Your peak?

The bone, shaved into the shape of a long sword, seemed to come alive in Sang Ying's hand, as nimble as her third hand.

Amidst the flashing sword shadows, Gu Shu, nestled within the Dragon Abyss Sword, seemed to see the Gu Wangchuan of the past.

The opponent was the same; even holding a tree branch, they could unleash the power of a divine weapon.

Before he knew it, he was completely absorbed in what he was watching.

When Sang Ying finished using up her Spiritual Power and stopped, Gu Shu immediately appeared beside her, wearing a handkerchief on her head.

"Quick, wipe your sweat," he urged. "Look at you, even though you've lost your Golden Core, your Swordsmanship seems even better than before."

Sang Ying picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face.

This handkerchief was made from Sang Ying's torn skirt, and she has now used it to make several rags.

Her Spiritual Power was so scarce that she dared not use even a low-level Technique Method like the Dust-Removal Instruction lightly.

Before she knew it, she had been in the valley for seven or eight days. Apart from the first day when she was busy tidying up her accommodations, Sang Ying would also go with Gu Shu to find some low-level Devil Beast to practice on.

She has lost her cultivation, but she still retains her sword techniques.

What used to be a single strike from Devil Beast now requires considerable effort. However, it is precisely because of this that Sang Ying's Swordsmanship has improved significantly through this pure hunting.

"The thief hasn't been caught yet?" Sang Ying suddenly remembered something else.

Gu Shu gets angry when this is mentioned.

Now that Sang Ying has started cooking, she often finds that some of the food she prepares is inexplicably missing.

Gu Shu doesn't eat these things, and those Devil Beast don't dare to come this way.

So the only possibility is that the guys inside the cave stole the food.

This matter could be considered a big deal or a small deal. On the one hand, the other party only stole some food and didn't do anything to them, so the two of them didn't need to make a fuss.

On a larger scale, the fact that the other party could break through the barrier and steal food right under their noses suggests they possess considerable strength. If they simply pretend nothing happened, they might fall victim to their attacks without even realizing it.

Therefore, for Sang Ying's safety, Gu Shu took the initiative to accept the task of catching the thief.

Gu Shu thought that since the thief was already on guard, catching him shouldn't be difficult. But three days have passed, and Gu Shu has made no progress whatsoever.

This is utterly disgraceful to his Sword Qi aura!

That's why Gu Shu got so angry when Sang Ying asked him about it.

"I'll stay with you tonight." Sang Ying paused, "I'll make barbecue tonight."

The aroma of the barbecue was incredibly enticing; the thief, clearly a glutton, certainly wouldn't want to give up such a delicious treat.

Gu Shu thought about it and didn't refuse. After all, having more people meant having another pair of eyes.

The sky above the valley floor was filled with miasma, but there was still a distinction between day and night. As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, Sang Ying prepared the roasted meat as promised.

Because the ingredients are all available here, it tastes even better than what I used to make on Gleaming Gold Island.

Listening to the sizzling sound of oil dripping from the grilled meat, Gu Shu suddenly felt a pang of regret that she couldn't eat anything.

However, his disappointment was only momentary. Once the meat was cooked, he kept a close eye on it in the bowl.

He had learned his lesson a few times before; if he was even slightly distracted, the food would disappear. This time, with his eyes fixed on the thief, he refused to believe that the thief would succeed so easily!

Gu Shu thought this, and the other party did not disappoint him.

Almost as soon as the aroma of the roasted meat wafted out, a black shadow suddenly darted out from the corner of the yard.

In the blink of an eye, the meat in the bowl was gone.

Upon Gu Shu had already discerned the direction the other party was coming from, and immediately flew over to block them. Sang Ying, wielding her bone sword, stepped forward and slashed at the dark figure.

The shadowy figure paused, and Sang Ying realized that the thing that had been stealing her food all along was just a vine.

Before she could think further, the vine, realizing it had been exposed, stopped trying to escape and instead headed straight for Sang Ying.

Sang Ying quickly retreated, Gu Shu also rushed to her aid.

But this was just a trick of the vine. Once Gu Shu made way, it grew a huge section of itself out of thin air, wrapped itself around Sang Ying, and immediately fled back to the cave.

The vines moved extremely fast; in Gu Shu's eyes, it was only a blink of an eye before both the vines and Sang Ying in front of him disappeared.

Looking at the empty courtyard, Gu Shu turned to look at the dark cave.

He was so angry that he stomped his feet on the ground, poking two large holes in it. Then, he plunged headfirst into the cave without the slightest hesitation.

Meanwhile, Sang Ying, who had been pulled into the cave by the vines, had lost her initial panic. She quickly calmed down and even relaxed her body slightly.

Sure enough, sensing her softening, the vines around her waist loosened their grip and stopped holding her tightly.

There was no light inside the cave, so Sang Ying couldn't see anything inside. She could only hear rustling sounds, as if countless living things were moving.

Sang Ying pursed her lips and tightened her grip on the bone sword.

Without pausing, the vines led Sang Ying deeper into the cave.

And for some reason, Sang Ying felt that the vine seemed to be in a good mood?

She shook her head, wondering if she had overdone her cultivation and lost her senses.

In the distance, a beam of light appeared in the cave, and the sole source of light fell on a long-haired man.

The man's fair hands were bound and suspended in the air. Sang Ying moved closer and saw that he was bound by several black chains.

The chains were taut, seemingly leaving the man no room to move at all.

The other person was lying with his head drooping as if he were asleep, his silky black hair hanging down, making it impossible for Sang Ying to see his face.

Upon seeing the man, the vine cheerfully dropped the Sang Ying and quickly wrapped itself around him. The vine's sudden movement accidentally unbuttoned the man's shirt.

The other person's beautiful, fair collarbone immediately came into Sang Ying's view.

She glanced at it briefly before quickly looking away.

"You actually brought that little cultivator back. It seems you really like her." A clear, pleasant voice rang out, causing Sang Ying to turn her head involuntarily.

The man finally raised his head, instantly revealing his excessively exquisite and beautiful face.

Such beauty caused even Sang Ying, who had seen countless beauties, to momentarily lose her senses. Fortunately, she quickly regained her senses and gripped the bone sword even tighter.

Her years of experience have taught her that the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

Just like this person.

Inside the Flowing Light Sword Sect, on Settled Frost Peak.

The Third Elder looked at the grand hall before him, his heart filled with boundless joy.

The Settled Frost Peak he had coveted for so many years finally fell into his hands.

When the sect leader finally relented and granted him Settled Frost Peak as well, the Third Elder couldn't wait to lead his disciples up Settled Frost Peak.

He pushed open the door and entered the main hall, scrutinizing each and every piece of furniture in the room.

All of this was arranged by Wen Miaoshu, so her judgment is naturally quite good. But the Third Elder just can't stand it.

"Once you get back, arrange for some people to throw all the old things out of this house as soon as possible. I don't want to see a single thing from the Sang Household!" the Third Elder ordered.

Especially after he saw the portraits of the three members of the Sang Household hanging in the main house, the Third Elder immediately used magic to throw them outside, his words full of disdain:

"Such an unlucky thing must never appear on my peak."

However, before he could finish speaking, an angry voice demanded, "When did this place become your domain?! How are our family portraits considered unlucky?!"

"If you don't give me a proper explanation today, don't even think about leaving Settled Frost Peak alive!"

The gate was suddenly blasted open by Technique Method. The Third Elder looked over at the sound and met the sharp, knife-like gaze of the newcomer.

In an instant, the joy on the Third Elder's face vanished completely.

A note from the author:

After careful consideration, Queque felt it was time to introduce someone to everyone.

However, Sang Ying hasn't figured things out yet, so it's impossible for her to start dating right now. A sword cultivator's wife is only his sword!

Today it's still your beloved Queque~ (Picture of Queque making a fancy heart shape with her belly sticking out)