Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 289 Weapon Spirit
"Om-"

Jiang Su's fingers had been caressing the magnificent gem on the purple sword. At this moment, the gem suddenly released light, and at the same time a male voice sounded.

It was similar to the gossamer breath when one was about to die, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but still couldn't say a complete sentence. The breath was full of pain.

"Jiang...Jiang, Medical Immortal, please save me...and..."

Jiang Su was startled, then let go and threw the entire purple sword out of his hand. He was almost shocked and said, "Lin Xian?! How come your soul is in the sword?!"

What happened? How could someone's soul get into the weapon? !
On the side, Fang Zhe's expression instantly turned gloomy. This was an expression he had never seen before. He would never have this attitude even when facing Murong Xue, evil cultivator, and danger.

Jiang Su instantly noticed the changes around him. When he turned around, he saw his gloomy expression.

"Fang Zhe? What's wrong with you? Feeling unwell? No... you know about this?!"

Lin Xian couldn't speak now, he could only hum softly, and the sound was very similar to the gasping sound of a person dying.

Fang Zhe took the initiative to take the wooden box and gently closed the lid. After that, the two of them could no longer hear the gasping sound coming from the purple sword gem.

"He's dead." He said without hesitation.

"Who? Lin Xian?" Jiang Su asked with a slight frown.

"Yes. If a person wants his soul to enter a magical weapon, he can only enter the magical weapon by chance when his soul travels after death and become the weapon spirit. Now Lin Xian is his purple sword weapon spirit."

Fang Zhe's tone was very certain, even a bit decisive.

"Have you ever seen such a thing? You are not in the right state right now." Jiang Su looked at Fang Zhe's trembling hands hidden in the sleeves of his red clothes.

Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly, took the initiative to take a step forward, put his hands on the man's arms, raised his head, and stared at him, "Fang Zhe, tell me, why are you so sure?"

This man is hiding something from himself...

The man's eyes gradually moved away from the wooden box and met her eyes. The gloom in his eyebrows instantly dissipated. He considered it briefly, exhaled and said in relief.

"My sword once had a soul."

Jiang Su immediately understood the meaning and blurted out, "Who became the soul in your sword after death?"

The next moment, she realized what Fang Zhe had experienced...

He was originally the young master of the Wujian Sect, the number one weapon refining sect in a small world, but one day he suddenly discovered that all the disciples, elders, and even the biological parents of his two great guardians in red were all It's...a puppet that has been refined.

His most respected teacher, his own master, and the leader of Wujian Cult, in order to open up a new way of refining weapons, he refined mortals and monks from their souls and turned monks into living puppets.

When Fang Zhe discovered this, everyone in the sect except him and his junior brother were puppets of their master.

These puppets are half-dead and do not enter reincarnation. They possess the cultivation mana of the original body, and can even possess the cultivation level before being refined.

Using humans to refine weapons is against the laws of heaven.

At last……

Fang Zhe carried his heart-breaking knife alone and chopped the sect he had lived in for hundreds of years into rubble. All the old friends and relatives among them became the dead souls of his sword, and their blood flowed like a river.

As a result, he suffered a mental breakdown, his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, and he wandered throughout the world of cultivation. He was called the Crazy Sword Killer by the monks.

The souls killed by his sword... were too many.

Jiang Su's throat choked, and all she wanted to say was interrupted. She would not add salt to this man's wounds.

Fang Zhe noticed that her eyes were averted, her heart was moved, and she smiled lightly, "It's over now, don't worry about me."

Jiang Su just said "hmm" and still said nothing. There was silence between the two of them.

"It's my sister."

Jiang Su opened his eyes wide, with surprise written in them, and asked with his eyes, "Do you have a sister?"

Seeing this, Fang Zhe didn't speak, and directly whispered into her heart, "I have it, but she died, in my sect."

really……

"However, I was not the one to do it. She was too young, only three years old at the time. It was my father who killed her. The process of her death was so painful that even as a child, she felt very resentful. In the end, by chance, Next, she became my sword soul. I only found out about this a few days before my ascension."

"It was also because I knew this that I had a complete enlightenment and gained the ladder to the sky."

Fang Zhe rubbed her head, and Jiang Su took the initiative to slap his hand away. He tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly and continued, "So, I can be sure that Lin Xian is dead."

Jiang Su had also been a sword spirit before, "So was Shang Lingxiao's illusion really just an illusion?"

"Of course, what you did will have no impact on Shang Lingxiao's descendants."

When asked about this, Jiang Su snorted coldly and said with great ridicule, "It's still a bit. That Jiang Feng's bad temper probably followed me. After all, I am also the spirit in the sword, his mother's sword spirit."

Suddenly, intermittent violent breathing sounds came from the wooden box, accompanied by a shocking cough.

"I, I'm dead."

"Jiang Medical Fairy, can you...can you save me?"

Fang Zhe opened the wooden box again this time, and the two of them looked at the purple sword in the box.

"How did you die? If I remember correctly, you have good swordsmanship and you are not stupid. You can trick you and kidnap you. Who could take your life? Could it be your "best friend"? Gu Yueming?”

Jiang Su's tone was teasing, but he didn't feel any pity for this man's death.

She does not pity others easily. For the weak, she only responds to their suffering with a gaze, and finally lends a helping hand.

Pity is the most useless emotion.

Lin Xian's breathing was noisy again. He suddenly forced himself to calm down, took a breath, and then quickly used all his strength to shout loudly,
"Mr. Jiang is not Gu Yueming, but the Gu family, the Gu Yue family, and the Hu family. They have been plotting for a long time. It is definitely not the so-called cultivation of gu last time. They are fighting against the Shifang Sect. What they want is-"

"It's a hundred thousand mountains!"

"..."

"boom--"

The gem on the purple sword suddenly shattered, and the originally bright light instantly turned into a flickering dark light.

Jiang Su was a little confused. What did they mean by asking for a hundred thousand mountains?

Is it possible that their Gu cultivators like farming and have been thinking about these mountains for a long time?

"Speak clearly."

Jiang Su thought about it and took out a glass bottle from the storage bracelet, which contained a sticky liquid.

She poured the liquid on Zi Jian's sword and said calmly, "Here, drink some. This is Chuanbei loquat ointment to moisten your throat. Come on, let's make things clear. Where is Gu Yuemingren?"

"Gu...Gu Yueming...liar."