Chapter 352
Xiao Mai: "Young man, drain the juice, drain the tail juice!"
Spirit Sovereign: "【Speechless】 Stop playing around—I'm currently being interrogated by three panels of the Qingyun Sect. What should I do?"
Jia Bai Li: "What are you afraid of? Together, they can't beat you!"
Xiao Mai: "True."
Liu Maoxing: "Qingyun is where the Spirit Sovereign lived for so many years, and others have supported it for so long—the Spirit Sovereign surely doesn't want to hurt anyone, right?"
Spirit Sovereign: "@Liu Maoxing, yeah, I don't want to fight anyone!"
Su Xiao: "It's simple—just tell the truth. The chat group doesn't forbid us from speaking out."
Zhang Taixuan: "Correct, Qilin, just say it outright—it's no big deal."
Spirit Sovereign: "But the Zhuxian Sword is gone now."
Zhang Taixuan: "The Zhuxian Sword is gone, but you still have another sword. With that sword, who cares if the Zhuxian Sword is gone!"
Spirit Sovereign: "But this sword was a gift from Dao Jun's brother—how can I give it to them!"
Su Xiao (acei): "See, Brother Taixuan, you've caused trouble again. Why would Qilin even like you?"
Zhang Taixuan: "..."
Zhang Taixuan: "Are you misunderstanding? The Water Qilin is still young—he sees me as an older brother!"
Su Xiao: "【Really? I don't believe it!】"
Xiao Mai: "【Really? I don't believe it!】"
Spirit Sovereign: "??? What are you two talking about? I'm done chatting. Hmph!"
Mount Qingyun.
Tongtian Peak.
In the Sect Master's Hall, the atmosphere was heavy; everyone stared at the broken Zhuxian Sword, then at the Water Qilin, who sat sullenly beside them, holding a crimson longsword in its mouth—silence fell.
As the Qingyun Sect's sacred treasure, the Zhuxian Sword was far too important.
Time and again, Qingyun had survived crises because of it.
Now—this sacred treasure that had protected Qingyun for so long had snapped clean in two, and it had been severed by a sword the Spirit Sovereign had idly mouthed.
How could anyone accept this?
"Sect Master, how could the Spirit Sovereign possibly snap the Zhuxian Sword just by casually biting a sword? That's impossible!"
"Indeed, where in the world is there a sword stronger than the Zhuxian Sword?"
"Could some crisis have caused the Zhuxian Sword to break? If so, say it out loud—we'll discuss it together and overcome this hardship. Why hide it?"
Dao Xuan looked at his junior disciples and fell speechless.
I tell the truth and you still don't believe me?!
In truth, it wasn't fair to blame his junior disciples.
If it were him, and he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it either.
The Zhuxian Sword was the famed sacred treasure of Qingyun—how could it be broken by some nameless sword?
But the sword in the Spirit Sovereign's mouth truly possessed supreme divine power—it had merely brushed past, and the Zhuxian Sword snapped.
Had the Spirit Sovereign not pulled back in time, he too would have met the same fate as the Zhuxian Sword.
Recalling that scene, he was drenched in cold sweat.
"Tian Fatty, you don't believe it either?" Dao Xuan asked.
Tian Fatty blinked, then cleared his throat: "Brother, if you want us to believe you, at least give us a plausible reason."
Cang Song nodded: "This excuse is far-fetched!"
"I really did break the Zhuxian Sword."
At that moment, a childlike girl's voice rang out. Everyone froze and turned—there stood the Water Qilin, gazing at them innocently.
Dao Xuan was stunned: "Spirit Sovereign, you can speak?!!!"
Water Qilin: "Yes!"
Tian Fatty exclaimed: "Wait, divine beasts find it extremely hard to soften their tongue bones—how did you suddenly gain speech?"
"Could you be possessed by a demon?" Cang Song's eyes narrowed.
"You're the one possessed by demons—you and your whole family are possessed by demons!" The Spirit Sovereign, who already disliked Cang Song, flew into a rage, spat out a water technique, and unleashed sharp killing intent—Cang Song leapt back in terror.
Dao Xuan hurriedly said: "Spirit Sovereign, since you've spoken, that's good. Explain quickly—otherwise, I, the Sect Master, will never clear my name."
End of Chapter
