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Ye Jin rubbed his temples, taking everything for granted. Choosing not to complain, he said softly, "If you're going to rely on them, you might as well call me."

"..."

Lin Wuwang's expression became even stranger, and he couldn't help but look him up and down: "I really was going to call you just now..."

but……

Ye Jin saw Lin Wuwang's gaze slowly rise above him, finally settling on his forehead. He let out a long sigh and asked with a question, "Have you been under too much pressure lately?"

"???"

Ye Jin tilted his head and suddenly felt his head was a little heavy.

He realized something was wrong, and reached up to touch it.

Finish.

The child's pink flower wreath is still on her head!

Nightfall: "!!!"

The boy's blush at that moment outweighed everything else.

After a few seconds of stiffness, Ye Jin felt more and more gazes upon him. Feigning composure, he expressionlessly removed the flower wreath, looked up at the sky, and said, "...I was just keeping my junior sister's things for her."

The boy offered a brief, albeit slightly evasive, explanation.

Lin Wuwang raised an eyebrow and saw a superb little pink sword wearing a pink flower wreath and carrying a pink stand-in doll, sneaking around behind Ye Jin.

Lin Wuwang was relatively kind-hearted and didn't expose him, only reminding him, "Then go fight!"

Ye Jin nodded quickly, carefully stuffing the small flower wreath into the mustard seed bag, and also putting the Yao Guang sword into the mustard seed bag.

Someone else's natal spirit sword, used for fighting.

Nightfall's natal spirit sword is used to make the adorable Abebe.

The little pink sword reluctantly pushed out of the mustard seed bag and, despite its grievances, lay down in Nightshade's palm.

It wants to make the most powerful sword!

Ye Jin pursed his lips, but seeing that the child wanted to play, he reluctantly drawled out, "Alright then!"

On the other side, Song Hemian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness..."

Song Heming turned to his junior brother and murmured, "I didn't bring many swords this time, but luckily he was willing to use his own."

Guo Chanchan, standing nearby: "..."

"These kids really need some training," an audience member said. "With the demons pressing in, and such a brutal scene unfolding, they still have the mind to chat."

Despite this, everyone still had some division of labor.

For example, a sword cultivator acts as a warrior at the very front, fighting fiercely, while a rune cultivator acts as a mid-laner in the middle, lighting up rune arrays one after another.

Both weapon crafting and alchemy cultivation are at the back.

Yue Rou pulled out a cannon and chose to act as the ADC, leading the weapon cultivators to fire one shot after another at the enemy. It has to be said that their attack efficiency was even higher than that of the sword cultivators, but unfortunately they only had one cannon.

In just half an hour, Yue Rou had made herself look disheveled and smug. With her hands on her hips, she said triumphantly, "After we get out, I'm going to sell cannons. I'm sure I can make a lot of money."

Make a lot of money!

Make! Big! Money!

Seemingly triggering a certain keyword associated with hanging oneself, Yun hope peeked out, stuffed a sack of things into the hands of the numerous weapon cultivators and alchemists, and generously said, "Just throw it over there."

"???"

The group opened the sack, which contained one familiar little item after another.

Hand grenades, firecrackers, and fireworks are all available.

Xia Yu asked in confusion, "Are you giving it all to us? You don't want money? You can do that without money?"

Yunxi shook her head and, taking advantage of the chaos, pulled out a photographic stone she had picked up from the ground—a "relic" of the referees.

Yunxi began introducing the product to the recording stone: "Special hand grenades, super useful in battle, welcome to wholesale at Lingxiao Sect, mention my name for a 12% discount~"

audience:"……"

Yue Rou gave a thumbs up in surprise: "You really know how to do business."

Yunxi raised her chin, looking rather proud: "Of course~"

A group of alchemists and weapon cultivators turned into ADCs (Attack Damage Carry), and it was quite satisfying to throw grenades at them.

Especially those wealthy cultivators, their eyes gleamed with excitement as they played around.

Xia Yu said, "After we get out, I will definitely have my master go to your Lingxiao Sect to buy wholesale."

Pill cultivators need grenades the most, while weapon cultivators love grenades the most.

For example, Yue Rou eagerly hugged the grenade, her eyes sparkling: "When I have the chance, I will definitely join your Lingxiao Sect."

Cheng Jiangui grinned broadly: "That's great!"

"Damn it..."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect secretly bit his handkerchief, extremely dissatisfied with the teleportation mirror that had sent him out: "I want to play too!"

Not just him, but every other audience member present wanted to take a grenade and blow up the demonic cultivator!

Night Ember flew in mid-air, and the Yao Guang Sword slowly rose.

In an instant, it was as if the entire secret realm was covered with a layer of pink light.

Yunxi felt his palm tremble. He looked down and saw that the Dragon Bone Sword had responded to him without his knowledge.

Not only the Dragon Bone Sword, but also Qi Jue's Crossing Calamity Sword, Li Huan's Ice Soul Sword, and the other mysterious swords on the field whose names I don't know.

Song Heming was the most deeply moved; his entire mustard seed bag was moving along with it.

Song Heming lowered his head, and more than a dozen mysterious swords burst out of the bag, flying up to the center of the pink light along with the other swords.

That seemingly adorable Yao Guang sword could actually trigger a resonance among ten thousand swords; it truly deserves to be called the sword of the Heavenly Dao.

Night Ember is located at the center of Ten Thousand Swords.

The boy closed his eyes to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the light of the Sword Heart Dao merged with heaven and earth in an instant.

"!!!"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect stood up, his palms clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

"This move..."

"The return of all swords to their origin—this is the highest principle of sword cultivation..."

The audience was equally excited.

With Yao Guang's approval, one can command ten thousand swords.

This shows that the boy's swordsmanship was extremely pure.

A thousand swords fell in a breathtaking display, staining half the sky with blood.

Nightfall's spiritual power was exhausted, and it fell back into Wuxiang Temple. The myriad swords also returned to their respective owners.

Lin Wuwang pursed his lips, his expression complex.

In the history of sword cultivators, the only sword cultivator to trigger the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique was the former patriarch of the Lingxiao Sect. When he triggered it, he was already a Mahayana cultivator.

Ye Jin is currently at the late Nascent Soul stage.

Although his movements were not standard and he controlled the swords for a very short time.

But Lin Wuwang felt unprecedented pressure from the boy.

Yunxi's head exploded with excitement. "Third Senior Brother, you're amazing!"

He groaned, sweat beading on his forehead.

As expected, even with his current strength, he still couldn't unleash the full power of the Yao Guang Sword.

Sherm patted him on the shoulder: "That's already great."

Seemingly sensing that his junior brother was under a lot of pressure, Xie Mo subconsciously added, "Just do your best in everything."

Enraged by the attack, the demons in the sky unleashed a dark sword light.

Yunxi wanted to retaliate, but then abruptly stopped.

The little girl hid next to Ye Jin, looking aggrieved, and whimpered softly, "Third Senior Brother, I'm scared."

The unspoken message is probably: Third senior brother, you can still protect me.

Ye Jin found it amusing and gave her a disgruntled look: "Hit."

The unspoken message is: Don't pretend.

Yunxi understood and reluctantly raised her hand upwards.

A giant whale appeared in the sky above Musou-ji Temple.

In an instant,

From Kun to Peng.