The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

On the second day, Chao Zhao was personally led by Ji Wushe to the back mountain of Jianhua Immortal Sect.

Seeing Ji Wushe leading the way with ease, Chao Zhao felt hopeless and simply gave up struggling.

At the entrance of the sword tomb, Feng Qi and Qin Liao had already been waiting there.

Watching the master and disciple walking slowly towards him, Feng Qi habitually communicated with Qin Liao through telepathy.

[Sure enough, my uncle is better at raising children than us.]

[.........]

Qin Liao remained silent and did not comment.

When Chao Zhao was a child, he was indeed more terrifying than a naughty kid because they couldn't muster up any emotion of blame at all.

Ji Wushe quickly brought Chao Zhao to them.

Fengqi smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid, go in."

"Ah."

Chao Zhao agreed, then quickly turned to look at Ji Wushe, "I'll be out soon, Master, don't drink secretly."

"......Know."

Being disciplined by his own young disciple in front of his nephew, and noticing the teasing look from Feng Qi, Ji Wushe coughed uncomfortably.

When Chao Zhao's figure disappeared at the entrance, Feng Qi immediately stopped smiling and asked seriously, "Uncle Master, how do you feel?"

The Soul Herb was immediately sent to the Xianyu Sect’s headquarters after the conference ended, and Chao Zhao watched Ji Wushe take it on the spot.

"good."

There was no emotion on Ji Wushe's face.

Feng Qi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, which meant that it had no effect.

Qin Liao suddenly asked, "Master, aren't you going back to Jianhua Immortal Sect?"

Ji Wushe raised his eyebrows and met the gazes of Qin Liao and Feng Qi. He twitched his lips and said, "You have grown up. I will just take care of Xianyu Sect."

Both brothers heard a rejection in Ji Wushe's words.

Qin Liao took a deep breath.

"You and Uncle Xiao are both like this—"

Halfway through, the words stopped abruptly.

Ji Wushe sighed and glanced at Feng Qi, "Why is your junior brother so resentful? Did you enslave him? Or is he angry and embarrassed after the fact that he loves his uncle was exposed?"

"........."

Feng Qi smiled awkwardly. After hearing Ji Wushe's next words, he almost fainted in anxiety. He hurried to see Qin Liao's reaction.

Qin Liao had not been angry before, but Ji Wushe's words made him angry.

"Uncle Ji!"

"Okay, you are now a great Mahayana master. Apart from those old men who are undergoing tribulation, who can be your opponent?"

Ji Wushe quickly exposed the joke.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..."

Feng Qi quickly calmed Qin Liao down, and said in surprise, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you so emotional for hundreds of years."

"..."

Qin Liao's eyes twitched, "Brother, you don't need to add the last sentence."

"oh oh!"

"The situation in Huangtun Valley remains the same as usual. There are no other unusual movements. As for the movement in Nanyouzhou..."

Qin Liao quickly calmed down and talked about business. "I don't know how the Huo family and the Jiang family will deal with it. After the matter is over, I will ask Ji Shu to return to Zhongzhou."

......

After Chao Zhao entered the sword tomb, he was shocked by the cave made of swords.

The densely packed mountain of swords stretched as far as the eye could see. Most of the swords had fallen into a deep sleep and appeared dull and lifeless, with only a few active swords still faintly glowing.

Chao Zhao approached cautiously.

There was only a hole in the middle of the crowd, but no sword.

This location was obviously where the Chiyang Sword was before, and there were several vacant pits around it.

Chao Zhao guessed that one of them must be the location of the Snow Sword before.

She walked around and tentatively stopped in front of a slender sword. The sword seemed slender and light, but she could feel a heavy sense of oppression from it.

The most important thing is that when Chao Zhao stopped in front of it, the rapier seemed to be suddenly sensed by something and suddenly burst into a bright white light.

It seems like he is expressing his excitement and joy in this way.

Chao Zhao's eyes lit up and his expression became expectant.

——She will soon have her own natal sword?

However, before this expectation could fully ferment, the next moment Chao Zhao watched helplessly as the rapier that was about to be unsheathed suddenly wilted as if it had eaten too much and could not bear it.

The light suddenly dimmed and there was no movement.

"?"

"???"

"..."

Chao Zhao just stood there in a daze.

She waited for a moment, but there was no sign of the rapier waking up, and the light even became dimmer.

"no......"

Chao Zhao didn't believe it, so he sat down cross-legged in front of it and said in a nice voice, "Let's have a discussion, give me some face..."

Unfortunately, no matter how eloquent and witty her remarks were, Xijian seemed to be completely asleep and did not give her any response.

Chao Zhao had no choice but to give up it and turn his attention to another sword.

The sharp sword was branded with flame patterns, and the flames seemed to have life, flowing with flaming light.

When Chao Zhao came in front of it, the brand on the sword suddenly ignited with bright and hot flames, as if the fire was revived.

'buzz buzz—'

The sword was trembling and seemed to be about to break out of the pit.

Seeing how hard it worked, Chao Zhao couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "As expected, you are still reliable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the relief on his face froze.

Because this sword was still the same as the rapier, it could not hold out for more than a moment before it wilted in an instant.

"No buddy..."

Chao Zhao was stunned and speechless at the same time.

She still refused to believe it and refused to give up.

So next, Chao Zhao walked through every corner of the core area, but the result was exactly the same.

So neat as if it had been planned in advance.

The swords surrounding the Chiyang Sword are all magical swords forged by famous swordsmiths thousands of years ago. Many of these famous swords even return to the sword tomb after their owners' deaths.

After thousands of years of trials and tribulations, they have become invincible.

But even so, in front of Chao Zhao, these world-famous divine weapons and swords still cannot escape the Law of Breath.

Sitting on a high place, looking down at the famous swords below, Chao Zhao sighed: "What is going on..."

Could it be that she is the Sword Master Miejue?

Chao Zhao sat on the hillside with a thinker's posture, and fell into dead silence like the depressed famous swords around him.

The whistling sound of the wind made her figure look even more desolate and sad.

After a while——

"No wait!"

Chao Zhao stood up suddenly.

Her expression was calm as she stepped past these lifeless swords and headed toward the periphery.

——For a sword cultivator, the most taboo thing is to be shackled by the sword.

It doesn't matter if the sword doesn't belong to her.

The sword tomb is extremely vast, and there are more than just the famous swords in the core area. Why should she stop here?

Even though most of the swords out there are nameless swords, in her hands, they are peerless swords.

Chao Zhao's mind was clear, and he quickly crossed the numerous sword mountains and arrived at a wider area outside.

The swords here are denser than in the core area. Some of them are even reduced to only broken fragments. Not to mention the faint sword light, most of the swords here are like stars with their cores burned out, and can no longer cause any waves.

Chao Zhao's heart at this moment was the same as theirs, like a pool of stagnant water.

Who can tell her that the famous swords in the core area can at least give her some reaction, but these swords in the periphery will not give her any reaction at all.

Chao Zhao was dumbfounded: "I am really Nun Miejue..."