Chapter 283: The Scent of Another Woman?
At this moment, Luo Wusheng had his eyes gently closed.
He could feel a soft, jade-like hand guiding him, his body wrapped in spiritual energy, invoking the power of the heavens as they traversed through the void.
However, his spiritual awareness was slightly agitated under these circumstances.
He was attempting to connect with his pitch-black broken sword, separated from him by an unknown distance.
Having forged a deeper connection with the sword, he could now channel the blank sword intent created by the Soulblade Specter within it. Even with the sword far from his physical reach, he could still draw upon this blank sword intent directly through their link, using it himself or manifesting it externally.
The blank sword intent he had given Xuan Ming had been obtained in this manner.
These sword intents were formed from the power absorbed by his black broken sword during the Six Sword Absolute Array unleashed by the Nascent Soul stage old man.
Although the total power was far from enough to match that of a heaven-grade Soulblade Specter, it was more than sufficient to meet the strength of an earth-grade Soulblade Specter.
'Still the same...'
Luo Wusheng sighed inwardly.
Communicating with his black broken sword was not going smoothly.
The signal on the other end seemed unstable; the transmitted information was intermittent, and the vague images he received were unclear.
Still, he could sense the broken sword's location, so there was no major issue—probably.
'With its abilities, dealing with that heaven-grade Soulblade Specter shouldn't be too difficult... I just wonder how the cultivators chasing that Soulblade Specter will feel when they see an old man shrouded in black mist suddenly appear and obliterate it...'
Luo Wusheng didn't feel much sympathy regarding his sword trapping the old Nascent Soul cultivator inside.
Although the old man was influenced by the Greed Attachment, his own actions had led to this outcome. Moreover, even if Luo Wusheng had any thoughts on the matter, his broken sword was far from obedient, listening to whatever he said.
Setting aside the Six Sword Absolute Array, the old Nascent Soul cultivator didn't hold much interest for him. Luo Wusheng decided to leave the matter to the Emperor's broken sword to handle.
'I just wonder what's happening with that Soulblade Specter in Jianlin City...'
It was surprising that it hadn't been dealt with yet.
After these incidents, the cultivators of Sword Province would likely need to reassess the danger posed by heaven-grade Soulblade Specters.
After all, two problematic heaven-grade Soulblade Specters had appeared in a row...
Luo Wusheng, recalling something, withdrew his spiritual awareness and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly.
Just then, a soft voice reached his ears.
"We have arrived at the Sword Rain City."
...
— Sword Rain City —
On a long street, Lu Yuliu walked with her small head slightly lowered, her cheeks puffed up in frustration. She lightly kicked a pebble by her foot, watching it roll a short distance away.
"It's not that I'm in a hurry... But isn't that guy being way too slow?"
Muttering to herself, the young girl seemed to imagine the pebble as a certain annoying individual and kicked it again.
She had already wandered this street five times waiting for someone!
The bustling marketplace had quieted as the peak hours passed, with many passersby having already left.
She made up her mind: when that guy finally arrived, she'd stomp on him hard!
Yes, stomping was better. If she kicked, the one who'd end up hurt would likely be herself.
Recalling her futile attempts to scratch Luo Wusheng five days ago when they parted ways, the young girl silently added this thought to her plan.
'Seriously, I was even hoping to have some time to explore the city with him before heading back to Royal City...'
She had even scouted out some decent shops along the street in advance.
But now, at this hour, all her preparations seemed wasted.
Even if he showed up this very moment, they'd barely have time to visit two stores at most.
How annoying!
The thoughts in her heart once again found expression in her actions.
Just as she was about to kick the pebble again, her movements froze.
A reluctant hand reached for her waist and retrieved a short sword that had just vibrated softly.
Her eyes turned to the blade as words slowly appeared on it.
[Ahem, my adorable Little Yuli... Still mad?]
This guy had the nerve to ask!?
The small hand holding the short sword clenched tightly as she angrily replied:
[You think?]
Though only two words, they carried the grievances of a girl who had waited for hours.
[Well, you know, being angry is bad for your health. It might make that time of the month come sooner—uh no, what I mean is, try to calm down?]
[Hmph, If you show up now, I might consider it.]
After sending this reply, Lu Yuliu glanced around.
She scanned her surroundings, but upon finding no trace of a certain figure, she stomped her foot hard and put the short sword back at her waist.
Having just decided to go offline and ignore the messages, the girl suddenly froze mid-action.
Her lowered gaze lifted slightly, just as a cautious voice reached her ears.
"Uh... Have you considered it yet?"
A young man, whose handsome face carried a hint of awkwardness, stood before her. His eyes darted about, and in one hand, he held a small bowl.
"If not, maybe you could cool down with a sip of this? I remembered you liked sour plum soup during the opening ceremony of the Demon Artifact Pavilion..."
Luo Wusheng sneaked glances at the girl's changing expression.
The Sword Fairy seemed momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. Then, as if understanding the situation, her expression quickly returned to its usual calm. She slightly raised her gaze to glance at the young man before her, then shifted her focus to the bowl in his hand.
After a long silence, a small hand slowly grabbed onto the young man's extended arm. Without saying a word, the girl leaned in slightly, her small mouth moving closer to the bowl—
—and then she bit down hard on the hand holding it!
"Hiss—"
Luo Wusheng quietly sucked in a breath.
Almost the moment her teeth sank into his hand, he instinctively withdrew his spiritual energy and suppressed his Buddhist Golden Body, making sure not to accidentally break her neat little teeth.
Still, he felt a slight relief.
Since this whole mess was his fault, if just letting her bite him could ease her anger, that was a fair trade—although he did wish his Little Yuli would drop her disguise before biting.
—Actually, maybe not. That might make her develop a kink for biting.
Just then, he felt the force of her bite weaken slightly.
'Finally calming down?'
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, the girl took another step forward. Her small hand tightened its grip on his arm, and her foot stomped hard on his.
Her delicate nose twitched slightly, as though sniffing at his hand.
"...I feel like there's the scent of another woman?"
The girl's soft murmur left Luo Wusheng stunned.
In a flash, he recalled how this very hand had been held by the Empress Taoist Alter Ego during their teleportation earlier.
Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
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