Chapter 90

The information Su Qianqian brought was undoubtedly precious.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that his enemies were not just Feng Kong and Shao Yi, but the thirty-three people of the Inner Court...

This was still within the Spirit Palace. If he left the Spirit Palace, he would likely face the Zhang and Wen families of Tian Sang County.

Xu Xiaoshou's head ached terribly. He had never thought that a mere arena match could bring him such a great disaster.

"It's all that damn Wen Chong's fault..." He held his forehead, absent-mindedly.

Su Qianqian looked at him with concern. After thinking for a while, Xu Xiaoshou could only put it aside temporarily.

Since he was here, he had to face these problems sooner or later. Perhaps as he grew, even greater hardships awaited him.

"It's fine."

After reassuring Su Qianqian, he looked at the giant sword on the little girl's back, and the image of the masked man from last night, as well as Elder Sang's words, flashed through his mind...

"Can I take a look at this sword?"

"Sure."

Without hesitation, Su Qianqian drew the sword and handed it over, saying, "But it's picky, it might not like you."

"Oh?" As soon as Xu Xiaoshou touched it, the sword began to vibrate violently. He pulled back as if electrocuted, "So strange?"

Su Qianqian smiled, "This is its spirit. The more powerful the sword, the more spiritual it is."

Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a moment, then took out his "Zangku" and said happily, "So, my sword also has a spirit."

Su Qianqian became interested. She knew that the black sword of Brother Xiaoshou was only a ninth-grade sword.

A ninth-grade sword, how could it possibly have a spirit?

"Look!"

Xu Xiaoshou flipped the sword, pointing the tip at himself. Without any extra movements, the black sword began to vibrate.

"Buzz!"

He flipped the sword back, and the vibration decreased.

"Buzz..."

Su Qianqian was stunned. What kind of spirit was this, so bizarre?

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

"Don't believe it?" Xu Xiaoshou snorted, "That's just your lack of knowledge!"

He kept flipping the black sword.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz..."

"Buzz!"

"Buzz..."

Su Qianqian was completely dumbfounded. This...

"Suspected, passive value, +16."

"Suspected, passive value, +37."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was also surprised. How could there be so many passive values?

Looking around, he realized that after landing, the nearby cultivators had been attracted by the two of them.

Moreover, some people had already recognized Su Qianqian. The champion of the Outer Court and Su Qianqian's trip to Ehu Lake was big news.

Word spread quickly, and more and more people gathered around.

Su Qianqian didn't mind; she had long been used to being the center of attention. After all, geniuses always drew attention wherever they went.

Xu Xiaoshou was even more so; the more people, the more passive values he could earn!

He ignored the crowd and forcibly took the vibrating giant sword.

Before he could examine it closely, the giant sword suddenly flew into the sky and returned to the scabbard on Su Qianqian's back.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment. He looked at his "Zangku" and suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

Look at that, that's what a spirit is. Yours is just a desire to devour its master!

Su Qianqian smiled and drew the giant sword again, handing it to Xu Xiaoshou.

"No fooling around!"

The sword was about to vibrate but calmed down upon hearing her words.

Xu Xiaoshou was amazed and carefully examined the sword.

The giant sword was entirely white, with an unusually thick and heavy blade, quite different from a regular giant sword, more like a thick stone tablet.

Even with his innate physical strength, Xu Xiaoshou could feel its weight.

"Great sword!"

He praised, this sword was far superior to his "Zangku."

No, the two shouldn't even be compared.

Upon closer inspection, he could sense a sense of desolation and sorrow from the calm white giant sword.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but immerse himself in it. He seemed to see an endless desolate desert, with eternal snow under the vast sky, and a massive tombstone standing since ancient times.

Loneliness, solitude,沧桑...

His vision blurred, and the scene disappeared, leaving only the sword in his sight.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and looked up.

"Suspected, passive value, +64."

"Revered, passive value, +89."

Huh?

What's going on?

A glance to the side revealed that a layer of frost had formed on the surface of Ehu Lake!

What the heck!

It was summer, and the sun was still high in the sky!

His senses gradually returned, and he heard Su Qianqian's urgent voice: "Brother Xiaoshou?"

But mostly, he heard the noisy crowd:

"What the heck, why did it get so cold just now? I felt like my soul was frozen!"

"Look, the lake is frozen?!"

"How bizarre, it must be Xu Xiaoshou's doing! But what exactly happened?"

"Can someone explain, I'm so confused!"

No one replied. The crowd was as confused as Xu Xiaoshou.

Only Su Qianqian's face was full of surprise: "You can see it?"

She suddenly thought of something, "Oh, Brother Xiaoshou has innate sword intent too!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hide his shock. This was a famous sword?

Just a glance, and it could pull a person into its world.

"Named Chengxue... Tombstone?"

"Yep." Su Qianqian didn't deny it.

"Can you tell me its story?" Xu Xiaoshou felt this sword must have a story.

Su Qianqian smiled happily, surprised that someone other than her grandfather also liked to hear her stories.

She took the sword, gently caressing it, and the sword vibrated softly, as if enjoying it.

"In ancient times, there was a Sword Saint named Chengxue."

"He had a close friend, also a Sword Saint, who followed the path of killing, known as the Killing Sword Saint."

"One day, he accidentally killed Chengxue. After realizing his mistake, the Killing Sword Saint was filled with regret and erected Chengxue's sword as a tombstone to suppress the ages."

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a while, but Su Qianqian didn't continue.

"Is that it?"

"Huh?" Su Qianqian looked up in confusion, "That's the story of 'Named Chengxue.' Did I miss something?"

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt terrible. Your story makes sense, but it feels...

It shouldn't be so simple!

Details?

The fall of a Sword Saint shouldn't be so tragic?

Are you kidding me? The story is so straightforward and simple!

"Great story!"

"Very concise!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but praise, then asked, "Is there a more precious sword in the Tian Sang Spirit Palace?"

Su Qianqian smiled with dimples, shaking her head, "No."

"Think carefully, there's another sword, more powerful than this!" Xu Xiaoshou said seriously.

Su Qianqian's smile froze, and she tilted her head, thinking seriously, "No."

"Really not?"

"Yep!"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart sank. He also felt there wasn't, but it couldn't be!

If there wasn't, then the sword the masked man was looking for must be Su Qianqian's "Named Chengxue."

If that guy couldn't get it from the Tian Sang Spirit Palace's big shots and now had his eyes on Su Qianqian, what would happen to her?

"Trouble!" Xu Xiaoshou was anxious.

Su Qianqian's eyes rolled, and she understood, "Brother Xiaoshou, are you worried about the masked man from last night?"