Xie Wanyou felt that his vision went dark, and when he woke up again, he was already lying on his bed.

Rong Zhiwei, who was standing by, saw that she was awake, put down her book and stepped forward: "Little junior sister, you're awake."

Xie Wanyou felt the spiritual energy in her body becoming more abundant, and gradually remembered what happened before she fainted. She was a little confused and said: "Senior sister, why am I here?"

Rong Zhiwei explained: "The spiritual energy in your body was exhausted, so you fainted. It was Master who sent you back."

"So that's it," Xie Wanyou said, holding on to the bed and trying to sit up, but as soon as she moved, she hissed: "My back..."

Rong Zhiwei quickly pressed her down: "You were injured by lightning. I just gave you medicine, but you are not fully recovered yet. Don't move."

Xie Wanyou had no choice but to lie down obediently: "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Rong Zhiwei sat beside her bed, somewhat unnaturally: "There is no need to be so polite between you and me."

Xie Wanyou glanced around and unexpectedly didn't see Xiaobai, so he asked Rong Zhiwei. He was relieved when he heard Rong Zhiwei said that Xiaobai was taken away by Taoist Xuanming.

Rong Zhiwei tucked the quilt for her, and then stood up: "You rest for a while, I will go find Xiaobai, he must be very worried about you."

Xie Wanyou nodded in agreement. Sure enough, not long after, a small group of white plush rushed in from outside the door. It was so fast that it almost turned into a white shadow. Xie Wanyou felt his eyes flicker, and there was a touch of warmth on his face.

Hot soft touch.

"Mother, you're awake!" Xie Zhuoxing gathered up her golden-white wings, squatted beside Xie Wanyou's pillow, and brought a cat head to her in surprise. Her shadow was clearly reflected in his gray-blue round eyes.

.

It was so close that Xie Wanyou only had to turn his head to bury his face in the fluffy fur on its chest and take a sip.

Xie Wanyou imagined the scene and then actually did it. He buried his face in the soft fur on its chest and took a big sip, and then said with satisfaction: "Well, mother is fine."

Mother's love seemed a little heavy, and Xie Zhuoxing was a little panicked. He secretly used his front paws to try hard to lift the mattress under his body, so that Xie Wanyou wouldn't be sucked over and turned over on his back.

Xie Wanyou took a sip of the sweet-smelling Zaizai, but felt it was not enough. Just when he was about to reach out and hold Zaizai to his chest for a kiss, Master Xuanji suddenly came.

Xie Wanyou was a little stunned when she saw Master Xuanji entering the door. She became even more confused when she heard Master Xuanji saying all the encouraging words to her in a pleasant manner.

Logically speaking, she didn't have much interaction with this great uncle. In terms of relationship, they were not close enough for him to come to express condolences in person. It was a bit abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

Xie Wanyou was a little confused to begin with, not to mention that after Master Xuanji asked her some questions about Xiaobai, the eyes he looked at her inexplicably became more and more loving.

When he left, he left with a sigh, and his back even showed a trace of vicissitudes of life.

Xie Wanyou: "..."

Did she say something wrong?

Xie Wanyou turned to look at Xiaobai in confusion. He wanted to ask the child what he was playing when he went out with Taoist Xuanming just now. However, the cub misunderstood her meaning, came over with his tail wagging, and licked her enthusiastically, and then

While purring in his throat, he rubbed his little head against her face.

Xie Wanyou couldn't remember so much in an instant. He hugged Zaizai and rubbed it, leaving this little episode behind.

After resting for a while, Xie Wanyou took out the communication talisman and reported the good news to Bixiao Danzong.

Sect Leader Shen was very pleased. The young apprentice was young, and even though he had excellent talent, he must have put in a lot of effort to make alchemy and practice at the same time.

Sect Leader Shen did not forget that to be promoted to Nascent Soul, he had to survive the ninth level of thunder tribulation, and asked slowly: "Were you injured during the tribulation?"

Xie Wanyou always liked to report good news but not bad news, so he only replied: "I was struck by lightning a few times, but I will be fine soon."

Taoist Xuanyou happily interjected from the side: "Great, good disciple, I heard the recent news and was worried about your participation in the Immortal Questioning Conference!"

Xie Wanyou was a little confused: "The latest news? What?

What's the noise?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot that you are in the Xuancang Sword Sect and cannot hear news from the outside," Taoist Xuanyou deliberately teased her: "Wanyou, guess what happened."

Taoist Xuanyou refused to say what the gossip was. Xie Wanyou was so anxious that he could not listen to the gossip immediately. Xie Wanyou would like to call it one of the top ten tortures in the world of cultivation.

Her curiosity was aroused, and she quickly asked: "What is it? Is it something about the Immortal Questioning Conference? Isn't it because the Immortal Questioning Conference will not be held this year?"

She couldn't really be so unlucky, wouldn't it mean that her destined natal sword was even more unaccounted for?

"No, no." Taoist Xuanyou teased her and said cheerfully, "Guess again."

Sect Master Shen finally couldn't stand it anymore and reluctantly stopped Taoist Xuanyou from his bad behavior: "Okay, please stop teasing Wanyou."

Xie Wanyou finally learned the truth from Sect Master Shen.

"What!" Xie Wanyou was stunned: "Master, is this true?"

"It's not certain yet. There is just such news circulating among various sects, but it has not been completely settled yet." Sect Master Shen's quiet voice came from the other side of the communication symbol: "However, according to the information we have found,

, this year’s Fairy Tale Conference will most likely be held in advance.”

After Xie Wanyou was shocked, he asked confusedly: "But why... isn't the Wenxian Conference always held in June?"

Taoist Xuanyou snorted disdainfully: "Isn't it because of the so-called prophecies made by the Buddhist cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?"

"prophecy?"

"This matter is a bit complicated to talk about," Taoist Xuanyou said slowly, "We have to start with a sword in the sword pavilion."

There was a story to listen to. Xie Wanyou and Xie Zhuoxing immediately sat upright. Xie Zhuoxing even pricked up his ears and stared at the communication talisman in his mother's hand seriously.

Taoist Xuanyou continued: "The sword's name is Fushuang, and it was made by a very famous swordsmith. As for who the swordsmith is, it doesn't matter. What matters is that in this Fushuang sword,

It is said that a ray of spirit of the Phoenix was fused into it."

Xie Wanyou was stunned: "Is the swordsmith really so powerful that he can capture the soul of the phoenix? And didn't all the mythical beasts fall away many years ago?"

"Yes, that phoenix spirit is said to have been captured when the divine beasts fell on a large scale." Taoist Xuanyou sighed: "We don't know how the swordsmith did it. Anyway, it just happened.

The sword master forged the phoenix soul into the sword spirit and created the unparalleled artifact in the world, the Shushuang Sword."

Xie Wanyou raised a new question: "But how did the Fushuang Sword come to be placed in the sword pavilion, and why is it related to the prophecy of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?"

"You don't know this," Taoist Xuanyou said mysteriously: "The reason is very simple - because the phoenix soul captured by the swordsmith happened to be the killing soul among the seven souls of the phoenix."

"The Fushuang Sword, which uses soul-killing as its soul, is very evil. When it was first born, it was frozen for thousands of miles, and countless people were frozen into ice sculptures."

Following Taoist Xuanyou's eloquent talk, Xie Wanyou learned more about Fushuang Sword.

After the Fushuang Sword was born, because it was too powerful, the swordsmith could only suppress it in the sword pavilion.

——It is both suppression and protection.

No matter how evil the Frost Sword is, it is still a rare artifact in the world. How can the world not covet it.

Among them, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect plays the role of a guardian.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect once predicted that there will be an unprecedented catastrophe in the world, and only the master chosen by the Fushuang Sword can break it. Therefore, Buddhists in the past generations must guard the Fushuang Sword until the prophesied master of the Fushuang Sword appears. It is necessary

At this time, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect will do its best to assist Master Fushuang Sword.

When Xie Wanyou heard this, he almost understood: "...So, the reason why the Immortal Questioning Conference was held in advance is because the Lord of the Fushuang Sword in the prophecy is about to appear?"

"Yes," Taoist Xuanyou's tone was a little more irritable: "Just a few days ago, this news was spread everywhere. It must have come from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect... God is nagging, I hate this the most

Helping the hypocritical stick! The situation in the world of cultivation is already complicated, but they still..."

Taoist Xuanyou said

As he spoke, he began to curse. Sect Leader Shen probably thought he was swearing too much, so he walked aside with a communication talisman: "There are rumors like this spreading in the world of cultivation. This Immortal Conference will definitely be a mixed bag. We were originally worried.

Your cultivation is not enough, now that you have reached the Nascent Soul stage, we can rest assured."

Xie Wanyou didn't expect that just after she was promoted to Nascent Soul, news came that the Immortal Questioning Conference might be held in advance - in this way, the time left for her to improve her swordsmanship would obviously become more urgent.

Xie Wanyou twirled Xie Zhuoxing's mustache with her fingertips and asked, "Master, how early will the Immortal Questioning Conference be held this year?"

Sect Leader Shen sighed: "We're not sure yet. We won't know until it's completely settled."

After talking about the Immortal Questioning Conference, Sect Leader Shen asked about the inner demons of Duxuan Sword Master, and Xie Wanyou answered them one by one.

The master and apprentice had just been talking for a while when the communication talisman was snatched away by Taoist Xuanyou, and the topic suddenly changed: "Where's that kid? He's not next to you, right?"

Xie Wanyou knew who the person who could be called "that boy" by Taoist Xuanyou didn't have to think about. She coughed lightly and reminded him: "This is Xuancang Sword Sect..."

Taoist Xuanyou snorted coldly: "So what about Xuancang Sword Sect? Who knows if he has any dirty tricks to get in."

Xie Wanyou was a little embarrassed because Feng Ranzhou really used the resurrection vest to sneak into the Xuancang Sword Sect...

Taoist Xuanyou over there was still persuading her earnestly: "At your age, it's time to practice hard. That kid looks like he has a foxy skin, and he may be holding some bad water in his heart. Wanyou, wipe it off.

Keep your eyes open and don’t be deceived by bad men, you know?”

Xie Wanyou felt guilty and agreed casually. Not long after the communication ended, the "bad man" in Xuanyou Taoist's mouth contacted her.

After Xie Wanyou picked up the communication, the two of them asked each other a question in unison.

"Why is it so early today?"

"Why did you pick me up so late today?"

Xie Wanyou: "...I was just talking to Master."

Over there, Feng Ranzhou was walking in a corridor. Except for his footsteps, the surroundings were silent: "Are you talking about your promotion to Nascent Soul?"

Xie Wanyou was shocked: "How did you know?"

Feng Ranzhou said calmly: "There are not only spies from Shenqi in Xuancang Sword Sect, but also my spies."
To be continued...