The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

The girl cried out in surprise: "You have a wife?"

The scripture says: “???”

"Sure enough!" Mu Yunning clapped her hands, her eyes solemn: "I knew that your two disciples were not simple, they are so beautiful, they really inherited your genes... Which one of them is your daughter? Who is the child's mother? How about I be the child's godmother?"

"Snapped!"

Jing Yan didn't say anything and gave Mu Yunning a chestnut, which caught the girl off guard and made her hold her head in grievance.

"What are you thinking about?" Jing Yan said angrily, "Don't you know the grammar of adjective modification? Besides, I'm only 23 years old this year. How can I have a 10-year-old daughter?"

"oh oh."

Mu Yunning held her head and looked at Jingyan with tears in her eyes, but for some reason, after hearing Jingyan's explanation, her originally depressed and blocked mood suddenly became clear.

"Mu Yunning, why didn't I realize that you have such a strange way of thinking before? You always have strange ideas."

Jing Yan rubbed his forehead and was speechless about the girl in front of him.

"No, is it strange?"

Mu Yunning shook her head: "I'm not surprised at all."

"Ah."

Jing Yan sneered, snapped the booklet in his hand shut, looked at the dark night outside the cave, and said, "Go to sleep!"

"Hey, do you still want to sleep?"

Mu Yunning asked curiously. After all, when one has reached their level of cultivation, they can completely regulate their breathing and meditate. The efficiency of rest is much higher than that of sleep.

"What's the difference between a person who doesn't sleep and a salted fish?" Jing Yan waved his hand and leaned against the campfire. "I'm going to create a sect in the future, called the Eat Well and Sleep Well Sect. If you want to join now, I can give you a tribute!"

"What does it mean to be a worshiper?" Mu Yunning raised her eyebrows. "Let's not talk about whether anyone has joined your sect, but I, the Saintess of the Qinglan Sword Sect, am only qualified to be a worshiper, and you are still at the stage of making promises?"

Mu Yunning gritted her teeth and said, "You're not even willing to give me a big picture!"

"Good good."

Jing Yan sighed and said, "Then I'll give you the position of deacon, okay?"

"No, I want the deputy master!"

"Mu Yunning, you have too big an appetite. Although our Divine Sect of eating well and sleeping well is still in its early stages, it will have hundreds of millions of followers in the future. Yet you actually want to be promoted directly to the position of deputy sect leader!"

Jing Yan severely criticized Mu Yunning's greed: "Elder, no more!"

"I want to be the deputy leader!"

"Chief Elder, I won't back down even if it's even a little more!"

"I want to be the deputy leader so that I can seize power and usurp the throne."

"Good fellow, you don't even try to hide your ambitions now, do you? Mu Yunning, I, the sect master, declare that you are now expelled from the sect. Now you can only start as a junior disciple!"

"Deputy Sect Leader!"

"..."

......

......

As they continued to talk nonsense, the faint light from the campfire gradually dimmed.

The two of them seemed to have returned to their childhood, the age when they were simple-minded and only thought about taking advantage of others verbally.

"Good night."

After leaving these words, Jing Yan turned his back, closed his eyes, and decided to set an example by enforcing the sect's rule of getting enough sleep.

Looking at the familiar young man in front of her, Mu Yunning's eyes flashed with a crystal clear light.

She stretched her hand forward.

But the hand floating in the air stopped quietly and was timidly retracted.

"Good night."

She whispered so.

Then she covered her heart, which was beating increasingly violently, and tightened her sword.

From the moment she began to perform sword skills in the snow, the girl had a premonition.

She felt like she was being stared at by something terrifying. Even her clear sword heart was constantly giving her warnings, as if it was warning her that some terrible terror was about to come. It was an extremely dangerous existence that she had no way of dealing with at her current level.

That was her fate that she could not escape, that thing was coming for her.

Mu Yunning was full of thoughts. Looking at Jing Yan who had fallen into a deep sleep, she stood up silently.

The girl held her sword tightly and walked into the blizzard.

She won't implicate others.

49. Come here to kill the devil

The snow-capped mountains in the secret realm are very strange.

The spiritual energy here is thin, making it difficult to practice cultivation. The sky seems to be restricted by something, and even flying with a sword is impossible.

What worried Mu Yunning the most was that she felt a wailing sound that filled the sky and the earth, and permeated through ancient and modern times.

That was the wailing of swords. They were afraid of something and finally wailed in endless fear. Wisps of sword energy lingered in the snow-capped mountains and would not dissipate for a long time.

Mu Yunning stepped into the thick snow in her long boots. The cold wind blew her hair away and her long skirt fluttered in the wind, as graceful as a fairy.

She walked away from the cave where Jingyan was, walked to the top of the snowy mountain alone, turned her back to the bright moon, and waited slowly.

The feeling of approaching crisis became more and more clear. Mu Yunning could almost conclude that perhaps in a few moments, the enemy who made even the sword energy feel panic would appear in front of her.

She was clearly aware of the other party's terror and terror.

Even if she was just locked onto by the other party, the identity card that allowed her to give up the trial and leave the secret realm would become useless.

Mu Yunning had tried it. She crushed her ID card, but it was of no use. At this moment, she could not leave the secret realm at all.

The other party has set his sights on her and she has nowhere to escape.

But fortunately, that thing only targeted her, so in front of Jing Yan, she always behaved calmly so that he would not notice anything unusual.

If the other party was a guy in the God Transformation or Refining Void realm, Mu Yunning would definitely explain to Jing Yan, but it was obvious that it couldn't be that simple for a guy who could make the identity card ineffective by just using his aura.

Its cultivation level is above the Lianxu stage, possibly the Jiedi stage, or even higher, the Hedao stage, and it may even reach the Mahayana realm directly.

This kind of cultivation level cannot be achieved by simply relying on two young cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage to defeat the enemy of a higher level.

So Mu Yunning chose to face it alone. It would be fine if the other party had no ill intentions, but if the other party really came to kill her, at least Jing Yan would not be implicated.

"Come out, don't be sneaky."

Mu Yunning leaned against the cliff and said.

"You can actually feel my presence."

Just as Mu Yunning was distracted, a sharp sound like a leak in the wind sounded in the distance.

Mu Yunning looked closely and saw a guy covered in black. His body shape was no different from that of a human. He held a broken sword in his hand, and his black hole-like eyes revealed an incomparable fanaticism.

"what are you?"

It just stood there, but Mu Yunning's sword-holding hand couldn't help but tremble slightly. The bright sword heart in her body was frantically indicating danger to her, warning her to escape quickly.

This feeling is like the suppression of blood. Any cultivator who uses a sword cannot escape this fear.

"What am I?"

The dark figure laughed.

"You juniors are really rude and have no manners at all. It is very rude to ask about other people's names like this, do you know that?"

"But your sword heart and body are delicious. They are the cleanest and clearest sword heart I have seen in thousands of years, so you are qualified to know my name."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, when gods and demons arose, there was a swordsman who ascended to the sky and killed thousands of gods and demons. He was honored as the 'Sword Bearer', and I am the sword in his hand, named 'Qingming'."

As it spoke, it sniffed the cold wind and snow, as if recalling the past.

"Excalibur?"

Mu Yunning's eyes were solemn. This thing looked like a monster no matter how he looked at it. How could it be a divine sword?

"So what is the purpose of your visit, Senior?"

Mu Yunning asked again.

"good question."

The Qingming Sword pointed at Mu Yunning.

"I see that you have a keen swordsmanship and a remarkable physique. Why don't you give me this body so that I can continue my mission of slaying gods and demons?"

This is the purpose of the Qingming Sword.

Obtaining a new body to continue one's existence, if described more appropriately, this behavior can be called possession of another's body.

Its current body is the one it possessed.

During these tens of thousands of years, it has been constantly searching for a body with a talent for swordsmanship, and then snatching the opponent's sword heart and taking over the opponent's body.

Countless geniuses have died by its sword.

But the Qingming Sword never thought that there was anything wrong with its actions. After all, it was the one that slew gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago. Those bodies could play a greater role in its hands.

It even had a premonition that as long as it found a body with sufficient talent, it could even take over another body and become a true immortal, no longer confined to the tiny broken sword.

And today, it seems to see the light of day.

The sword heart of the girl in front of him was extremely clear. To it, it was like a grand meal. It was even the sweet smell of sword energy that awakened it from its long sleep.

But in fact, just as Brother Dao said, what is hidden deep in the snow-capped mountains is just a magic sword that has lost its owner and fallen into the evil path. It is no longer the Qingming Sword that slays demons and monsters in the past, but a twisted mind that does all kinds of evil.

"What if I refuse?"

Mu Yunning suppressed her fear, grasped her sword, and the three-foot cold blade gradually came out of the sheath.

"Oh?"

Qing Ming Divine Sword tilted his body slightly and said in a sinister voice: "Then, what right do you have to reject me?"

Such things have happened countless times over the past tens of thousands of years.

Everyone, without exception, rejected it, but everyone, without exception, also became its nourishment.

This vast snow mountain is actually not just a snow mountain, it also buries the sword souls of countless broken swords. When this Juxian City was not yet sealed off and called a secret realm, this piece of snow mountain actually had another name.

Sword Tomb.

Countless precious swords are buried here, but these swords are buried along with their owners in the unfathomable snow and ice.

In other words, this snowy mountain is the hunting ground of the Qingming Divine Sword. As long as you step into this mountain, you will become its prey.

"Just relying on your Nascent Soul cultivation?"

The Qingming Divine Sword spoke with disdain. Even though it had been sleeping for a very long time and had been hungry, it still had the cultivation level of the Hedao period.

Although not even a fraction of his strength in his prime, it was still a piece of cake to use it against a small Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Ah."

Mu Yunning sneered.

She seemed to have realized her own failure and saw her own death.

But she still felt deep disdain for the guy in front of her, the kind of contempt that was deep in her bones.

She felt that the sword could not be called a divine sword at all, and it was even questionable whether it was a sword at all. It was just a demon that had been possessed by a demon and had lost its mind.

Facing such a guy, as the sword wielder of the Qinglan Sword Sect and the saint who slays evil spirits, what reason would she have not to swing her sword at him?

The only regret is that I didn’t have a fair competition with that bad guy Jingyan.

But it doesn’t matter. Mu Yunning actually no longer cares about the agreed competition.

What she wanted more was for Jingyan to remember her, remember her name, remember her past, and remember their story.