"Don't forget, we can sign a blood pact. I've heard you don't seem to have a good sword at your side, do you? Helping someone in need is only right." Li Xiangru still spoke as though he were chatting with an old friend.
"If signing a blood pact is the condition, then forget it. Are you saying that when I duel Sun Daoji, they can't even afford to equip him with a good sword?" I wore an expression of disbelief.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Xia, do you really think refusing to borrow one will solve the problem? The sword Sun Daoji is bringing this time is the rare spirit treasure Daoji Sacred Sword. It's an extraordinary divine artifact that somehow survived from before the Ancient Calamity. After being nurtured all these years, it now rests in the sacred grounds of the Daoji Sect. Ordinary treasured swords won't be able to withstand even one or two strikes from it." Li Xiangru explained.
"Why use a butcher's cleaver to slaughter a chicken?" I frowned.
Li Xiangru burst out laughing, then suddenly said seriously, "That may not be so. With me here, how could Sun Daoji dare underestimate you? How about this? We'll sign a long-term contract. The Sacred Sword of the Dao will belong to you until you return from the Linyè Kingdom. How does that sound? Of course, there'll definitely be conditions."
"What conditions?" I was delighted inside. The Sacred Sword of the Dao was no ordinary treasure. Just this trip to the Linyè Kingdom would be far easier with its aid.
"Hehe, you'll fight through seven Sword-Ascending Arenas and lead those immortal cultivators of the righteous path to the Linyè Kingdom to seal Fan Tiansheng. Fellow Daoist Xia, surely you haven't forgotten such an important matter?" Li Xiangru said with a