The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation

"Damn it, I got the control wrong."

Lu Yang finally understood what had happened. These past three days, he hadn't been communicating with the Seven-Star Sword Formation at all—he had been communicating with the Sword-Washing Pool!

"Little Junior Brother, you..."

Because her eyes were closed, Third Senior Sister sensed the commotion outside through her other five senses. It took her a moment to figure out what Little Junior Brother had done.

He had run off with the Sword-Washing Pool!

"Wait, this was an accident! I can explain!" Lu Yang shouted hurriedly, secretly trying to sever his connection with the Sword-Washing Pool.

But the bond he had formed with the Sword-Washing Pool over three days was hardly something that could be severed just because he wanted it to be.

After several failed attempts, he had no choice but to admit one thing—the Sword-Washing Pool had latched onto him.

Brother, you don't have to go this far, do you? Couldn't you follow someone else? I'm weak and insignificant. I really can't take you in.

Seizing sect property in broad daylight was indefensible no matter where it happened.

Third Senior Sister wore an expression that said he didn't need to explain any further. "First Senior Sister said long ago that you, Little Junior Brother, had extraordinary talent, just not in the right direction. Seeing you today, she was absolutely right."

She hadn't gotten the chance to see it in the demon realm. Now she finally had.

"..." First Senior Sister, couldn't you say something nice about me?

"There were just some accidents during the communication. I didn't practice it wrong." Lu Yang spoke seriously, correcting Third Senior Sister's mistaken impression.

"Immortal Fairy, why didn't you remind me that I'd been communicating with the Sword-Washing Pool this whole time? If Third Senior Sister couldn't