But it wasn’t that serious.

In her previous life, she had never seen Yue Liangze at Tianji, much less had a reason to send letters there.

But in this life, the only person who could have intercepted her letters was Yun Shouxi.

Fourteen letters, not a single one delivered—it was too heartless.

Ling Luo’s eyes gleamed with coldness, making Chu Yi frown.

“Why are you asking about this? Is the person who broke your window so formidable that you need to call your Master to help you take revenge?”

Chu Yi’s inquiry brought Ling Luo back to reality.

She glanced at the window and said, “That picture-skin spirit cat.”

Understanding, Chu Yi narrowed his eyes and said, “Quite bold. What, are you going to make it pay again?”

Ling Luo said, “Junior Uncle will come to fix it later.”

Chu Yi: “…”

He said, “I just asked Zhan Rong about it. Do you know who that person is?”

Ling Luo went inside, sat down, and leaned over by the window with an expression that silently awaited his next words.

“Someone from the Sacred Sword Sect. Don’t get too close,” Chu Yi advised with rare sincerity. “Even the slightest connection will lead to wild speculation.”

Ling Luo said, “Am I a child?”

Chu Yi: “You are.”

“Senior Brother,” Ling Luo narrowed her eyes with an ambiguous smile, “How was your cherry blossom viewing in the Cherry Grove tonight?”

Hearing her tone, Chu Yi knew she was up to no good, and answered lazily, “More beautiful than your Ying Xi.”

“Don’t just focus on the flowers, also appreciate the moon in the sky,” Ling Luo pointed toward the night sky. “Tonight’s moon is a rare sight.”

Chu Yi, who had been relaxed until now, unconsciously straightened his posture.

He glanced at Ling Luo with scrutiny.

Completely unafraid, Ling Luo continued smiling and said, “Big and round, high above—”

“Look up,” said Chu Yi. “Where is it round?”

Ling Luo looked up.

The moon was half-hidden in clouds, just a splash of brilliant light and shadow.

“As long as it’s beautiful,” she said, looking back.

But Chu Yi was still gazing at the moon in the sky.

It was concealed in dark clouds, its light scattered, as if struggling.

It reminded him of the person he had seen in the Cherry Grove tonight.

“Senior Brother.” Ling Luo called his attention back, pointing, “Don’t stand there. Someone will be coming to fix the window soon, and you’re in the way.”

Chu Yi: “…”

He truly didn’t know if she was Tianji’s junior sister or the Sacred Sword Sect’s.

Chu Yi gave Ling Luo a contemptuous look, then turned and went back to his room.

Yue Liangze was still in Taichu’s Inner Court.

Taichu’s Second Elder came to discuss matters with him and also to see the Sacred Sword Sect’s new disciple who had entered the secular world.

Guai Ci had once said he would only take four disciples.

The First Disciple had never appeared in public. After the Second Disciple was injured and returned to the sect, it was the Third Disciple who handled affairs.

Few people now knew Yue Liangze’s identity.

Zhan Rong and others only knew he came with the Sacred Sword Sect, but not that he was also Immortal Master Guai Ci’s disciple.

The Second Elder came partly to discuss business and partly to assess what kind of person this new disciple was.

Unlike his two older martial brothers who had appeared in the secular world, this man’s emotions were difficult to read, yet he seemed more approachable than his brothers, with a relatively gentle attitude.

But soon the Second Elder realized that was an illusion.

This person simply concealed his sharpness.

“The grand meeting begins tomorrow. Disciples from the Twelve Great Immortal Sects have traveled thousands of miles to attend the banquet. We must naturally ensure their peace and safety, preventing any incidents.”

Yue Liangze said, “My Third Senior Brother has already discussed this with the Grand Elder and will be vigilant in the coming days.”

The Second Elder rose and said, “Then we’ll trouble you with this.”

Yue Liangze slightly bowed his head, watching the other leave.

The big cat tiptoed on the windowsill, finally managing to climb up with effort. It sniffed the food aroma in the air, then turned to look at Yue Liangze standing in the courtyard.

Yue Liangze was gazing toward the main gate.

His Third Senior Brother, Bai Cang, entered carrying a small jar of wine, with a relaxed and casual demeanor.

“I heard you met that girl who never replied to your letters,” Bai Cang said, putting his arm around Yue Liangze’s shoulders with a smile. “First compensating with a sword, then fixing windows.”

Yue Liangze glanced at the large cat on the window, and it swiftly slipped inside.

“The sword broke during a duel, and the window needs fixing because A-Fu went to frighten her,” Yue Liangze said calmly. “It also runs a shady business.”

“That’s not a shady business! I don’t!” the big cat poked its head out from the window to shout. “Master, I don’t!”

Bai Cang turned to look and beckoned to it with a finger.

The big cat vanished in a flash.

“Dinner is ready,” Yue Liangze entered the room and placed portioned dishes into a food box.

Bai Cang stood beside him, watching, and asked, “Where are you taking it?”

“To fix the window,” Yue Liangze said. “This portion is for her.”

Bai Cang leaned against the door, leisurely removing the seal from the wine jar, and said, “I’m telling you, Brother, she hasn’t replied to you with even half a word.”

Yue Liangze picked up the food box: “She didn’t receive them.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?” Bai Cang narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Yue Liangze nodded and walked past him to leave.

Bai Cang gently shook his head and took a drink: “Some strange things have infiltrated Taichu. Be careful yourself.”

The night was still long, and there was some distance from the Inner Court to the West Courtyard.

Yet Yue Liangze moved quickly, precisely avoiding all patrolling disciples, silently entering the West Courtyard.

Ling Luo was leaning by the window playing with a jade listener when she caught sight of someone entering the courtyard and put it away.

With smiling eyes, she pressed a finger to her lips and said, “My Senior Brother has already gone to bed. Please keep your voice down so you don’t wake him.”

Chu Yi, still playing with the jade listener in the next room: “?”

Initially, he hadn’t cared, but now he couldn’t help but listen to the movements outside.

Yue Liangze made a sound of acknowledgment. Standing outside the window, he handed the food box to Ling Luo: “Eat while it’s hot.”

Ling Luo hadn’t eaten all evening, waiting for this teriyaki chicken rice made by Yue Liangze.

The aroma of food spread as she opened the box. In the next room, Chu Yi expressionlessly took some paper to plug his nose.

A large paper window was half-broken, with the fixed window frame also snapped.

Yue Liangze looked at it for a moment, then used his sword to pry out the window nails from the upper row.

Ling Luo bit her chopsticks, but her gaze fell on the long sword wrapped in black cloth before her, her eyes flickering with emotion.

Yue Liangze, still prying the window nails, said softly, “This sword is called Wusheng.”

Where the sword passes, nothing is born.

A sword with extremely heavy killing intent.

“This fine cloth is called Duan Yi, also Wusheng’s scabbard,” he explained, seeing Ling Luo staring at the sword. “Only it can suppress Wusheng’s ferocious energy.”

It was an entity above Divine Martial, possessing its sword spirit.

If one couldn’t tame it, they would be consumed by the sword’s ferocity, becoming its slave.

Not just the owner, but enemies too.

In her previous life, Ling Luo had never seen Wusheng unsheathed.

Duan Yi constantly wrapped the entire blade, and even she had only managed to cut through eight layers of the black cloth.

But later, Yue Liangze rarely fought with her, so Ling Luo never had the opportunity to battle against an unsheathed Wusheng.

When was the last time she saw Yue Liangze use Wusheng in her memory?

It was at the Snow River in South Mountain.

When she killed someone while possessed by demonic energy, the black sword tip entered her vision, pointing at her.

That day, she cut through eight layers of Duan Yi wrapped around Wusheng.

The eight layers of Duan Yi scattered, fluttering in the fierce wind. All around were sounds of wailing, and behind her, buildings were being devoured by a sea of fire.

The people of the Immortal Sects all retreated, with only one person standing at the forefront.

Ling Luo said, “If you want to stop me, then draw your sword. Let me see if the sword spirit Wusheng, above Divine Martial, is truly as unrelenting as the legends say.”

Firelight flickered in his eyes.

When Yue Liangze grasped the eight layers of Duan Yi fluttering in the wind, Ling Luo thought he would unsheathe his sword, but instead, she saw him rewrap the scattered Duan Yi.

At that moment, Ling Luo truly wanted to laugh.

This person annoyed her.

Even at such a critical moment, he wouldn’t draw his sword, still concerned that the people around couldn’t withstand Wusheng’s lethal energy, fearing they would be consumed by Wusheng and become slaves to the sword spirit.

Holding the world’s most lethal sword, yet never unsheathing it to protect others.

Utterly foolish, useless, worthless kindness.

Ling Luo, feeling increasingly angry due to the demonic energy growing within her heart, used only killing moves in their fight.

That day she wounded Yue Liangze and left.

She never saw him use Wusheng again.

After recalling the past, Ling Luo’s expression became peculiar when looking at Wusheng again.

She raised her head to look at Yue Liangze and said, “Have you considered changing to a different sword?”

Without even blinking, Yue Liangze replied, “No consideration needed.”

Ling Luo: “Why not!”

“It’s quite good,” Yue Liangze finished prying the upper row of window nails and bent down to work on the lower row.

Ling Luo took a bite of meat, her cheeks bulging as she asked, “What’s good about it?”

“Light, good feel,” Yue Liangze worked unhurriedly yet skillfully. “No one but me can use it, prevents theft, and I don’t worry if I lose it—it comes back on its own.”

Ling Luo: “…”

When put that way, it did sound quite useful.

Yue Liangze thought for a moment, then added, “It also intimidates some demons and prevents them from approaching, can protect against toxins in heavily yin-energy mist barriers, and can easily break through certain curse arrays.”

Ling Luo picked at her rice grains, thinking to herself: if Wusheng is so good, why did you stop using it later?

Could it be that he couldn’t accept that she had cut through the eight layers of Duan Yi?

At Tianzhao Mountain, Ling Luo had also asked Yue Liangze, but he had said: “Wusheng is difficult to control, so I’m not using it for now.”

Ling Luo thought to herself: you’re lying! Wusheng obeys you like you’re its father, how could it be difficult to control!

Feeling Yue Liangze didn’t want to answer, she hadn’t pressed further.

Now, hearing Yue Liangze praise Wusheng again, Ling Luo’s mood became increasingly complex.

Ling Luo said, “I want to touch it.”

Yue Liangze looked up at her.

Ling Luo pointed at Wusheng and said, “The sword.”

Yue Liangze handed the sword to her.

Ling Luo tapped the sword’s body with her fingertip and said, “I think this sword isn’t good.”

Yue Liangze blinked, looking slightly confused, and asked her, “What’s not good about it?”

Ling Luo said, “It can’t protect you.”

When you use it, you’re always concerned about hurting others and can’t unsheathe it.

Even when fighting against me in my demonic state, you had reservations, which is why you were injured so badly.

How can a sword that requires you to protect others but can’t protect you be any good?

Yue Liangze had never heard someone speak about Wusheng like this before and was stunned.

In the next room, Chu Yi paused, then expressionlessly got up to find something to plug his ears.

Ling Luo lightly flicked the sword’s body with her finger. Even through Duan Yi, one could hear the clear ringing sound of the sword.

“Think about it carefully!” Ling Luo withdrew her hand, looking at Yue Liangze with smiling eyes. “Switch to a sword that can protect you.”