Jian Wushuang asked again, "So we're just going to keep walking without a goal?"
Song Wuxin nodded. "That's right, we're just going to keep walking until we find it or we can't move anymore."
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Chen Qing asked.
Song Wuxin grinned again. "For people like us, it's already a blessing to be able to live another day. Life and death are not things we should consider. Besides, sometimes, death isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Chen Qing immediately shook his head upon hearing this. "Do you see that? Two idiots."
The two of them appeared to be extremely uneasy in front of this group of powerful figures. They pinched the corners of their clothes and didn't know what to say.
In the end, it was still Jian Wushuang who said, "This journey is far from as simple as you think. If you can't even do the simplest thing to protect yourself, your end won't be any better than today's."
"If it weren't for us, you and your brother would've been dead long ago. Do you think you would've been able to survive until now?"
"If even you don't cherish your own life, then I advise you not to take your brother to death with you."
Song Wuxin's entire body shuddered upon hearing Jian Wushuang's words. However, a hint of bitterness immediately appeared in his eyes.
"I also want to take him with me, but I'm naturally untalented, and my control over my derivative power is extremely weak. There's no way I'll be able to deal with any dangers that may arise."
Jian Wushuang said indifferently, "Since you're not talented enough, then you'll have to make up for it. Otherwise, you'll have to change in other ways."
"You … practice the sword?"
When Song Wuxin heard that, he hurriedly removed the short sword that looked like a fire stick from his waist. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm not particularly proficient in the way of the sword. I picked up this sword earlier as a self-defense tool."
Jian Wushuang raised his hand and picked up the short sword. He pulled it out of its scabbard. The blade of the sword was already extremely worn down. Perhaps even some of the spirit beasts in the Heaven Realm wouldn't be able to kill it.
"Let's throw this sword away." He said without even raising his head. He then turned to Spring and Autumn. "Spring and Autumn, see if there are any real swords."
Spring and Autumn nodded and began to rummage through his storage ring.
When Chen Qing, Spring and Autumn, and Cui Jing were in the Celestial Realm of the past, they had almost taken all of Heavenly Court treasures from the Six Ravens Heavenly Court.
Very quickly, Spring and Autumn pulled out a real sword without a sheath from his storage ring and handed it to Jian Wushuang.
The True Sword was warm to the touch and did not feel cold at all. The body of the sword was completely black and only the two words "Heaven's Secret" were engraved on the hilt. It was a True Sword that was not inferior to Chen Qing's sword in the slightest.
"Catch," Then, Jian Wushuang directly tossed the Heavenly Fate Sword to Song Wuxin.
He was shocked. Even if he was slow-witted, he knew the weight of the real sword in his hand. For a moment, he was speechless.
"If you want to cure him, you have to make yourself stronger first."
Jian Wushuang looked at him, his eyes shining with golden light.
Song Wuxin swallowed his saliva, his arms tightly hugging the real sword.
…
Thus, no one left the Celestial Realm for seven consecutive days.
The reason was that Jian Wushuang had been teaching Song Wuxin the most basic sword techniques, as well as the sword intent he had comprehended.
"Brother Spring and Autumn, I originally thought that Big Brother Jian was unapproachable, but now it seems that he's quite approachable. Do you think he'll answer any questions I ask him about cultivation realms in the future?"
Spring and Autumn glanced at Cui Jing from the roof of the restaurant and smiled. "He'll naturally answer such questions. You'll know once you get to know him. He's actually not an overly cold person. He'll take care of the people around him."
Cui Jing nodded and looked thoughtfully at the figure who was just standing there. The light in the depths of his eyes became more and more resolute.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
When the thin figure gradually became shrouded in mist, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Let's go," Jian Wushuang said concisely, then turned and prepared to leave.
With a plop, Song Wuxin knelt on the ground and heavily kowtowed a dozen times to Jian Wushuang's back.
Song Wuyan, who only knew how to giggle foolishly, hurriedly knelt when he saw his brother kneel, also kowtowing a dozen times.
"Sir, I, Song Wuxin, have drifted for half my life. No one has ever given me any favor, causing my brother to suffer all kinds of hardships."
"But today, I've received a meal, a sword, and a thought from sir. I, Song Wuxin, am unable to repay you. I hereby swear that in ten thousand years, no matter what the result is, I will rush to sir's side. I'm willing to serve as your vanguard for the rest of my life."
Jian Wushuang did not look back. He only released a cool breeze to lift the two brothers up.
"Don't think too much. I'm only doing this on a whim. I don't ask for anything in return."
"As for the two of you, it's best if you survive first."
After saying that, Jian Wushuang's figure did not stop and he slowly walked away.
Song Wuxin subconsciously took a few steps forward, but in the end, he stopped where he was.
Then he bent over and carried Song Wuyan on his back, flying towards the horizon.
...
Although they stayed in this heaven region for ten days, it was only an instant.
During this time, that heroic woman slightly recovered from her injuries and wanted to escape.
However, with Di Qing, Chen Qing, and the others guarding, she did not manage to escape in the end.
With his hands behind his back, Jian Wushuang calmly asked, "Tell me, why did you go to the Northern Heaven Immortal Continent?"
The heroic woman's expression was cold, but there was an inexplicable anger surging in her eyes.
"You better answer honestly. Otherwise, your end will not be much better than those Derived Immortals from before," Chen Qing threatened coldly.
The heroic-looking woman sneered. Even though she was facing Jian Wushuang, Di Qing and the others were not afraid. "If you want to do it, do it quickly. Why waste your breath? This is not your style not long ago."
Jian Wushuang frowned when he heard that.
"Answer honestly, and I'll let you go this time. Did you seven swordsmen go to the Northern Heaven Immortal Continent to kill Gongzi Mo?"
She said coldly, "Don't you think your question is rather stupid? Do you think I will answer? "
"Damn it, I must teach you a lesson," Chen Qing said angrily and raised his hand to teach her a lesson.
However, Jian Wushuang stopped Chen Qing and looked at her. "I'm not interested in whether your goal is to kill Gongzi Mo or not. What I'm interested in is the faction behind you. How powerful is it that its goal is to assassinate the Thearch's Son?"
The heroic woman trembled, and a trace of panic flashed across her face.
"You can leave now," Jian Wushuang said and then indicated that she could leave.
She was stunned. Clearly, she did not expect him to let her go so easily.
However, the heroic woman did not hesitate too much. Her figure flashed, and she prepared to leave.
(End of Chapter)
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