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

After gathering his strength, Su Yi suddenly felt a sway at his waist.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Wait a minute," the young sword spirit in the sword said with concern.

Su Yi's pain was witnessed by the sword spirit of the Qieman Sword, who was in the same room.

When Su Yi opened her eyes, she immediately asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

At this moment, Su Yi suddenly realized that she had arranged everything, but forgot about the "Slow Down" sword at her waist.

Su Yi unsheathed his longsword, placed it on the table, and looked at Qiemanjian with a hint of apology, asking, "Qieman, I can't be a sword cultivator after all. You'll feel wronged following me. Will you resent me?"

The sword rang out with a clang, and a small, handsome boy dressed in white clothes and black pants appeared above the sword.

"Why blame Master? I followed you willingly!" the boy asked, full of confusion.

Su Yi's eyes flickered as she looked earnestly at the sword spirit before her and said, "After all, you were once the sword of a sword immortal, and even now, you are still a top-tier sword weapon. Having a sword weapon by my side, someone who isn't a sword cultivator, would be a waste of your potential!"

Although only Su Yi and the sword spirit were in the room, the window was slightly open, and the enclosed space was not fully enclosed.

Looking at Su Yi before it, the sword spirit could clearly sense Su Yi's guilt and deep self-reproach.

As a sword spirit, I can easily sense the truest thoughts in people's hearts.

Even with the added effect of the mythical talent, the sword spirit could still sense Su Yi's sincerity.

The young sword spirit stared at Su Yi for a while, then chuckled and said, "Master is mistaken, wait a minute, you're not happy!"

"Wait a minute, you don't need to..." Su Yi thought the sword spirit was trying to comfort her, so she quickly said.

But wait, interrupting Su Yi, she said with a smile, "I was very happy when I competed with the Sword Immortal for the title of number one in the world, because the Sword Immortal used me to achieve his own level of mastery, which gave me a great sense of satisfaction!"

"But if I can stay by my master's side, and my master prefers a life of peace and tranquility, then I will also like that kind of life. What I choose is not a way of life, but my master!"

The boy's innocent voice, filled with utmost sincerity, made Su Yi feel ashamed.

From the very beginning, his motives for seizing the Qieman Sword were impure; it was merely a way to weaken Gu Wanquan's future strength.

But as time went on, the quiet little boy sword spirit always waited patiently for his summons.

But now that he was no longer a sword cultivator, he rarely paid attention to this divine weapon that had once shaken the world.

Hearing the sword spirit's concerned inquiry, Su Yi felt a faint sense of guilt and shame.

Su Yi loves freedom and dislikes restricting others, probably because she did too many things she didn't like but had no choice but to do before she transmigrated.

Therefore, Su Yi values ​​the freedom she gains after time travel.

Because of his own selfish interests, the immortal sword has been tarnished and left silent, which makes Su Yi feel very uncomfortable.

Especially after hearing the sword spirit's heartfelt words, Su Yi seemed to be silenced.

"I might not be as good as you think!" Su Yi scratched her head and said softly.

"The imperfect Su Yi is the Su Yi I love!" the sword spirit said with a smile.

"If one day you feel... if you were..." Su Yi opened her mouth, wanting to say that she would magnanimously let the immortal sword leave, but facing the sincere sword spirit, she didn't know how to speak.

"I didn't choose Master so firmly because of the effects of the laws on Master!" the boy said, staring at Su Yi.

Su Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sword spirit in astonishment.

Even Zhenxiazi and Luoxiazi, who were at the Fusion stage, couldn't sense his mythical talent, yet the sword spirit in front of him could vaguely perceive it!

"You..." Su Yi stammered as she looked at the sword spirit.

The sword spirit chuckled and said, "I was once a Dao artifact, and even though I'm just a celestial sword now, I can still vaguely sense the unusual nature of my master!"

"Then why would you?" Su Yi didn't understand. Since the other party knew about the mythical effects on her, why would they still recognize her as their master?

"Even though Master doesn't have the talent for sword cultivation, Master still loves the way of the sword. I can feel that. Master has the purest sword heart for the way of the sword!" The sword spirit paused for a moment before speaking.

"Sword Heart?" Su Yi involuntarily touched her heart, feeling that what the other party said was somewhat mysterious and she couldn't quite understand it.

Seeing Su Yi's somewhat bewildered expression, the sword spirit shook its head and said, "That's something only I can perceive. To pursue something given innately is merely to seek the purest power. Only what Heaven doesn't bestow, yet one still desires to pursue, is the purest form of love!"

"I'm so glad to be liked so purely by my master!" the sword spirit said in a slightly embarrassed voice.

The sword spirit's words struck the softest spot in Su Yi's heart.

The truth is the sharpest knife, and sincerity is a deadly weapon.

At this moment, Su Yi felt that saying anything more would be an insult to this sincerity, so she just quietly looked at the Sword of Slowness in front of her.

After a long while, a faint smile appeared in those peach blossom eyes, as if saying to himself, and also to the Sword of Slowness, "Long time no see, Slowness!"

"Please take care of me in the future, Master!" the Sword of Slowness replied lightly.

As if baptized, Su Yi felt more tired than ever before. She slumped onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.

This was probably the most restful sleep Su Yi had had since she transmigrated.

No need to think about the future, no need to scheme and act out the uncertainties of life, just get a good night's sleep, a simple and peaceful sleep.

Su Yi never expected that she would find such a sense of security from a sword.

The sword spirit looked gently at the sleeping Su Yi. It knew very well that Su Yi would not become a sword cultivator who wielded a sword for a long time to come.

But it can wait, until Su Yi is truly able to face her true self.

Moreover, even though Su Yi is unable to cultivate, it can sense that by staying by Su Yi's side, its former strength as a Dao artifact is slowly recovering.

Not to mention that Su Yi has things and smells that she likes.

"She clearly knows nothing, yet she always pretends to know everything. In the end, she even forgot what she likes?" The sword spirit murmured to himself as he looked at the sleeping Su Yi.

The sword spirit suddenly cursed, "Su Yi is a big idiot!"

Then, the sword spirit scratched his head, sighed, and said, "Never mind, as long as Su Yi is happy every day!"