examples in this world of people who abandoned the great path and longevity because they became obsessed with romantic love. The great demon Ji Wuxin could have dominated the world, but he went and sacrificed himself. In her previous life, Qin Jianglan could have ascended, but for her sake, it also didn’t end well. So how could she fall too deeply into emotion?

Maybe this time, when she went out, she should find a transcendently handsome man to divert her attention? With a fresh and delicious living person by her side, she surely wouldn’t keep thinking about that guy, right?

Su Zhuyi thought again of the green silk ribbon on Qin Jianglan’s head and suddenly laughed out loud. She walked with a smile to the foot of the mountain, came before the sect master, and expressed her idea of wanting to leave for a few days and return to the sect later.

“Disciples of the Gujian Sect are not allowed to leave the mountain privately within a hundred years. This is a rule that all of us must follow since the founding of our sect.” On this point, the usually easy-going sect master was very insistent, because disciples of the Gujian Sect were all sword-nurturing in the early stages and had very poor strength. If something went wrong accidentally, it would be too regrettable.

“But doesn’t Luoxue Peak have to follow any rules?”

“This is one rule that even Luoxue Peak must follow. Your master Luo Ying didn’t leave Luoxue Peak for five hundred years, and your senior brother didn’t leave the mountain for the first three hundred years. You’re only in your teens in bone age now. If we lost you, when you go back, wouldn’t your senior brother tear apart all of us old bones?” Elder Hu said with a chuckle.

“I know the elders are also worried about the disciple’s safety.” Su Zhuyi said, “But I’m already at the Golden Core stage and have the power to protect myself, so there won’t be any danger.” She lowered her head, her eyes slightly reddening, “I, I just want to go see if I can still find any relatives.”

Golden Core stage!

When Su Zhuyi came out of the Sword Tomb earlier, her entire body was shrouded in a layer of azure light, making it impossible to see her clearly, let alone her cultivation level. Although everyone was talking with her now, their spiritual consciousness was firmly locked onto the Sword Tomb exit. It had been a whole day, and except for Su Zhuyi, not a single disciple had come out. This situation had never happened before and was quite worrying, so much so that they hadn’t noticed at all that she had broken through Foundation Establishment and condensed a Golden Core.

“Didn’t see any thunder tribulation,” Elder Hu said puzzledly. Yi Lian, beside him, widened his eyes, with the Golden Sparrow still perched on his shoulder. The little bird now had its beak wide open, looking completely stunned. Yi Lian said, “Don’t tell me you went through tribulation in the Sword Tomb?”

“Mm.” Su Zhuyi nodded.

“Going through tribulation in the Sword Tomb!” He asked while raising his hand to create a barrier, then continued, “You went through tribulation in the Sword Tomb? You didn’t encounter sword collapse?”

In a place like the Sword Tomb, causing heavenly thunder with such a huge commotion – wouldn’t those flying swords be like an avalanche? The disciples from various sects inside would be in danger…

Elder Qiu was worried, “This is bad. I wonder what the situation is like inside.”

“There was no sword collapse.” After her tribulation, there were no abnormalities at all. She had even rested under the pine tree for so long.

Just then, two figures appeared one after another at the foot of Sword Mountain. Seeing them appear, many people gathered around to inquire. The sect master and elders of the Gujian Sect all breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed they had worried too much.

In Su Zhuyi’s mind, the Broken Sword’s long-absent humming finally appeared again.

Broken Sword: “Hmph.”

With it there, who dared to collapse?