Wei Qingye's face was full of astonishment.
It was truly rare for a Sword Cultivator to reveal such an expression.
He lowered his head to look at the bamboo sword in his hand, then reached out and gently brushed his fingers over its blade.
"The Sword-Vein Shoot has already been transformed into my natal Magic Tool through the sect's secret art."
"If it dies, I will suffer grave injury as well."
"Ask whatever you wish, Daoist friend. So long as it does not concern the secrets of my Dao Path, I will tell you everything I know."
This was clearly a very serious matter, yet Wei Qingye became much calmer after voicing it.
A patient being emotionally stable could not have been better for a physician.
Li Ye felt more at ease as well and asked, "I have already soothed it once. By all rights, there should not be any problem. Or rather, what exactly did you do to make it hate you so much?"
"Perhaps it is because the process by which I obtained it was somewhat..." Wei Qingye thought for a moment, then said with a bitter smile, "Somewhat fraught."
Before Li Ye could ask whether it was convenient for him to explain in detail, the Sword Cultivator continued, "I was not its first owner. When I discovered it in the bamboo grove, one of my junior brothers had already collapsed dead within the forest."
"I took this Sword-Vein Shoot from my junior brother's hand."
Such an encounter seemed hardly unusual in the Cultivation World.
Cultivators, after all, explored the cave abodes, ruins, and tombs of those who came before them. Countless treasures were acquired in precisely this manner.
Not to mention that killing others for treasure outside was hardly uncommon.
"Could there have been some misunderstanding between