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Looking back on the past month or so, Song Zhizhi did not know whether she had been unlucky or fortunate.

She had been transported here for no reason at all, then poisoned with that kind of toxin. Just when she thought she would surely die without an antidote, a handsome man had fallen from the sky and detoxified her.

After being cured, she joined the Sword Sect—only to discover she was pregnant while taking a master, and to encounter Xie Xiuji again.

How melodramatic and absurd. Even television dramas would not dare film a plot like this, yet it had happened to her.

The child needed spiritual power. She had no other choice now, but Song Zhizhi was not sure whether Xie Xiuji could accept this child. What if he did not like children, or did not even want this child to be born?

Although Xie Xiuji did not seem like that sort of person, what if he was?

Song Zhizhi wavered uncertainly. That night, she suffered from insomnia for the first time in a long while. All sorts of chaotic thoughts churned through her mind, and in the end, she did not even know when she fell asleep.

The next day, Song Zhizhi dragged herself up with dark circles beneath her eyes to practice her sword. She had asked Liu Changfei before; her body could fully withstand training at this intensity. Persisting with high-intensity training every day could broaden her meridians and store more spiritual power, benefiting both her and the child.

Xie Xiuji did not come that morning. Perhaps something had delayed him. Song Zhizhi followed her plan and swung her sword ten thousand times. Her body had gradually grown accustomed to this level of training. Though her arms were still sore and aching after she finished, she would no longer collapse from exhaustion as she had the first time.

In the afternoon, Song Zhizhi took a nap. When she opened the door, however, she found the outside completely empty—not even the shadow of a ghost in sight.

She froze for a moment and pursed her lips. "You didn't come, and you didn't even say a word?"

Feeling a little hungry, Song Zhizhi ate a Fasting Pill and began practicing her sword.

For three days in a row, Song Zhizhi did not see Xie Xiuji on Clear Snow Peak. She still practiced according to her original plan without missing a single moment. Occasionally, she went to the little book pavilion nearby to read Qingyu's collection. Her days were quite fulfilling.

Yet her mood was somewhat gloomy, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Song Zhizhi suddenly felt aggrieved, then angry. The emotions had come out of nowhere, beyond her control.

"Come or don't come. Who's waiting for you, anyway?" Song Zhizhi sat on the ground, tearing grass blades to pieces as she muttered resentfully. "Who cares about your spiritual power? You're not the only one with an Ice Spirit Root here. If I can't find someone with a Fire Spirit Root, can't I find someone with an Ice Spirit Root? Dog of a man, go wherever you please!"

If it truly came to it, she could go find the female lead. Her relationship with Song Miaomiao had eased considerably by now, so going to Song Miaomiao was not impossible.

"Where are you going?" A clear, cool voice suddenly sounded behind Song Zhizhi. Startled, she sprang up from the ground. When she turned and saw the man who had vanished for several days, she let out a breath, her heartbeat settling. But when she saw his bright, elegant appearance, the anger in her heart surged up again. Everything about him displeased her. "Why did you suddenly speak behind my back? Don't you know people can scare each other to death?"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao saw Song Zhizhi's little face was slightly pale, as though he had frightened her badly. Always open and aboveboard in his conduct, he felt somewhat guilty. "Sorry."

Song Zhizhi snorted, shot Xie Xiuji a glance, and said nothing.

"I went to Extreme Sea City these past few days to deal with some important matters. It was urgent, so I was unable to tell you. Sorry."

Song Zhizhi tugged at the corner of her mouth and lowered her eyes. "You are the Sword Venerable of the Sword Sect, a pillar of the cultivation world, burdened with countless affairs every day. There is no need to explain every little thing to a mere disciple like me."

Sword Venerable Mingxiao pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew Song Zhizhi was angry this time, but he had no experience coaxing girls and did not know how to make her calm down.

The proud Sword Venerable Mingxiao could not bring himself to apologize in a lowly, ingratiating manner. Explaining a few words to Song Zhizhi was already no easy thing for him.

In truth, Song Zhizhi also understood that Xie Xiuji had no obligation to report his whereabouts to her. She and Xie Xiuji were both independent individuals. Xie Xiuji had only come to teach her swordsmanship at her master's request; there was no need for him to explain such things to her.

She understood all the logic. She did not want to be angry either, but Song Zhizhi did not know what was wrong with her. She simply could not control her emotions.

Song Zhizhi took a deep breath, turned to look elsewhere, and forced herself to calm down without thinking about anything.

"Sword Venerable, what are we learning today?"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao furrowed his brows and could not help saying, "You... need not be so distant."

Song Zhizhi raised her eyes to look at him. She neither agreed nor disagreed, merely turned around and began practicing her sword on her own.

At that moment, Sword Venerable Mingxiao felt that slaughtering every demon causing trouble in Extreme Sea City would be easier than coaxing Song Zhizhi.

The day ended in a strange, oppressive atmosphere.

That night, Sword Venerable Mingxiao went to the Main Peak with a frown, seeking out the only person among the disciples of his generation who had started a household—Sect Master Mingxu.

The moment Sect Master Mingxu saw Sword Venerable Mingxiao's grave expression, as if he had encountered some great calamity, and recalled that he had just returned from Extreme Sea City, his heart lurched heavily. Could it be that even Mingxiao could not resolve Extreme Sea City's troubles?

"Junior Brother, has the sea demon beast tide at Extreme Sea City become extremely serious?" Sect Master Mingxu wore an expression that said, Tell me the truth. I can bear it.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao looked at him in surprise. "Senior Brother, what are you talking about? The Sea Demons at Extreme Sea City retreated into the sea and refused to come out the moment they saw me. The leading Sea Demon has only barely reached Spirit Transformation. There is nothing to fear."

Sect Master Mingxu sighed in relief. "Then why do you look so weighed down by worries? I thought something had happened in Extreme Sea City."

Speaking of why he had come tonight, Sword Venerable Mingxiao could not help frowning. "Senior Brother, if Junior Sister Mingwei is angry, how do you coax her?"

The Junior Sister Mingwei Sword Venerable Mingxiao spoke of was the daughter of his master, Immortal Venerable Yinglian, and also Sect Master Mingxu's Dao companion.

Sect Master Mingxu's eyes instantly widened. "You made Junior Sister angry? How could you make Mingwei angry? Her body is so delicate—what if you anger her into illness?"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao: ...

Senior Brother Sect Master was good in every way, except that he easily lost his reason whenever it came to Junior Sister Mingwei. Junior Sister Mingwei was a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator, after all. How was she as delicate as he claimed? He should never have used Junior Sister Mingwei as an example.

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