Several monks were shocked: "What?! Escaped? Where did he escape to?"
Song Shi said, "I'll use the spell to look for it again." He glanced at the sword in Yin Buqi's hand and asked, "Did you find this sword at the bottom of the river? Did you name it?"
"This sword has no name."
Yin Buqi flipped his wrist lightly, and the red black iron sword disappeared.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even Song Shi was shocked.
Jiang Niannian asked, "What's wrong?"
"Since ancient times, no matter how spiritual a weapon is, it is still physical. Holding it on your body is equivalent to a powerful accessory." Song Shi rubbed his brow and explained, "There has never been a weapon that was condensed with the power of one's own soul, but Yin Buqi did it... Haha, it's a blessing in disguise."
The monk said, "It wasn't picked up from the bottom of the river. It was conjured up. It's actually a real thing. This is amazing!"
Jiang Niannian was stunned and murmured: "Is this really the case..."
"So... what happened when you were at the bottom of the river? And how did those evil spirits disappear?" Song Shi looked at Yin Buqi with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
Everyone looked over there as well, they also wanted to know.
How did Yin Buqi use the power of his soul to forge his own spiritual sword
How did he manage to eliminate so many evil spirits despite being seriously injured
Jiang Niannian subconsciously felt that if she told Yin Buqi what she saw and heard at the bottom of the river, it would be disadvantageous to Yin Buqi, so she kept silent.
"It's inconvenient to tell you." Yin Buqi lowered his eyes, and his whole body was filled with an unconcealable gloomy aura.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward as he confronted Song Shi.
"Okay, okay, let's deal with the evil spirit first. We can talk about other things after we leave." Yin Ci came out to smooth things over.
Brother Yin doesn't seem to like being asked this question, so he wrote it down in a notebook.
"Okay." Song Shi retracted his gaze, activated the talisman paper, flew away on his sword, and everyone followed.
"What about Miss Tang?" A cultivator pointed at Tang Murou who was unconscious on the ground, and everyone then remembered that there was another person.
Yin Ci shook his head and said, "I won't carry you anyway, whoever wants to carry me can do so."
The evil spirit that night dealt a great psychological blow to him, and he was afraid that he would never carry any woman on his back again in his life.
"Then I'll carry it." A monk said readily.
"Yeah." Everyone responded and left.
Yin Buqi said: "Nian Nian, let me share a sword with you."
His sword fell into the water and disappeared, and his nameless sword was made by the power of his soul, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy and could not be used frequently.
Jiang Niannian nodded, and just as she drew out the jade-green sword, she caught a glimpse of the cultivator's hand touching the two taels of flesh on Tang Murou's chest.
She didn't say anything, looked away, and didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
Yin Buqi hugged her from behind. Through the thin clothes, their body temperatures blended together and their bodies were filled with each other's scent, as if they had merged into each other's body.
Not long ago, Jiang Niannian thought that he would be separated from her by the Yin and Yang, but now, he is safe and sound by her side. This gap makes her cherish her current relationship with him even more.
Jiang Niannian suddenly realized that she really liked the feeling of being hugged by him.
Her heartbeat quickened a little, and she moved in his arms, whispering, "Buqi, thank you."