Chapter 457: Forgetting Righteousness for Beauty (Second Update)

【That person! That person! That person!】

The Long Sword at her waist trembled, emitting a humming sound that outsiders could not understand.

【I don't want you!】

【I want that person! That person!】

【Let me go! I want to go find him!】

Li Qiushui listened to the endless clamor in her ears and felt as if her head were about to explode.

So noisy...

It really is so noisy.

It clearly is only one sword, yet it is noisier than the ten thousand swords of Wan Jian Xia ringing in unison!

After enduring for a long time, she truly could not bear this endless torture and could not help but snap angrily at the Sanlu Sword:

"Quiet! Stop making noise!"

Under her intimidation, the Sanlu Sword indeed fell silent immediately.

One second.

After one second, the Sanlu Sword erupted with a violent hum three times more intense than before, one that even those outside could feel!

【... You're fierce to me! You're fierce to me!】

【You bad woman! You actually were fierce to me!】

【That person meets the requirements, he is good!】

【You won't let me go find him, you're bad!】

Li Qiushui: Oh no.

She was truly at her breaking point and had actually forgotten that the Sanlu Sword was not a spirit sword she had complete control over.

It not only has a temper, but a very big one!

Most crucially, she might not even be able to suppress it.

This is bad...

Just as Li Qiushui was preparing to cover her ears and endure in despair, the rioting Sanlu Sword actually quieted down on its own.

【However, you usually talk to me, and your scent is nice too... so you're only generally bad.】

At this, Li Qiushui was caught between laughter and tears and could not help but flick the blade with her finger.

You little lustful sword that forgets righteousness upon seeing beauty.

You were originally the best in the world to me, but now that you've seen a man, our relationship is just average, right?

And "generally bad"—I think you're the worst!

After being flicked, the Sanlu Sword clamored discontentedly for a while, then mysteriously lowered its voice and began to chuckle.

【Besides, you can't lie to me!】

【It's not just that I want him to come back; you clearly also want that person to come back!】

"You!"

Li Qiushui's expression changed drastically, and she pressed the Sanlu Sword back into its scabbard.

Click!

"Shut up!"

"I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Although Li Qiushui knew that others could not hear the Sanlu Sword's voice, she still looked around with a guilty conscience.

She discovered that those Divine Path Sect disciples were all silent, each more so than the last, all immersed in their own worlds, and no one was looking at her at all.

But even after being pressed back into the scabbard, the Sanlu Sword's muffled voice stubbornly came from within:

【Lululu has no mouth! Lululu cannot shut its mouth!】

The name "Sanlu Sword" was not actually given by the three founders of the Sword Casting Hut, but changed by the descendants of the Sword Casting Hut for convenience.

Its true name is actually "Lululu"... it is very strange, but the three eccentric old men who cast the sword liked it very much.

The Lululu Sword itself is also very satisfied and has always referred to itself this way, though very few people are able to hear its voice.

【You're lying, you're lying, you're lying, you're bad! You're bad!】

"Shut up!"

【I won't, I won't!】

Li Qiushui pressed it down, the Sanlu Sword popped out; she pressed it down again, it popped out again.

The person and the sword grappled like this for a long time, and in the end, Li Qiushui, being of flesh and blood, was the first to admit defeat.

She let go of her sore and powerless arm, gasped for breath with difficulty, and helplessly raised a white flag.

"Fine, fine, fine! I'm bad, is it okay if I'm bad? I'm begging you, just settle down for a while and stop talking."

The Sanlu Sword, which had been tossed aside by Li Qiushui, did not fall over, but stood upright on the spot and hopped toward her.

Every time it hopped, the scabbard collided with the sword body, emitting a crisp sound.

Click, click, click... click.

【Hmph hmph!】

The Sanlu Sword successfully hopped back into Li Qiushui's hands, found a comfortable position to lie down, rested on her thigh, and radiated the dazzling light of a victor.

Li Qiushui shook her head, gripped the hilt with a helpless expression, and whispered:

"Too bright, dim it down."

【Oh.】

The victor was no longer dazzling.

Although Li Qiushui had never seen what the Sword Spirit of the Sanlu Sword actually looked like, she always felt that this sword was like a little cat that was both aloof and clingy.

Li Qiushui lowered her eyes, her fingertips tapping lightly on the sword hilt, a rare touch of tenderness between her brows as she whispered:

"Don't worry, you will definitely see him, I promise."

As long as he comes to see me, you will certainly not miss him.

【Fine.】

Seeming to understand Li Qiushui's thoughts, the Sanlu Sword stopped making a fuss and finally quieted down.

The person and the sword sat there quietly, and this tranquility was only gently broken when an outsider approached.

Shi Xue walked over slowly, smiling and nodding at Li Qiushui.

"Thank you for your hard work guarding here."

"Has Ren Yidao returned yet?"

???

Li Qiushui, who had finally regained her calm, suffered a Broken Defense once again, looking at her good friend with a face full of grief.

"How could even you!?"

"Hmm?"

Shi Xue: Hmm? What's wrong? Is it very strange?

I'm just asking, why are you reacting so strongly?

I'm not competing with you for him!

Why are you still so possessive over your food!

You shameless couple!

"Hmph!"

Shi Xue rolled her eyes in annoyance, turned around, and walked away, refusing to talk to this person who forgets righteousness at the sight of a man!

"Ah, Xiaoxue!"

Li Qiushui also realized that her loss of composure had caused Shi Xue to misunderstand, so she hurriedly stood up, dropped the Sanlu Sword, and chased after her.

"Listen to my explanation, that's not what I meant!"

"Xiaoxue—"

Click.

The Sanlu Sword fell from her knees to the ground, looking in utter confusion at the servant who had been tenderly massaging it just a moment ago, only to abandon it and walk away.

【... You're mean!】

It was furious.

In a fit of rage, it raged for a moment!

It straightened itself up again and hopped after Li Qiushui.

Click, click, click...

【You come back here!】

【You big meanie!!!】

Meanwhile, as Li Qiushui chased after Shi Xue, Li Fengyao, who had been hiding in the carriage, finally let out a slow breath.

She had not yet changed back to her original identity, still wearing the clothes Ren Yidao had left behind and sporting the appearance of "Li Yilian," not daring to run into Li Qiushui at all.

It was simply too shameful.

And even if she had changed back to her original identity, Li Fengyao would not dare to get close to Li Qiushui at this time.

Especially with Ren Yidao's residual Qi still present in her body, Li Fengyao dared not easily approach Li Qiushui even a little.

She was not clear about what kind of relationship the two of them had, and dared not guarantee to what extent they had developed.

What if Li Qiushui sensed it?

If Li Qiushui discovered that her second brother had the scent of Ren Yidao on him, what would she think?

Would she break down?

Or would she be confused?

Li Fengyao dared not gamble, so she could only hide first and try hard to digest...

And just like her, there was another one in the Divine Path Sect's encampment.

Duan Xiaoling was also curled up in another carriage, currently looking very serious as she tried hard to digest the gift Ren Yidao had given her.

"How is there still so much, just how much did he pour in... Pfft!"

Spitting out a stream of light transformed from Faith Power from her mouth, Duan Xiaoling dared not complain anymore and kept her mouth tightly shut.

"Mmph! No, no, it can't leak out!"

However, not everyone in the Divine Path Sect's encampment was so blinded by love at this moment.

Among them was a young man who had entered a state of having no desires and no cravings.

Zuo Yungui, who had left earlier under Ren Yidao's orders, appeared before the campfire again, hugging his knees and watching the firelight dance within.

"..."

This time was different from before; the emotion he exuded was not withdrawal, but deep confusion.

This appearance was truly too tragic, and a disciple of Lieyang Peak could not bear to watch any longer, unable to help but ask.

"Senior Brother, what on earth happened?"

You were only gone for a few hours, how did you end up in such a state?

"……You, you don't understand."

"If Senior Brother doesn't say it, Junior Brother certainly won't understand. You should just tell me! What exactly did you encounter?"

Zuo Yungui was silent for a moment, still gazing at the campfire, but he no longer remained immersed in his own world and slowly spoke.

"I encountered a woman..."

Hm?

"Senior Brother fell in love at first sight? This, this Junior Brother truly doesn't understand..."

The Junior Brother's expression immediately twisted, and he rose, wanting to leave, not wishing to say another half-sentence to this guy.

Damn it, you traitor who forgets righteousness at the sight of beauty!

Farewell!

But he did not expect that Zuo Yungui still had the second half of his sentence.

"That silver-haired woman used only one palm to strike me down from Heaven."

Junior Brother: Hm?

Zuo Yungui took a deep breath, unbuttoned his upper garment, and revealed a huge claw mark on his chest.

The claw mark showed no blood, but it left behind a purple-black bruise.

He sniffled, his tone carrying some grievance and confusion.

"She said I was blocking her from looking at the moon... How was I supposed to know she was down there."

He turned his head and said to Junior Brother with deep sorrow:

"There is a Heaven beyond Heaven, and there are people beyond people, Junior Brother."

"I am still too weak..."