The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

"The legend of the Heavenly Sorrow Immortal has been passed down to this day. No one knows why he slaughtered most of the cultivation world back then, let alone how he ascended to immortality. The only clues left are a cave and a Weeping Sword."

"Everyone guessed that the Heavenly Sorrow Cave would only have a chance to open after the Sorrowful Sword recognized its master. Countless powerful figures in the cultivation world were waiting for that moment, but for so many years, the Sorrowful Sword has never reacted in the slightest."

At this point, Ying Wuhuo paused and looked at Chi Miao: "But recently, the Weeping Sword has reacted. It is precisely its revival that has caused all the swords in the Sword Tomb to have their spiritual power suppressed to nourish it."

Chi Miao listened very attentively, but his eyes lit up only when he heard the last part.

"So you mean, maybe this Weeping Sword has taken a liking to me, and its possessiveness is acting up, which is why it won't let the other swords choose me?"

Ying Wuhuo: "...How did you come to that conclusion?"

Although he currently shares this thought, it's incredibly shameless of Chi Miao to say such a thing himself.

This is the sword left behind by a true ascendant; how precious and powerful it is!

No matter how talented you are, they wouldn't restrict other swords just for your sake, would they?

If you say that out loud, you'll get beaten up!

Chi Miao said, "You yourself said that the reaction only started recently, isn't that because I came to Nine Swords Mountain for the trial? And since he was able to suppress Ten Thousand Swords, it's reasonable for him not to let Ten Thousand Swords choose me. Most importantly... if it's not for this reason, can you explain the current situation in any other way?"

"Besides, since you've brought this up with me at this time, you probably share the same thoughts as me deep down, right?"

Chi Miao had finally said everything, leaving Ying Wu Huo completely speechless.

Because everything Chi Miao said was true.

He said, "I can't be sure, but if you want to try, I can take you to try it."

He himself had tried to contract the Weeping Sword.

The Weeping Sword said he was unworthy.

He was born with a sword spirit, and he was not even worthy of causing ten thousand swords to resound in Nine Swords Mountain back then. As for others... apart from Chi Miao, he really couldn't think of a second person who would be favored by the Weeping Sword.

Chi Miao was eager to try, rubbing his hands together: "Of course I have to try, I can't let good stuff slip by."

Seeing her like this, Ying Wuhuo rubbed his temples with a pained expression.

"Show some respect; after all, that is the sword of an ascended senior."

"But don't get your hopes up too high. So many years have passed, and that sword has long lost its power. Besides... it might not even be interested in you."

Chi Miao: "If he doesn't like me, I'll just use force."

"?" Ying Wuhuo took a deep breath: "I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless."

Even so, Ying Wuhuo still led Chi Miao to the hiding place of the Weeping Sword.

It was a narrow, dark, and damp cave, but the further you went in, the more you felt an indescribable unease, as if the most painful memories of your life were being stirred up and hanging over your heart.

The sword's cry grew fainter and fainter; it was a mournful cry.

Chi Miao's mind was in complete chaos.

She recalled her past life as an orphan.

Then she remembered when she first transmigrated, she was sitting alone in the village's latrine, being laughed at by the other children.

"Fool, look at that fool, he's completely bewildered. So, how's the dung? Does it taste good?"

I was reminded of my daily routine of picking up trash in the village and town.

"Get out! You ungrateful wretch, you know that stealing means having your hands chopped off?!"

"I...I didn't steal it. I saw he didn't want it anymore and threw it on the ground, so I picked it up and ate it."

"Pah! My young master's things are still my young master's if they're lost. I wouldn't give them to you even if I had to feed them to the dogs! Get lost!"

"Why...why? I just want to live, I just want to live."

Then she remembered the day she wanted to change everything.

He was betrayed by his friend.

He took the blame for someone else's theft, received fifty lashes, was left in the wilderness, and nearly died.

"Host, you can change all this once you complete the mission. The world is cold-hearted, so how can you be so noble? You're lying, lying... How do you know if the people you're lying to are even human?"

"..."

It rained heavily that day.

She waited until the rain stopped before speaking expressionlessly.

"Is it really possible to change all of this?"

"I want to live."

She hated these memories because they constantly reminded her of her pain.

……

"hiss--"

"Damn it!" Chi Miao was in a daze for a moment before finally coming to her senses, covering half of her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Ying Wuhuo looked at her in surprise, and was also stunned after seeing her expression: "What happened? What did you see? Your expression... is a little scary."

expression?

Perhaps it was because seeing these memories that people didn't want to recall that made him somewhat irritable and ferocious.

But why would Ying Wuhuo ask this question?

"You didn't see anything?" Chi Miao asked.

Ying Wuhuo: "What do you see?"

Chi Miao was silent for a moment: "It's nothing."

The Gou Shi System, however, gave him an answer: "Host, you were just... subjected to soul searching. Something is spying on your memories."

It was at this time that...

An explosion came from deep within the cave.

The real culprit has been found.

Her spiritual root is special; anyone who tries to search her soul will explode. Isn't that just walking into a trap?

Alright, so your broken sword dares to remind her of these unpleasant things? Then don't blame her for being impolite!

Little Swordsman, you'd better behave.

Ying Wuhuo suddenly sensed the aura of the person behind him growing stronger, and had a bad feeling: "We're about to see the Weeping Sword, so don't do anything strange again."

Chi Miao smiled, her smile growing brighter and brighter: "How could that be? I'm a good girl who grew up under the sun, how could I do anything strange? Of course... if it doesn't know what's good for it, then don't blame me."

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

You'd better be!

Soon they reached the depths of the cave, where a dark and decaying "sword" emitted a faint light.

It's more like a staff than a sword, and it's a bit rusty.

Chi Miao: "This look is a bit ugly."

Ying Wuhuo said with a dark face, "You talk too much."

Chi Miao stepped forward and examined the sword in front of him.

The sword light was so faint that it seemed it could go out at any moment.

"Hmph." Chi Miao snorted coldly.

What are you pretending for?

You still dare to search her soul when it's so weak?

She reached out and touched the blade of the sword: "I'll give you a chance to follow me, do you want it? Don't be ungrateful."

Ying Wuhuo's face darkened: "..."

The Weeping Sword showed no reaction whatsoever.

Ying Wuhuo took a deep breath.

"Could you put it in a slightly more polite way? After all, it's a sword left behind by an ascended being."

"Politeness? I've already given it face!"

Chi Miao chuckled and gripped the Weeping Sword tightly.

"This sword tried to search my soul without my permission, and its technique is terrible. Does it even have any manners? Playing dead, huh? Just wait... I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

Just as Ying Wuhuo was about to say something more, Chi Miao did something earth-shattering.

This left Ying Wuhuo and the elders who had been observing from outside the water mirror completely dumbfounded.