My whole family are full of geniuses, I really don't want to be a succubus!

Who are you calling dirty? Who are you calling dirty?

I'm still pure and innocent even now that I've transmigrated here!

Who are you calling dirty?

As if his tail had been stepped on, Su Yi immediately stood up straight and bared his teeth at the sword immortal.

If you were talking about before I transmigrated, I, Su Yi, wouldn't care. But now that I've transmigrated, what's dirty about me?

What's dirty?

Guys, does anyone understand? I'm being discriminated against in my profession!

Even before I transmigrated, I, Su Yi, could tolerate being falsely accused. But after transmigrating, I've truly reformed!

Seeing Su Yi suddenly become excited, the sword immortal didn't expect Su Yi to react so strongly.

Su Yi, who was so fierce that he even showed his teeth when facing a sword immortal, was simply trying to find more loopholes in the sword immortal's defenses so that he could gain more benefits for himself.

First, she grimaced, then instantly her expression turned to one of impending tears: "Back then, my family was poor, I was an orphan, but a person should be self-reliant. I earned my living through my own abilities, yet I still had to endure the cold stares and disdain of others. I thought the Sword Immortal understood my suffering, but I never expected that he would also be prejudiced like the world!"

Her peach blossom eyes were brimming with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

The humanoid luminous creature was immediately at a loss; he hadn't expected his honest comment to elicit such a strong reaction from Su Yi.

Su Yi, wailing and lamenting, was as pitiful and miserable as a courtesan in a brothel.

Aren't you a man? You're acting like you were forced into prostitution!

Su Yi showered him with compliments, and if the sword immortal didn't speak up, he felt like he was about to sit at the same table as a dog.

If I didn't need Su Yi's help right now, I would have killed Su Yi with a single sword strike if I were still alive!

  

The sword immortal patiently explained, "I mean your heart towards the way of the sword is neither firm nor sincere!"

Su Yi's eyes widened, and she said with a hint of pain, "What do you mean by lacking resolve? I've practiced swordsmanship day and night, for ten years without fail, yet I still haven't grasped the essence. Is that what you call lacking resolve? Is that what you call lacking sincerity?"

"Is it that I am not sincere, or that your judgment is too arrogant?"

Practicing swordsmanship day after day for ten years?

The sword immortal naturally didn't believe Su Yi, who was spouting nonsense, but then Su Yi got up and picked up a dead tree from the side.

Su Yi's carefree personality had completely changed; she stood there like a sharp, menacing sword.

This made the sword immortal serious, and he looked intently at Su Yi, who was holding a withered branch.

Su Yi closed her eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them, the withered branch in her hand moving at will.

Without the aid of true energy, relying solely on a pure understanding of sword techniques, the man in white robes and black trousers danced before the sword immortal like a swallow in spring.

Its movements were agile yet brimming with murderous intent; every move concealed a relentless killing intent.

This silenced even the sword immortals who had attained enlightenment through the sword.

Su Yi, who looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, has actually been practicing swordsmanship diligently for decades.

His every move showed no trace of youthful naiveté; he was as shrewd and experienced as a swordsman who had fought for many years.

Even from the sword immortal's ruthless perspective, everything Su Yi practiced was a killing technique!

He didn't understand why such a handsome young man would have such a murderous swordsmanship.

Of course, Su Yi wouldn't tell him that if he had any questions, he should talk to the King of All-Server PK!

After finishing a set of sword techniques, Su Yi, slightly out of breath, looked at the Sword Immortal and asked, "Have I practiced swordsmanship day after day for ten years without fail?"

The sword immortal remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I take back what I just said. Your devotion to the way of the sword is truly sincere!"

"Then may I inherit your mantle?" Su Yi asked.

The sword immortal shook his head and said, "Ten years without finding the right path is enough to show that you are not destined for the way of the sword!"

Su Yi was furious: "Damn it, isn't that enough? Gu Wanquan's opportunity is his!"

Looking at the forlorn Su Yi before him, the sword immortal suddenly felt a pang of pity for her.

The boy in white shirt and black pants lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, as if all the efforts of his previous life had vanished into nothingness.

He chose to abandon the very swordsmanship he was so passionate about.

This is nothing short of cruel to him!

The sword immortal couldn't bear it. Even though he had seen many cultivators over the past thousand years and his heart had never been stirred, today the sword immortal felt compassion!

"Do you really enjoy practicing swordsmanship?" the sword immortal asked Su Yi in a gentle tone.

Su Yi lowered her head, her expression blank, but her voice was deep and resonant as she spoke: "From a young age, I admired the way of the sword and aspired to become a chivalrous swordsman!"

"Being a chivalrous hero doesn't necessarily mean being a swordsman!"

"Why can't I be a swordsman?"

"...I have a method that can lead you to the path of the sword, but the way of force is destined to lead to limited achievements!"

Su Yi, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head. Although there were tears in the corners of her eyes, she couldn't hide her surprise and joy!

Su Yi asked with delight, "Can the Sword Immortal really teach me?"

Su Yi glanced discreetly at the water shield surrounding them, and felt reassured.

Mythical talent truly lived up to its name. By forming a shield with water, it directly activated the Mythical talent's ability to be alone in a room!

Mythical talents are truly powerful; they can trigger not only human beings but even the remnants of sword immortals' souls, causing a significant increase in their favorability towards oneself.

From the moment the sword immortal appeared, Su Yi had already thrown the abacus beads at his face.

From the initial water-covered cage to the emotionally charged performance.

With the added advantage of being alone in a room, coupled with his superb acting skills, he indeed reaped the benefits!

There are no useless talent effects, only fools who don't know how to use talents.

If it weren't for the fear of being rejected, Su Yi would have thought she could have become a succubus!

Seeing Su Yi's overjoyed expression, the sword immortal sighed, almost forgetting his most important purpose.

"I can teach you, but on one condition!" the sword immortal said.

"I can agree to any condition!" Su Yi nodded quickly.

The sword immortal raised his hand, and a golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a slender sword that hovered above his palm.

The sword immortal introduced the sword to Su Yi, saying, "This sword is called Jinghong. It is my personal sword, which has accompanied me in countless battles. When I died, all my sword intent was gathered into this sword. I hope that future generations can inherit my swordsmanship, uphold the righteous path, and eliminate demons and protect the righteous.

After speaking, the sword immortal looked at Su Yi with some confusion and said, "I originally thought that the person who came here would be the successor to my nine forms, but I don't know why it's you?"

"This remnant of my soul is no longer enough for me to harness the power of chaos once more, so I hope you can help me find the inheritor and entrust the sword intent within this sword to him!"

After speaking, the remnant soul of the sword immortal raised his other hand, drew his finger across the Jinghong Sword above his head, and a golden sword light landed in Su Yi's hand.

It was a tangible yet seemingly intangible "sword" talisman!

The Jinghong Sword, its sword intent drawn out, emitted soft chirps, as if weeping for its master who had abandoned it.

Su Yi looked at the Jinghong Sword, which was imbued with spiritual power, above the remnant soul of the sword immortal, and couldn't help but feel puzzled:

"Isn't the sword of the future white-robed sword immortal Gu Wanquan called the Broken Goose Sword? Where did this Startling Goose Sword come from?"