Sword Peacock After the cool, aloof female cultivator left, Lu Xuan examined the Sword Peacock she had handed him.
This Sword Grass had an extremely distinctive nature. It could contract and spread like a peacock fanning its tail.
When it spread, it seemed to split into many strands of tangible Sword Qi; when it contracted, it became an Azure Flying Sword, only the blade was a little thicker than that of an ordinary Sword Grass.
At this moment, the Sword Peacock did not appear to be in very good condition. Faint Black Qi coiled around the blade, and even Spirit Purification and Evil Expulsion-type spells and talismans could not disperse it.
There were also black spots of varying sizes on the blade, clinging tightly to the Sword Grass like psoriasis. They drifted restlessly, as though they possessed vitality.
After Lu Xuan gained a rough understanding of Su Manman's Sword Peacock's condition, he was just about to go look for Shen Ye when a familiar voice rang beside his ear.
"Junior Brother Lu is truly blessed. I didn't expect you to be acquainted with Junior Sister Su. From the look of things, your friendship seems rather deep."
The gentle and refined Shen Ye walked out from around a corner with a Deep Black Sword Box on his back, a faint smile on his face.
"Junior sister Su is the daughter of one of our sect's Core Formation Elders. If Junior Brother Lu can become her Dao companion, then your future will be limitless."
There was a touch of teasing in Shen Ye's expression.
"Shen Shixiong, please don't make fun of me."
"Whether it's family background, natural talent, or cultivation level, Senior Sister Su and I are worlds apart. That sort of plot only appears in common folk's storybooks."
"Besides, I've put