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

Unfortunately, the snowfall quickly subsided after calling him, and the pure white light of the sword gradually dimmed.

The stagnant ice spikes around turned into ice-blue spiritual energy and dissipated and disappeared.

The frost and snow on the mountain peaks also began to melt.

This scene changed so quickly that the scene just now seemed like a dream.

But Ji Wushe was clear-headed and knew that he was not dreaming.

He returned to the ground.

Chao Zhao stepped forward immediately: "Master, are you okay?"

Seeing that Ji Wushe hadn't recovered yet, she couldn't help but lower her head and complain to her own natal sword: "Why are you so careless? Even if my master is a drunkard, I will still take care of him in his old age!"

"...There's no need to add this sentence."

Ji Wushe's mouth twitched.

Then his complex expression fell on the black sword in Chao Zhao's palm, which began to play dead again, "It's doing very well."

The moment he woke up, he felt that the Soul Herb had completely merged into his consciousness.

The wafting fragrance gradually eliminated the constant tearing pain, making him feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

The most important thing is...his sword spirit showed signs of awakening.

"The teacher is tired, you should go back and rest first."

There was a rare sign of fatigue on his face. Controlling the black sword was more exhausting than he had imagined.

This is also something that Ji Wushe realized belatedly.

Ordinary spiritual swords can be controlled by simply injecting spiritual power, but Chao Zhao's natal sword relies on the power of the soul.

This makes the already special black sword even more special.

Chao Zhao nodded sensibly: "Okay, Master, have a good rest."

......

Chao Zhao ran all the way back to his cave and pulled out a sword spirit that was pretending to be dead.

Looking at the motionless black sword in front of her, she sneered, "Don't play dead, or I'll throw you into my senior brother's sword furnace to be reforged!"

"Calm down, sir!"

The sword spirit was obviously frightened and immediately stopped pretending to be dead.

Zhao Zhao poked the sword and asked it, "Tell me, why is your voice exactly the same as the system's?"

Even if they were twins, there couldn't be any difference between them, right? Their voices were like copies.

"What system? What are the adults talking about?"

The sword spirit's frivolous tone was filled with complete confusion.

"Ah."

Chao Zhao sneered, "Even the name is the same, you are still pretending."

"..."

Raglan was silent for a moment, but still said stubbornly: "I am just an innocent sword spirit. Jianjian doesn't know what the adults are talking about~"

"It's really cheap."

Chao Zhao sharp comments.

The sword spirit was obviously much smarter and more cunning than the system, so Chao Zhao temporarily gave up his plan to trick it into giving him some inside information.

Thinking of the tired look her master showed before he left, she couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to my master?"

The sword spirit's voice shouted, "Your Excellency is wronged! Jian Jian helped him out of kindness."

"You're called rag."

Chao Zhao corrected it.

What a Jianjian, that sounds so ugly.

The sword stayed in mid-air for a long time without making any sound, as if it was trying to persuade itself.

After a moment, it accepted the name with reluctance and forbearance.

"Yes sir, my name is Rags."

"Ah."

Chao Zhao nodded in satisfaction, "Let's get back to the question just now."

"Ji Wushe's sword heart was shattered. What exists now is just a substitute that was barely put together after he broke it and then rebuilt it. It is not his original sword heart."

Tattered said in a deep tone, "A substitute is a substitute, so his natal sword couldn't accept it and fell into a deep sleep."

Chao Zhao defended his master, "That's because my master's consciousness was injured."

The black sword swayed in the air, as if shaking its head to deny Chao Zhao's words: "My lord, his consciousness was injured after his sword heart was shattered."

"Then what did you do?"

"I just made him face up to his cowardice and forced him to find his sword heart."

Tattered spoke in a light tone, and did not forget to add, "Of course, if a mortal uses me, it will consume his own spiritual power. His spiritual consciousness is already injured. If I hadn't controlled it, I'm afraid his spiritual consciousness would have exploded long ago."

Now it is just in a weak and frail state, it is already in tatters and needs to be treated with extreme caution.

Chao Zhao was speechless for a moment. She frowned and corrected him, "Master is a cultivator, not a mortal. You are not allowed to call him by his full name!"

Rags responded reluctantly with that arrogant voice.

As soon as the subject was changed, it came up to him like a dog, and said in a servile tone full of flattery: "Except for the adults, everyone else is just a mortal in my eyes!"

"?"

Chao Zhao couldn't help but ask his soul, "Why is my natal sword like this?"

It is said that the natal sword is the one that is most compatible with the sword cultivator's soul, just like a wisp of his own spirit separated from his own.

But her natal sword seemed to have mutated.

The point about being a bootlicker is consistent with the system.

......

Dusk was falling, and as the dark twilight at the horizon was gradually covered by the deep and rich night, the Xianyu Sect fell into darkness and silence.

Bright lights suddenly lit up inside Ji Wushe's hall.

He slowly got up from the couch, looked at the bright hall with sleepy eyes, his expression still a little dazed.

——He slept so soundly.

After returning to the palace, Ji Wushe fell into a deep sleep due to excessive fatigue and just woke up.

Without the help of numbing pills or strong liquor, Ji Wushe slept soundly.

This was impossible in the past.

After all, as soon as he closed his eyes, those tragic scenes would appear in his mind.

His former friend was chatting and laughing with him about the prosperous times and planning lofty ambitions one moment, and died tragically in front of him the next moment.

He stood up in his loose undershirt and went to the table beside him to pour himself a glass.

The aroma of tea in his mouth made Ji Wushe stunned for a moment, and then he gradually came to his senses and realized that Chao Zhao had replaced all the wine in his palace with tea in order to make him quit drinking.

"Ugh......"

Ji Wushe sighed.

In the past, I was taken around by my junior sister to have fun, but now I am under the control of her children.

Just then, Lou Fuyue walked in from outside the hall.

"Master, you are awake."

He received Ji Wushe's message during the day and rushed back, but when he came back he was surprised to find Ji Wushe had fallen asleep.

So Lou Fuyue had no choice but to wait for him to wake up.

"sit down."

After Lou Fuyue sat down, Ji Wushe asked him, "How many secret agents in Zhongzhou are still available?"

Lou Fuyue was startled for a moment, and just as she was about to explain herself, she heard Ji Wushe's calm voice continue to ring out: "Just tell the truth, I know all your little tricks."

"......Yes."

Lou Fuyue pursed her lips and said, "Except for a small number of those who have defected or lost their traces, most of the secret agents can still be used."

"Ah."

Ji Wushe nodded, a hint of majesty emerging from his calm face, "Enable them all."

"Master?"

Lou Fuyue could not hide the shock on his face.

For so long, the master has been suppressing him and preventing him from getting involved with those forces, but now he is letting him do it freely.

He quickly guessed something: "Did something happen after Third Junior Brother left?"

"Your junior sister's sword."

Ji Wushe had no intention of hiding anything. He stated his guess with a serious expression, "I suspect it is a divine weapon."