The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

On the main peak of Renxin Sect, inside the Sect Master's Hall.

Long Cenyue and Lu Xiangxiang were holding a list in their hands, checking the supplies that Bai Wuchang had told them to bring to Si Qingyu and his group to enter the ancient secret realm.

When Si Qingyu came to pick up his luggage, he was quite shocked to see it scattered all over the floor with no place to step.

The total amount of these storage bags and boxes contains more elixirs and magical treasures than Bai Wuchang had prepared during any previous adventure to the secret realm or sect competition.

The sword box that the leader of Tiangan Sect gave to Renxin Sect was also there, and was handed to Si Qingyu by Long Cenyue himself.

"Master told you to carry it with you so you can maintain the sword on the way." Long Cenyue's speech and behavior now increasingly resembled the successor to the sect leader.

"Uncle Master, that's thoughtful." Si Qingyu took it with both hands.

Long Cenyue, who had a calm and dignified look on his face just now, put his arm around Si Qingyu's shoulders and stuffed a small sachet into her hand.

"This is what I made for you. It's not very useful, but it can help you hold your breath and concentrate. It has a fragrance, little sister, carry it with you. Take a breath and smell the fragrance, it'll feel like I'm with you! Hehehe..."

Lu Xiangxiang also put a small ring on Si Qingyu's hand, "This is a little gadget I gave you. It's not worth much. When you inject spiritual power into it, it will have my aura."

Si Qingyu stretched out his arms and embraced Long Cenyue and Lu Xiangxiang, "Wait for us to come back, and then we can have dinner at Qingjing Peak to celebrate. You order the dishes and I'll cook them."

The three good sisters were reluctant to part, and Si Qingyu sorted and put the things away.

Si Qingyu handed the sword box to Nangong Chiyang. After all, the eldest brother was the only sword practitioner among them.

Nangong Chiyang glanced at the sword box behind him, and then at the sword box in Si Qingyu's hand, "Junior Sister, I have more than a dozen swords, and this is just one sword box. No matter which sword I put in, the other swords will be unhappy.

The sword case that Lao Si made for me is good enough, I don’t need it anymore.”

Si Qingyu looked at Qian Ren again. Qian Ren smiled and said gently, "Junior sister, my broken sword is nourished by my blood and soul. Other spiritual energy cannot be absorbed by it to make it benefit.

Don’t you have a magic sword? Why don’t you put your magic sword in there and take care of it.”

Qianren pointed his finger at Si Qingyu's side.

When Si Qingyu turned her head, she saw the fairy sword "acting coquettishly" on her arm, rubbing against it.

The immortal sword screamed crazily within Si Qingyu's consciousness, "Master! Master! I want it! I want it! This is my sword box, it's mine!

I'm very hungry, very tired, and I really want to go home."

Si Qingyu: “???”

Si Qingyu was full of doubts. He opened the sword box, and the magic sword floated into it and lay flat.

Xianjian: "Ahhhh! So cool. I'm home!"

Si Qingyu: “…”

Come to think of it, this sword was originally an immortal sword stored in the treasure house of the Tiangan Sect. It was after the competition that it followed her back to the Renxin Sect.

And it has always believed that Si Qingyu has the aura of its master.

The fairy sword has always had its own consciousness and has never taken the initiative to make a contract with her. It always acts independently and fights the enemy alone. She has not forced the fairy sword to make a contract, and just treats it as a free-range baby.

However, its desire and initiative for the sword box made Si Qingyu inexplicably think of a person, a person who once taught her the art of summoning heavenly thunder. According to him, he was the first powerful cultivator to ascend to heaven in the world of cultivation, Mo Wen.

By the way, this guy hasn't appeared for a long time.

Thinking of this, Si Qingyu asked, "Xianjian, is your master Mo Wen?"

Xianjian was intoxicated by the rich spiritual energy and couldn't extricate himself. "Mo what? What do you want to ask?"

Si Qingyu: “…”

Si Qingyu asked again, "You said that I have the scent of your master on me. What is your master's name? How do you identify the scent?"

Xianjian: "I don't remember."

Well, same answer as last time.

Xianjian: "When I was alive, he was already dead. I only recognized his breath, but I don't know his name."

Wanxiangbi sent a taunting tone, "Oh, oh, oh! You don't even know your master's name! You stupid Jianjian!"

Bishuizhu: "We all know our masters! Our master is Sisi, who is smart, cute, beautiful, kind, and loved by everyone and makes flowers bloom wherever she goes!"

Gu Chong: "My master is the most beautiful girl in the world of cultivation!"

Full Moon Bow: "That's all."

The immortal sword finally found its home. Deep within its sword spirit, there are many memory fragments that are constantly being pieced together.

Listening to his friends' unintentional jokes, the usually cold-blooded Xianjian burst into tears.

"I really can't remember, my master, what was he like, what was his name? Why did he die?

I think he must be a good person, right?"

The white jade pendant worn on Si Qingyu's waist flashed a strange light.