Bixie Palace Master 2

Danzhu strode over and tore off all the hair ornaments from his hair. The rest of us swords hurriedly gathered around to ask about the result.

Danzhu huffed angrily, "He was charmed alright, but the problem is that the man isn't the Palace Master, just his Protector Zhuyue!"

We all let out an "Ah," and Pojun asked, "Then what about the Bixie Palace Master?"

Danzhu replied grumpily, "How should I know!"

At this moment, we saw the bright glow of fire from the woods, surprisingly heading our way. Danzhu's expression changed slightly. "Oh no... That protector is coming to pester me again. I'm retreating first, you guys cover my rear!" After saying that, with a spin, he transformed back into the true body of the Danzhu Sword and disappeared into the distant night sky with lightning speed.

Seeing this, I knew that if the matter blew up, it would definitely alert Master, so we had to let it go for today. I looked at the little boy beside us, who was watching us leisurely without any surprise, and pinched his cheeks with both hands. "You little brat, remember you absolutely cannot tell anyone about seeing us. If you do, big brother will come back in the middle of the night to spank your butt, got it?"

The little boy looked at us with those deep eyes of his, then suddenly smiled sweetly. "Got it, big brother! Big brother, my name is Yin Fushu, what's yours?"

I paused. Telling him my real name was definitely a no-go, so I casually made one up. "My name is Hei Yu. Remember, absolutely do not say a word!"

After giving the instructions, I led the grand procession of swords to fly away from the Pear Garden, charging towards the magnificent and majestic Wanren Mountains of the Shushan Sect in the night sky.

That night, Danzhu was so angry he didn't speak for the whole night, no matter how much we tried to comfort him. According to the eyewitness Jiao Ling, Danzhu had made a huge sacrifice of his charm this time. Not only did he actively throw himself into the other's arms, but he actually endured it when the other pinched his butt. To find out in the end that the person wasn't the Palace Master at all, it was no wonder he was so furious.

I was deeply sympathetic and stroked his sword body. "Little Zhu, since you're so pretty, running into a pervert is just human nature, right?"

Danzhu's sword body shuddered, shaking off my hand.

Pojun quickly brought over some top-quality tea. "Don't be angry, we'll go help you teach that whatever protector a lesson."

Danzhu suddenly rose into the air, the tip of his sword pointing straight at Longyuan, who was the only one left to guard the Sword Pavilion's door tonight. "It was all your brilliant idea!"

Longyuan gave him an indifferent glance. "It was you guys who failed to get the most important piece of intel—who the Bixie Palace Master really is. It wasn't my strategy that didn't work."

Danzhu was trembling with anger, but he eventually dropped back onto the sword rack. The swords fell silent. It seemed Danzhu would never agree to use this trick again. Besides, since the Bixie Palace had already been alerted, they might complain to Master tomorrow.

Everyone spent the night in relative silence, anxiously waiting for dawn.

However, the next day was surprisingly peaceful. We waited obediently on the sword racks and walls for a whole day, and nothing happened. I heard from the sword attendants that Master was still cooped up in the Zhaohua Palace cultivating today, and that Bixie Palace Master hadn't come to cause trouble either.

This was truly strange. It seemed that little brat named Yin Fushu kept his word quite well!

The swords all breathed a sigh of relief, and so everyone returned to their usual lives. Those who gossiped gossiped, those who played mahjong played mahjong, those who dozed dozed, and those who spaced out spaced out. Honestly, being a sword meant no eating, no sleeping, and no need to earn money; life was bored to death. I had no choice but to study some classic literature, like Golden Plum or something. Lately, though, I managed to get my hands on a copy of the Carnal Prayer Mat from a certain disciple, and I was currently analyzing it carefully.

At this moment, the door clicked softly, so I hastily put the book away and returned to my true body. The other swords also put away their mahjong and chess, quickly flying back to the walls to put on an obedient front.

It was Master who entered. The expression on his face was slightly unusual.

"My swords are never shown to outsiders. Once you're done looking, leave immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite," Master said to someone outside the door.

Another deep, magnetic voice replied, "Little Xiuxiu, don't be so fierce. It's not like I'll steal your swords."

Little Xiuxiu... I looked down and saw the ground covered in goosebumps shaken off by the swords.

Master's brow twitched. "After you finish looking, will you truly leave the Shushan Sect?"

The other voice said, "When have I ever lied to you~ Besides, I am the master of a palace after all. Having been away for so long, I must return to the Bixie Palace."

We were all shocked. So this was the Bixie Palace Master we had searched everywhere for?!

I slightly raised my sword body, turned my head, and found that Danzhu and Pojun had also leaned out with murderous looks on their faces. Fine, actually, apart from Longyuan, all the swords had shifted forward a few inches, as if that would let them see the newcomer sooner.

Master hesitated for a moment and took half a step back. A person with a build similar to Master's stepped into our field of vision.

Although I really didn't want to admit it, this person's looks truly left one unable to insult him. He was exceedingly handsome, and everything from his gaze to his movements exuded a certain demonic charm. His nine-colored luxurious robes were intricate but not chaotic, and an aura of profound enchantment perfectly complemented his temperament. Like a black mandala, he emitted a dangerous yet captivating presence.

Of course, my description is purely to give everyone a sense of reference; I, the divine sword, am not actually a lovestruck fool!

Seeing the walls and racks full of all kinds of precious swords, the Bixie Palace Master couldn't help but click his tongue in praise. "I've long heard that Little Xiuxiu is obsessed with swords. Seeing it today, I know the rumors are entirely true."

"Believe it or not, call me that again and I'll kick you out right now." Master probably felt humiliated being called Little Xiuxiu in front of us, so he flew into a rage out of embarrassment. I must say, Master looked good even when he was angry.

"Alright, alright, it was just a joke." The Bixie Palace Master's gaze slowly swept over the swords one by one, lingering on Longyuan for a moment. "I heard these swords are all rare treasures, and they all have sword spirits?"

Master said, "All things tinged with emotion possess spirituality. These swords have been stained by so much secular and supernatural strife and slaughter, so naturally, they have spirits too." When speaking of swords, Master's gaze softened considerably. His eyes swept over us. "My swords all have their own personalities. More accurately, they chose me."

'Tch, making it sound so nice... Then what's the deal with Longyuan... Didn't you swindle him from his original master's younger brother...'

The Bixie Palace Master moved away from Longyuan and looked at Pojun, passed by Danzhu, and finally stopped in front of me. He carried a pleasant scent of pear blossoms on him, so I took two extra sniffs. He asked Master, "These four swords look different from the rest. Are they the crowning treasures of your pavilion?"

Master nodded. "They are indeed quite good."

Although I, this divine sword, knew I was quite good, being praised by Master still made me feel pretty great.

The Bixie Palace Master's gaze fell on me. With his back turned to Master at this moment, why did his smile look like it could send chills down someone's spine?

"What is this sword called?"

"Ya Jiu."

"Ya Jiu? It certainly matches its appearance." The Bixie Palace Master gave me a bizarre, wide smile. "Little Xiuxiu, I really like this sword. Can you lend it to me to play with for a few days?"

I shuddered in shock, and the other swords all looked over in surprise. After a brief moment of shock himself, Master's face quickly frosted over. It had been a long time since I last saw such a dangerous, freezing expression laced with anger appear on Master's face.

'Not bad, not bad... I still have a place in Master's heart... Though he'd probably be just as angry if it were any other sword.'

Master said, "Do not test the limits of my patience."

"So stingy. You have so many swords, but you won't even lend me one to play with. What a waste of my deep affection for you!" The Bixie Palace Master immediately switched to a pitiful, aggrieved little wife persona. His acting was so superb that even Danzhu felt inferior watching it.

But Master wasn't buying it. "To take away my sword, you'll have to kill me."

"Oh my~ Why bring up killing out of nowhere. I was just saying~ Fine, fine, pretend I never asked." The Bixie Palace Master blinked, walking over to Master with eyes full of adoration. "Then I'm leaving. Little Xiuxiu, you must think of me!"

Master seemed used to his lovestruck advances and walked out with a cold face. The Palace Master followed him out, acting all reluctant to leave. I breathed a sigh of relief inside. If the Palace Master kept fawning like that, Pojun might just fly over and pick a fight with him. Look, Pojun was already so mad that smoke was coming off his sword tip...

However, it felt like the aura of Longyuan on the sword stand had a trace of loneliness to it right now. It didn't quite match his usual tranquil state?

Master closed the doors of the Sword Pavilion, and everyone transformed into their human forms, gathering in the main hall for a meeting.

Pojun said, "That sticky nuisance is finally gone. If he hadn't left, I would have gone over and slashed him!"

Danzhu gave him a sidelong glance. "With your meager skills, could you even manage to slash him?"

Jiao Ling interjected, "But, why did he suddenly want to borrow the boss?"

When he asked this, everyone quieted down and turned to look at me simultaneously. I shrugged, completely baffled. "I don't know either. I'm not familiar with him."

Danzhu raised an eyebrow. "Who was that little kid you were chatting so happily with last night? Could it be related to him?"

"...He said his name was Yin Fushu. I'm guessing he might be this Bixie Palace Master's illegitimate son."

Pojun grabbed Danzhu's teacup and smashed it onto the ground. "He has the nerve to seduce Master while dragging a burden around!"

Danzhu looked sadly at the teacup on the ground, then lunged at Pojun like a hungry tiger, and the two started brawling. The two of them were pulling hair and tearing clothes, making it exceptionally intense. I rolled my eyes and quietly walked over to Longyuan, who was sitting on the sword stand hugging his sword. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

He paused and put away the expression he just had. "Nothing. Why do you ask."

"Was it that when Master defended me just now, it made you think of your former master?"

Longyuan was silent for a moment. "My only master is Qiu Mushuang."

I clicked my tongue and threw an arm around his shoulder. "Little Long, you can't be so stubborn as a sword. To these humans, no matter how much spiritual sentience we have, we're still just weapons. If they lose one, they'll just replace it with another. If you stubbornly cling to this mindset and don't cooperate properly when Master uses you, you'll be cast into the cold palace, you know~"

Longyuan lowered his somewhat melancholic eyes. He was so used to keeping a cold face that this momentary vulnerability made him look exceptionally sexy...

"My master won't abandon me. Once he recovers, he'll definitely ask for me back," he said in a steady and resolute voice.

Sigh. To be able to trust one's master like this was rare in this world. He'd clearly already been sold off, yet he was still helping his master count the money. Even though I also hoped his master would ask for him back, in this divine sword's opinion, the chances of that happening were infinitesimally small. I patted his shoulder to offer my condolences, but a sliver of melancholy also rose in my heart.

Once upon a time, when I was held in Master's hand, roaming the martial world and going through life and death, I had almost thought that I was Master's one and only, his most beloved sword. That was until Master brought back Danzhu, and then brought back Pojun. Come to think of it, how long has it been since I went out with Master? Did Master even remember what my human form looked like? Sometimes I would even suspect, if someone else demanded me from him one day, would I have to change masters?

If I could also state as affirmatively and proudly as Longyuan: My only master is Sheng Wenxiu, that would probably be a very happy thing, right?

And precisely because of this, today, when I heard Master say: "To take away my sword, you'll have to kill me," my heart trembled, and my eyes almost grew a little moist. Damn it, when did this lord become such a little wife?