Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

As the group slowly approached, they were able to see Feng Lian's full appearance.

The longsword's blade was clear and translucent like cold jade, with a faint silver-gray base color. The spine of the sword was engraved with fine dragon patterns, which were hidden in the blade. Instead, the blade was surrounded by a faint aura of coldness and compassion.

Shen Chunri frowned slightly, as if the face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The hilt is carved from the bone of a deep-sea dragon, without any elaborate pearl or jade decorations, only wrapped with a dark silver dragon scale cord. The scabbard is plain and extremely cold.

"This sword is more suitable for the path of the common people, or the path of questioning one's own heart," Nie Zhao said.

When the people suffer, one should take up one's sword to show compassion.

"Doesn't the Path of Ruthlessness also take protecting the common people as its mission and uphold justice and fairness?" Yu Xintang said, "Xiaolong is also very suitable."

Xie Weixing stood still, Fu Sheng's earlobe trembling slightly.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head slightly.

The others were so engrossed in watching the legendary number one sword in the world that they didn't notice his little commotion.

Yu Xintang said softly, "The Falcon Sword choosing its master is unprecedented in thousands of years. Even though my father and mother are knowledgeable, there is no record of it in history. Little Dragon, you can only try it yourself."

All eyes turned to Tan Suiting.

The young man stepped forward, his jewel-blue robes fluttering gently. He looked up at the long sword on the stone platform, his narrow eyes calm and undisturbed.

The moment the slender, slightly cool fingertips gently touched the hilt of the dragon bone sword.

"Buzz—!"

A faint, hoarse sword cry rang out.

The silent Fenglian Sword emitted specks of silver light, the patterns on its spine slowly awakened and flowed endlessly, the clear sword light spread out, and countless broken swords on the surrounding stone walls trembled and bowed in resonance.

The pale silver sword light spread upwards along Tan Suiting's arm.

He closed his five fingers, gripped the hilt firmly, and gently lifted it upwards.

As expected, the longsword that rose with the momentum did not leave the stone platform. A powerful suction force rushed from his fingertips straight into his meridians, firmly locking his palm.

Tan Suiting frowned and exerted more force.

Feng Lian's sword hilt seemed to be rooted to him, clinging tightly to his hand. No matter how he mobilized his spiritual power to pull it upwards, the sword remained motionless.

Tan Suiting frowned, his wrist bones felt numb from the pulling, and silver-blue lightning crackled on the outside of his arm, constantly impacting the dormant seal on the sword.

"I can't pull it out." His voice was slightly deep, with a hint of surprise.

Everyone's expression tightened.

Xie Weixing: What's going on?

System: I'm not sure. There aren't many records about the Fenglian Sword in the original book, but when Su Boyu led the Demon Lord down to the Sword Tomb to retrieve the sword, it seems that...

Xie Weixing seemed thoughtful and indignant: "Our Dragon Palace is so awesome, and it's still not satisfied? Does it want to go to heaven and marry the Jade Emperor? Is Feng Lian out of her mind?"

System: What do you want?

Xie Weixing realized: What did you just say?

System: I was saying that when Su Boyu took the Demon Lord down to the Sword Tomb to get the sword, it seemed like the two of them pulled it out together!

Xie Weixing: Oh, even the couple's space is here. Having to ask my wife for help to wield a sword? This demon lord isn't all that great, a useless piece of trash. If I were him, I'd just slit my own throat and enjoy my happiness...

The man was still rambling on and on, complaining to the system.

At that moment, the patterns on the spine of the Fenglian Sword rapidly swirled, and an invisible force tore through the air, sweeping straight toward Xie Weixing, as if a divine sword were actively drawing its power.

"boom--!"

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, Xie Weixing was forcibly torn apart by immense force and brought before Feng Lian.

?

"What do you mean?" He coughed, covering his nose, and frowned. "Is your sword haunted?"

Fu Sheng trembled violently on his ear cartilage.

"Grandpa, please stop making a fuss," Xie Weixing sighed. "You've been single for too long, do you want to date Feng Lian? Can we talk about this later?"

Fu Sheng paused for a moment, seemingly speechless at his master's idiocy.

The next moment, a wisp of cold white light floated out from the earring, binding the two hands tightly together like a ribbon.

Xie Weixing: ?

Tan Suiting tried to let go, but Feng Lian held his fingertips tightly, their fingers intertwined, and he could almost feel the blood vessels under his skin contracting.

Yu Xintang was the first to react: "Wait, does it want you all to attack together?"

Shen Chunri's eyes widened: "Huh? That's like trying to pull out dragon scales; it takes two people to do it."

Xie Weixing and Tan Suiting were stunned for a moment, then their eyes met.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow: "Want to give it a try?"

"Yes." Tan Suiting nodded.

Without further hesitation, he raised his hand, and the two arms touched, their fingers intertwined. Two completely different spiritual energies merged and intertwined along their touching arms, flowing continuously into the Fenglian Sword through the hilt.

"bite--!"

The entire stone chamber trembled violently, thousands of broken swords on the rock walls rang out in unison, and a sky full of silver light soared into the heavens.

The Fenglian Sword, which was originally firmly nailed to the Xuanyu Platform, slowly broke free from its restraints. Its clear sword light swept in all directions, and its compassionate sword intent and sharpness merged together.

With a resounding sword cry, the blade unleashed a wisp of sword intent, slicing through the fingers of the two men, the blood trickling into the hilt.

Feng Lian was finally pulled out by the two of them working together.

Xie Weixing felt pain in his fingertips and immediately let go.

Feng Lian was freed from the Xuan Yu stone platform, and Tan Suiting smoothly lifted the sword to his side. The sword drooped slightly, and the silver light fell on his pale face, softening its sharp edge.

Tan Suiting frowned slightly, gently stroking the dragon pattern on the sword's spine with his fingertips, and softly murmured the sword's name: "Feng Lian".

The divine sword trembled slightly, as if in response.

Xie Weixing smiled and said, "As expected, only you deserve it."

The system chuckled coldly: "Need your wife's help to wield a sword? Useless thing. If I were him, I'd just slit my own throat and enjoy my life."

Xie Weixing: What's it to you? This is fate, this is clever strategy. You're just a lazy dog ​​who can level up easily by playing with me, and you dare to attack people? I'll sell you out, believe it or not.

system:?

As the sword wind swept by, Tan Suiting flipped his wrist and raised his hand to hand Feng Lian to him.

Xie Weixing was slightly taken aback. Forgetting about arguing with the system anymore, he raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with doubt: "Hmm? You just got the number one sword in the world, and you're going to give it to me right away?"

Several people nearby also glanced at them.

A swordsman's sword will never be easily given to others.

Moreover, a sword that has acquired sentience will recognize its master, let alone Feng Lian, who is known for her aloofness and mystery.

It's difficult for others to even touch it, let alone hold and wave it.

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, his long, narrow pupils clear and calm, his voice cool and resolute: "Give it a try."

Three short words, no explanation, no hesitation.

Seeing his serious expression, Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, raised her hand, and gently placed her five fingers on the cool dragon bone hilt.

Everyone held their breath as Nie Zhao gathered fire in his hand, ready for the divine sword's furious counterattack at any moment.

The next moment—

Om-!

A very soft, gentle sword cry rang out.

The anticipated rejection and backlash of spiritual energy did not occur at all.

The silver light, originally exclusive to the dragon's thunderous breath, suddenly softened and settled completely into Xie Weixing's palm.