As for the teacher at this moment,
although his Divine Soul was injured, his mood was not as heavy as his disciple’s, but rather quite cheerful.
"Not bad, I can open a treasure chest again... I only have a few thousand Spirit Stones on me, hope Mei Suxin has treasures other than the Hidden Nether Gate."
Chen Ye first carefully collected the Hidden Nether Gate left by Mei Suxin.
The bone bell felt ice-cold to the touch, and as soon as he touched it, the Heart Slaughter Sword in his sea of consciousness started to agitate, causing Chen Ye to frown. The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and he hurriedly sealed it in a specially made jade box to isolate its aura.
Immediately after,
Chen Ye, despite his nausea, searched through the fragmented remains of Mei Suxin and found her Storage Ring.
At the same time, he also found Mei Suxin’s Peach Blossom Barrier and his Jade Treasure Sword.
"Most likely, after Mei Suxin died, the Jade fell out from the Hidden Nether Gate."
Chen Ye cleaned the Jade Treasure Sword and returned it to his Dantian for nurturing.
To be frank,
the first battle of the Jade Treasure Sword was not very satisfactory.
This treasure cost Chen Ye nearly ten thousand Spirit Stones, so he naturally expected a lot from it.
"Well, then. There are many eyes here, perhaps some Demon Cultivators are watching. It’s always safer to keep a low profile. This time I didn’t even use the Vine King..."
Chen Ye thought to himself, as he stored away the Peach Blossom Barrier and cupped his hands to Xu Changhe:
"Brother Xu, I’ll leave the rest for the Xu Family to handle."
Xu Changhe nodded, signaling to his subordinates to collect the spoils, then looked gravely in the direction shrouded in dark clouds in the distance:
"Taoist Friend Chen, although Mei Suxin has been eliminated, the massacre of the He Family remains shrouded in mystery. My brother Xu Changfeng is investigating at the He Clan Territory right now, would you like to accompany him? Perhaps we can find some clues."
Baiyang Villa, on the edge of the He Clan Territory.
It takes only half a day to reach the He Clan Territory from here by Sword Control.
Xu Changhe was already concerned about the extermination of the He Family, and upon arriving here, he naturally had thoughts about it.
Chen Ye shared the same sentiment: "I won’t feel at ease until I see it for myself. Then, let Brother Xu lead the way."
He struggled to stand upright, but the Heart Slaughter Sword not only backfired on his Divine Soul but also depleted a large amount of his Spiritual Power.
This made Chen Ye extremely weak, his vision turning black and almost unable to stand firm.
Fortunately.
The Heart Slaughter Sword faintly transmitted feedback, and after killing Mei Suxin this time, the Heart Slaughter Sword had absorbed Mei Suxin’s Divine Soul and greatly benefited from it.
Once it has fully digested it, not only can it nurture itself, but it can also provide feedback to Chen Ye.
Despite the high cost of using the Heart Slaughter Sword now,
once Chen Ye’s Divine Soul progresses and the Heart Slaughter Sword undergoes further restoration, its use will be much easier.
"Master’s Divine Soul is injured, it’s not suitable to rashly use Spiritual Power, let me handle the Sword Control."
Zhiwei worriedly supported Chen Ye’s arm.
The green gourd at her waist hummed softly and emitted a verdant light, hovering before her. The sword expanded in the wind, providing a sturdy footing.
Chen Ye felt quite gratified,
the little girl from before could now control a sword and carry her master.
Indeed, my disciple is coming of age.
He was just about to agree when Xu Changhe cheerfully said:
"Lu, you just had a tough battle, let me take your master instead."
This time during the magical battle,
he still had the True Seal of the ancestor as a trump card, which gave him confidence and made him relaxed.
But how could Zhiwei agree?
She had always wanted to control the sword and carry her master...
But what if Xu Changhe wanted to talk to her master privately? How should she handle that?
Thus, the black-haired little girl pursed her lips and stood silently on her Gourd Sword.
Chen Ye noticed his disciple’s reluctance and smiled:
"How much Spiritual Power can a mere magical battle consume? No need to trouble Taoist Friend Xu. Just allowing my disciple to fulfill her filial piety."
"Alright, we’ll go ahead!"
Xu Changhe didn’t insist, nodding in agreement.
The young girl squinted her eyes, a bit reluctant.
But her cultivation was not as high as her senior sister’s, and Xiaohan was only a lower grade second-tier Magical Treasure. She could control the sword herself easily enough, but carrying someone would be inconvenient.
Moreover, her master was severely injured; if anything went wrong, wouldn’t she be to blame ten thousand times over?
"Senior Sister, you... you must be careful!"
Qing Jun clenched her small fists, unhappily stepping onto Xiaohan, and followed behind Xu Changfeng, leaving first—she didn’t want to witness her master and senior sister being close.
The sword cut through the air, Zhiwei concentrating as she formed a seal, with the verdant Gourd Sword beneath her feet steadily lifting the two of them.
Sword light swirled, isolating the cold wind and snow from outside.
She suddenly said earnestly: "Master, my cultivation is still shallow. Please hold onto my waist in case of an accident."
Accidents?
Chen Ye chuckled as he glanced at his disciple’s slender waist. Such a frail disciple, what difference would it make if he held on?
He laughed: "Zhiwei, your master hasn’t become a mortal, I can still stand firm..."
"Oh..." Zhiwei murmured, "Then is Qing Jun a mortal? Can she slip?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Back then, whenever Master took Qing Jun on Sword Control, you would always repeatedly remind, telling Qing Jun to hold on tight to you. But as for your disciple, not afraid of heights, I was always the one standing in front..."
Master was baffled, Zhiwei’s words were disjointed and really confusing to understand.
"In general, Zhiwei wasn’t saying she wanted Master to protect her like Qing Jun. Rather, she wanted to protect Master..." Zhiwei’s voice suddenly lowered.
Chen Ye understood.
Zhiwei meant,
the idea of falling wasn’t important, just as he protected Qing Jun, it was out of care.
Even so,
Chen Ye still felt there was something odd about his elder disciple’s words. He coughed and said: "Zhiwei, that was a long time ago, back then Qing Jun was timid. Later, after her cultivation developed, didn’t your master stop..."
"Master! Zhiwei wasn’t greedy or angry! Besides, what Master did, he did..."