Chi Miao saw that the Sword of Sorrowful Weeping was being so sincere, and only then did her furrowed brow relax.
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “Can you contract with me now?”
If it were a dog, its tail would be spinning like a fan by now.
Chi Miao: “No.”
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “Why?!”
Chi Miao: “You still haven’t told me why you used Soul Searching on me.”
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping remained silent for a moment before scratching out a few words.
“Once you contract with me, you’ll naturally find out.”
Chi Miao sneered coldly: “Playing hard to get, huh? Fine, I’m not buying it. Say it if you want, or don’t. I’m leaving.”
With that, she turned around, acting as if she really intended to leave.
Frightened, the Sword of Sorrowful Weeping rushed over to stop Chi Miao: “I’ve apologized and begged! You can’t go back on your word like this!”
Chi Miao rolled her eyes: “Going back on my word? I’m even shameless!”
Ying WuHuo: “…And you actually admit it.”
He was utterly fed up.
Day after day, he just wanted to leave this place full of sorrow.
After a standoff between the Sword of Sorrowful Weeping and Chi Miao, it finally said: “It wasn’t intentional Soul Searching… but… my ability is to make people recall sad memories, so sad that they cry. At that time, I just wanted to see what you looked like, and then…”
At this point, the Sword of Sorrowful Weeping visibly “sagged,” its glow dimming significantly.
Its ability was too useless, and it had always been too embarrassed to mention it, afraid of being looked down upon.
Chi Miao’s eyes lit up.
“This ability is a treasure! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
This ability was absolutely amazing, wasn’t it?
If she ever got into a fight with someone, this would be a top-tier control skill!
Start off with Blue Silver Entanglement… ahem, I mean, start off by making them cry from sadness.
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping was astonished, as if staring at Chi Miao: “A… a treasure? Really? You’re not just teasing me, are you?”
Chi Miao laughed heartily: “Teasing you? How could I? I’d rather curse you or kill you than tease you.”
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “…”
It didn’t know whether to cry or laugh anymore.
Chi Miao: “It’s not because the Celestial of Heavenly Sorrow once said this ability was useless, and that’s why you’re like this, is it?”
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping emitted a sorrowful Sword Cry.
Wah wah, stop talking, it was really about to break down.
When it was first forged, it was just an ignorant little sword. But as soon as it manifested this ability, it made the Celestial of Heavenly Sorrow cry for an entire day and was scolded for being useless.
Since then, it never dared to show this ability again… unless it lost control, because this was its first ability, its innate power.
Moreover, now that it was on the verge of completely dissipating, most of its abilities were sealed, leaving only this one ability, which it struggled to control.
It never expected that one day, its innate ability would actually be appreciated!
It felt like it was seeing the light!
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “So, can you contract with me? I’m strong! I’m really strong!”
Chi Miao: “There’s one last condition. As long as you agree to this final condition, I’ll definitely contract with you!”
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “Really?”
Chi Miao: “Would I lie to a sword?”
Haven’t you lied enough?!
Ying WuHuo could hardly listen anymore. And that Sword of Sorrowful Weeping should just change its name—remove the middle character and call itself the “Despicable Sword”!
The Sword of Sorrowful Weeping acted exactly like a despicable dog, wriggling its blade in anticipation of Chi Miao stating her condition.
Actually, Ying WuHuo was quite curious too.
This final condition must be very important.
Chi Miao: “My final condition is…”
Ying WuHuo and the elders peeking from outside the Water Mirror nearly pressed their ears against the surface.
It is—
“It’s that you must promise me, after I form the contract with you, you have to let me show off spectacularly—with Myriad Swords Resounding, known to all!”
“Deal! I’ll make sure you get the grandest stage!”
“Fuck.” Ying WuHuo cursed aloud.
Unbearable to watch! Unbearable to listen!
Can’t you two sword-obsessed freaks just hurry up and leave?
If you won’t go, he will!
The elders all felt their cerebellums shrivel, their eyes turning into mung bean-sized dots.
Blinking repeatedly.
What lunacy!
Chi Miao once again reached out and grasped the sword hilt.
This time, the Sword of Sorrowful Weeping sliced a tiny cut on Chi Miao’s hand, drawing a drop of blood.
The contract was sealed!
“Clang—!”
A sky-piercing Sword Cry reverberated throughout the entire Sword Cemetery.
Above the Sword Cemetery, formless clouds gathered once more, like thousand-fold waves crashing toward the center.
Every sword on the ground trembled, slowly pulling free from the earth and dancing rapidly.
A thousand shadows and fleeting glints made it impossible to take everything in.
Witnessing this phenomenon, everyone thought some unexpected incident had occurred again, ready to test their new swords.
But the moment their fingers touched the sword hilts, myriad swords flew uncontrollably from their scabbards, merging into the spectacle of countless sword lights.
Sword Cry—another Sword Cry.
It resonated in their hearts, a truly awe-inspiring scene.
“Myriad Swords Resounding…”
Jin Shengfei’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Just as the Myriad Swords Resounded, their lights converged into one spot. At the center of the Sword Light, a figure slowly emerged.
“Such overwhelming pressure… Who is this exalted being?”
“This entrance is way too flashy. Could it be some peerless master?”
“Could this be another stroke of fortune for us?!”
“Wait… Don’t you think this figure looks familiar? Especially the way they walk…”
As cultivators, their senses were far sharper than ordinary people’s, but the radiance was simply too intense, even brighter than the previous lightning, making it hard to see clearly.
They had to squint until someone barely recognized the figure.
“It… it looks like Chi Miao?”
“Chi Miao?”
At that moment, Chi Miao’s voice rang out.
“With a thunderous roar across the skies, the beauty makes her dazzling entrance!”
In that instant, everyone felt as if their cerebellums were being squeezed dry in someone’s palm… shriveling into walnut-sized lumps.
“This is hard to describe.”
“Difficult to assess.”
“Suddenly feeling a sense of letdown.”
“Yeah, that’s the feeling… the helplessness of witnessing an acquaintance showing off.”
“The deflating sensation when you realize it’s all an act at the last moment.”
“The chill of realizing it’s all bark and no bite…”
Jin Shengfei: “Didn’t you just say it’s hard to describe?”
“So we’re trying our best to evaluate it.”
Jin Shengfei: “…Seems like you’re quite good at it.”
Still, Chi Miao had actually made the Myriad Swords Resound.
Unexpected, yet somehow expected.
Chi Miao slowly walked up to the crowd.
Ying WuHuo followed behind her, chest out and head held high, standing rigidly straight.
Admittedly, the feeling of showing off was pretty great.
No—how could he think that?
Utterly improper.
He nearly let Chi Miao corrupt his thoughts.
As Chi Miao chatted and laughed with everyone, the spectacle of Myriad Swords Resounding faded, replaced by heavy dark clouds gathering in the sky.
A bolt of lightning struck!
Boom—!
Everyone jumped in fright.
“Chi Miao, enough already. What else are you pulling off now?”
Chi Miao was dumbfounded: “No, it wasn’t me, Sword?”
Sword of Sorrowful Weeping: “It wasn’t me either.”
“Huh?”
If it wasn’t Chi Miao, then what was going on?
Ying WuHuo abruptly summoned his own sword.
“Be careful, something’s about to emerge!”