After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

I wanted to make a sound, but unfortunately I couldn't.

If one could make a sound, it seems one could release all the things that gradually accumulate in the chest cavity and climb up the spine in one breath.

But... even though the Dance of Fine Snow was almost empty, she still remembered Master Shiyan's last command.

"Don't make a sound."

Slowly... Gradually... Little by little...

That strange, twisted, climbing thing, or rather, that feeling, spread throughout the chest cavity, spinal cord, and limbs.

It's no longer up to the individual's will.

Fine Snow Dance felt her tongue trembling as it pressed against her palate, unable to utter a sound, as if she would cry out in anguish if she relaxed her guard for even a moment.

She could only open her mouth slightly, repeating heavy breathing over and over again, turning her cries for help into heavy exhales, barely managing to stop the sound.

Her wildly expanding blank thoughts filled her everything like an inflating balloon.

finally...

Behind the drawn curtain, the owner's figure 'emerged' from what seemed like an endless sea of ​​light.

The inflated balloon finally burst open with a 'bang'.

"Ha—" A completely shattered sound.

Snowflakes swayed her shoulders and fell forward helplessly.

clang-

The woman's figure disintegrated in an instant.

The frost-blue ice sword fell into a puddle of icy water.

So amazed and stunned was Shi Yan that he didn't even have time to catch the falling ice sword.

Shi Yan hurriedly stepped forward, transforming into a gentle breeze to pick up the true form of the Dance of Fine Snow.

Behind Shi Yan, Shi Jiuzhou silently watched Shi Yan's back before quietly pulling the tent flap shut.

She had no idea what had happened in that tent last night.

After packing up the Dance of Fine Snow and delivering the little Pixiu to the young mistress, Shi Jiuzhou followed his master's scent and served outside Xingcai's tent.

She wasn't worried that Snow Dance would break free of her ropes, nor was she worried that Snow Dance would disobey her master's orders.

Sword spirits... at least those like Master Jiuzhou or Snow Dance are absolutely loyal to their masters and will unconditionally carry out all their masters' orders.

Even if that order would shatter the sword spirit to pieces, I would not hesitate.

Shi Yan tenderly wiped the ice sword in his hand, which seemed to have turned into a crystal-clear color.

I want to sit down in the chair behind me.

After a series of strange expressions, Shi Yan finally sat down on the edge of the bed.

She gently stroked the ice sword in her hand.

In my mind, I could faintly hear the woman's broken breathing, and... the faint murmurs that seemed to escape from her lovely lips during a light sleep.

"I...I think I did something really outrageous." Shi Yan looked up at Shi Jiuzhou.

She could only silently apologize to Snowdrift Dance in her heart, over and over again.

To Shi Yan's surprise, Shi Jiuzhou's face did not show any reproach or the kind of schadenfreude that comes with kicking someone when they're down.

She simply sat down slowly to Shi Yan's left and put her arms around his.

"No..." A soft voice gently rang in Shi Yan's ear.

very gentle.

Shi Jiuzhou was able to sense the guilt and self-blame that belonged to his master.

She didn't understand... what was there to feel guilty or blame herself for?

Blade & Soul—

They exist solely to be used by their master.

Being able to please their master is the greatest reward for them.

"She...is very happy." Shi Jiuzhou's voice was full of envy as she reached out to touch the frost-blue ice sword.

After thinking for a moment, he withdrew his hand back.

I am ultimately mortal enemies with the Dance of Fine Snow.

"I'm so envious." Shi Jiuzhou hugged Shi Yan's arm tightly, so tightly that it seemed he wanted to embed Shi Yan's arm deep into his body.

"I'm really... envious." Shi Yan could hear that Shi Jiuzhou's tone was completely sincere, as if... she also wanted to be 'played with' like that.

It was as if it were echoing Shi Jiuzhou's voice.

With the teacher's words in mind, he finally heard the signature inorganic, very subtle, very faint response of the Dance of Fine Snow.

“Master... there’s no need to apologize.”

The woman's voice was very soft, so soft that even the teacher had to strain to hear it clearly.

"That's punishment..."

"Xue Wu understands."

In his heart, it was as if the Snow Dance was nestled there, gently nuzzling Shi Yan's palm with its little head. "On the contrary, it's Snow Dance..."

"I'm sorry..." the woman said shyly.

“Master clearly said that we were not allowed to make a sound.”

"Xue Wu was the one who couldn't persevere in the end."

Listening to the woman's weak, trembling, inorganic voice, Shi Yan felt an indescribable pity.

In an instant, she seemed to understand just how adorable a sword spirit truly was.

Or rather—

Like the Dance of Fine Snow and Master Jiuzhou.

What kind of adorable existence is the sword spirit that has been silent in the "Sword Tomb" for so long?

Just like Bai Xiaoxiao, the "Soul of the White Fox".

They all exhibit some degree of Stockholm syndrome.

Shi Yan gently stroked the ice sword in his hand.

"Dance of Fine Snow... Could it be made a little smaller?" Shi Yan recalled the jade sword, about two palms long and almost like an ornament, that Shi Jiuzhou had transformed into so that he could stay by her side.

Shi Yan didn't want to put the real body of the Dance of Fine Snow into the storage ring.

"Eek..." A very small murmur of agreement was squeezed out by the Dance of Fine Snow.

The ice sword in Shi Yan's hand trembled slightly and slowly shrank.

Finally, it became a smooth, icy sword, more than a palm's length and two fingers' width, which Shi Yan held and played with in his hand.

Having grasped the nature of the sword spirits, Shi Yan gently stroked the ice sword in his hand, imagining the woman biting her lip in suppressed emotion.

"You can speak now," Shi Yan commanded in her mind in the gentlest tone.

"And... get some rest."

Holding the ice sword in his right hand, Shi Yan took Shi Jiuzhou's hand with his left, and the two stood up.

There's still a lot to do today.

The evil spirits and monsters in the deep forest have been basically wiped out, and the Star Celestial Division's forces should return now.

And the Azure Lotus Sword Sect—

The reason Long Taoyi and his group stayed in Nanjun City was purely because Shi Yan had disappeared. Their sense of justice made them decide to stay.

Qi Bi calmed Xia Xia down, and at the same time, they joined forces with the Xing Tian Si to search for Shi Yan's whereabouts in the deep forest.

Now that Master Yan has returned, it is time for them to depart.

Besides this—

The teacher looked north towards the city of Nanjun.

There's another big wedding coming up, and she's waiting to 'give a gift' to it.

106. A husband is not without tears, but he sheds them only at parting. Senior brother, senior sister will be waiting for you. [Second update]

Xiaxia slept for a whole day and night yesterday, so she woke up very early today.

The girls were already waiting for Shi Yan to arrive in the tent early in the morning.

Before stepping into Xiaxia's tent, Shi Jiuzhou silently released his arms, making room for his young mistress.

"Sister..." she called softly.

The girl ran over and happily hugged Shi Yan's arm.

Originally... Xiaxia thought her sister had gone out to "have an affair" with another woman since her sister hadn't come to her tent all night.

If it's Xingcai, the sister who looks very heroic, from the Starry Sky Bureau.

My sister might not even be able to get up today.

Xiaxia hugged Shiyan's arm, and through the thin fabric of her skirt, Shiyan could clearly feel the soft, youthful lines of her body.

Xiaxia's little nose is all wrinkled.

She could vaguely smell a sweet, soft fragrance emanating from her older sister.

But... she doesn't seem like Sister Xingcai.

Sister Xingcai doesn't have such a sweet and soft scent.

That... is Sister Qibi from the Azure Lotus Sword Sect?

Xiaxia's little head was filled with all sorts of thoughts.