"So, it opening its eyes and staring at you was also part of your plan?"
Lu Yuzhou, "Hm?"
As soon as Zhang Ze’s words fell, a white light blood in the hand of the Colorful Robe "Lu Tianming," who had opened her eyes at so unknown point. Majestic Sword Qi gathered, as if about to cleave the heavens.
The Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword.
Almost at the sa ti, that longsword ford of starlight and mist also appeared in Lu Yuzhou’s hand. She raised her sword and struck upward to et it.
The Hidden-world Naless Law-destroying Sword.
It was very ssed up for two Celestial Sect people to be crossing Swordsmanship like this, but it was happening anyway.
Sword Intent and Dao surged and roiled in this cramped space, flickering between extinction and rebirth, finally converging to a single point and dispersing into the Formless.
Evenly matched.
"Good sword!" The ice lotus shattered, and a clear female voice passed through the ice mist into everyone’s ears.
The ice mist dissipated, and Lu Tianming appeared before everyone.
Different from the earlier Colorful Robe, that idiot vibe had completely vanished.
Now there was spirit in Lu Tianming’s eyes, and the Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword she had just displayed was no longer just an empty shell.
She had beco real—or rather, that mass-produced Sword Spirit shell, in that instant, had beco soone’s vessel.
Lu Tianming was still alive—or rather, still existed, existing sowhere within the Holy Land.
Wei Zhuang looked at Lu Tianming and subconsciously wanted to bolt.
He’d grown up getting chopped by that Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword move; he couldn’t possibly mistake it.
But he was still a step late. Lu Tianming stepped forward and slung an arm around Wei Zhuang’s shoulders. "Yo, A-Zhuang, hahahaha, what are you doing here? Where are you gonna run this ti?"
"And that big maggot thing that goes around chopping people—what is that supposed to be? Your Sword Sect’s Divine Beast?"
She pointed carelessly at Lu Yuzhou—who was clearly a junior of her own sect—and teased.
Lu Yuzhou, "..."
She figured that once they got back, the first thing she’d do was change the form of this Dharma Body. A堂堂 Celestial Sect Leader being mistaken for a big maggot all day long really wasn’t a sustainable situation.
Wei Zhuang, "Let go! People are watching!"
"I won’t. Let them watch, so what? It’s not like we’ve never been seen before. You’re a grown man, what are you scared of?"
Watching Lu Tianming’s hands roam all over Wei Zhuang like so old pervert, Zhang Ze turned his head away.
At this mont, he grasped a profound truth: an Old Ascender’s mouth is nothing but lies.
Their so-called stories of the past might well be real, but at the sa ti really not very likely.
If there were two parties present, then it might be sowhat credible, but if there was only one, then what they said probably wouldn’t even be twenty percent true and eighty percent fake—it might not even reach that.
Take these two, for example. There was no way things were as simple as Great-uncle had made them sound.
"There is absolutely nothing between us beyond the feelings strangers have for each other."
Heh.
Zhang Ze, full of unspoken aning, snuck another glance at the two of them.
Though a bit clumsy with the "toys," the experienced Great-uncle still managed to wriggle free. He looked at Lu Tianming and asked solemnly,
"What exactly is going on with you? Why did you beco like this?"
Lu Tianming, "Beco like what? I’m perfectly fine."
Wei Zhuang, "Do you even know what ti it is right now?"
Lu Tianming, "Have you played hide-and-seek till your brain broke? Isn’t it Dongqi right now... Dong... ow, holy shit, who ssed with my brain?!"
Lu Tianming suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. She clutched her head and dropped to her knees.
The mories that had been extracted twisted like a vortex, tearing at her personality. The layer of disguise covering the surface of the Sword Spirit body began to flicker wildly.
Looking at her own hand, its color constantly changing, shifting between real and illusory, Lu Tianming swore in a very ungenteel way.
"Fuck your grandma, Xiao—"
But before she could finish, she lost consciousness.
Just as she had appeared out of nowhere, her personality—or rather, her Divine Soul—left this temporary body without the slightest warning, disappearing to who knew where.
This Sword Spirit once again beca an empty shell.
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