Esteemed Lan Yue did not necessarily understand Lin Xuanzhi’s character, however, he certainly understood the obsession of sword cultivators toward swords and exactly how much one treasured his own sword.

　　Therefore, Esteemed Lan Yue nodded understandingly, “So be it, then I will not be superfluous. I can only send you another meeting gift.”

　　As he spoke, he looked towards Bei s.h.i.+tian. Although his eyes were dull and dark, the meaning was clear at a glance.

　　Bei s.h.i.+tian had a premonition in his heart and pursed his lips. He had already known what Esteemed Lan Yue was going to gift Lin Xuanzhi.

　　“You should have returned Lianlian to me earlier.” Esteemed Lan Yue continued, “Since it is useless to you, give it to those who need it more.”

　　Although he had a hunch, when he really heard Esteemed Lan Yue’s words, Bei s.h.i.+tian was still stunned. Momentarily he went silent, feeling helpless and bewildered, like a child who can’t find his way.

　　He had yet to respond when Wan Yitong, who was standing beside him, strongly opposed and spoke loudly, “Master, are you joking? Lianlian has already recognized Bei s.h.i.+tian as its master, besides, it has been stained with blood and murderous aura. It’s completely inconsistent with Junior Martial Brother. If you give that sword to Junior Martial Brother, wouldn’t it harm him? Moreover, Lianlian has been used by such a person, it is not worthy of Junior Martial Brother. I think–“

　　Esteemed Lan Yue narrowed his eyes and his gaze turned slightly cold. Wan Yitong immediately closed his mouth when he saw this.

　　“Okay, okay, you are the boss, you have the final say.”

　　After the initial mood fluctuations, there was no expression on Bei s.h.i.+tian’s face now!

　　He took out Lianlian from the storage ring and walked toward Esteemed Lan Yue. The distance was not more than ten-twenty meters but he walked very slowly. He carefully held the sword, while gently rubbed the hilt with his fingers, as if hoping the road would never end.

　　Wan Yitong looked at Bei s.h.i.+tian’s desolate back, a sudden sour feeling rushed into his heart. He clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes, unable to bear to look anymore.

　　No matter how much he enjoyed taunting Bei s.h.i.+tian, it was only verbally and would not bring any excessive harm to Bei s.h.i.+tian. But Master took away Lianlian; for a sword cultivator, this would definitely cause a heartache.

　　Zhan Fengting wanted to say something, but with one glance from Esteemed Lan Yue, he could only sigh.

　　Bei s.h.i.+tian stood beside Esteemed Lan Yue and with both hands, he handed Lianlian to him.

　　With one hand Esteemed Lan Yue took back the sword. While rubbing the sword, “Lianlian is a sword that I retrieved from the easternmost part of the East Continent. This sword is gentle and elegant in nature, naturally, it can’t compare to your Zhige. But for you today, it still can be used. You are a sword cultivator, it’s impossible for you to go without a sword. Today, I entrust Lianlian to you, I hope you can get back your condition soon.”

　　Lin Xuanzhi took Lianlian with both hands and felt a fierce baleful and murderous aura. Inside the scabbard, Lianlian was trembling as if wailing, wanting to break out the sheath to kill everything.

　　This sword had become a sword of slaughter.

　　Even Lin Xuanzhi couldn’t help but look at Bei s.h.i.+tian.

　　With an appearance that was somewhere between youth and teenager and only a few years older than him, such a person unexpectedly had both of his hands stained in blood; who knows how many lives he had taken.

　　Those that he killed, no matter good or bad, whether humans or beasts — in the end, he still killed too much, the b.l.o.o.d.y aura around him was too heavy, which will cause nothing but damage to his future cultivation.

　　From Lianlian he could also felt Bei s.h.i.+tian’s repression, hatred, and pain. Lin Xuanzhi did not know where these emotions came from, but the sword couldn’t lie; Bei s.h.i.+tian must have an unknown past.

　　Lin Xuanzhi’s jade-white slender fingers gently stroked the body of the sword, using his aura and warmth as a sword cultivator and using his own unique method to appease Lianlian.

　　Lianlian seemed to have sensed something and it didn’t take long before calming down.

　　There was a touch of surprise in Bei s.h.i.+tian’s calm eyes

　　He knew better than anyone exactly How bad Lianlian’s temper was. When it got upset, even him, the master that had been together day and night, felt helpless, as though his hands were bound and unable to do anything, yet Lin Xuanzhi just held it for few moments, and it unexpectedly calmed down.

　　What Bei s.h.i.+tian did not know was that the Zhige sword that Lin Xuanzhi used before had an even more eccentric temper, so much so that it could be claimed as stubborn and obstreperous. To deal with this type of “disobedient sword”, he naturally had his own methods.

　　Moreover, even if he did not have Zhige now, his body still had the aura that Zhige left behind. Zhige ranked much higher than Lianlian. When Lianlian felt the aura of a higher-ranked sword from his body, it can help but submit in recognition.

　　Lin Xuanzhi holding Lianlian said, “Thank you, Master, for gifting the sword.”

　　Esteemed Lan Yue nodded with satisfaction, perfectly contented, then turned around and walked away.

　　When pa.s.sing by Wan Yitong, Esteemed Lan Yue stopped, “How tomorrow’s punishment should go, you know it yourself.”

　　Wan Yitong hung his head dispiritedly and weakly nodded his head.

　　After Esteemed Lan Yue left, Wan Yitong glared resentfully at Bei s.h.i.+tian, “It’s all your fault.”

　　Nevertheless, Bei s.h.i.+tian stayed motionless. After a while, only to Lin Xuanzhi said, “Treat it better.”

　　Lin Xuanzhi nodded, “Naturally.”

　　Although Lianlian was now in his hand, it did not necessarily have an affinity with him. The sword and him not really weren’t suitable, but after thinking of Esteemed Lan Yue’s collections, there was no other suitable sword.

　　Bei s.h.i.+tian took a deep look at Lin Xuanzhi, turned around and walked away.

　　Wan Yitong called out to Bei s.h.i.+tian who was ignoring him, “Hey hey, you wouldn’t be looking for a place to snivel right?”

　　Bei s.h.i.+tian turned around the corner and disappeared into the midst of flowers.

　　Wan Yitong leaned on the door, curled his lips and sighed, “Age still small, but the temper is not small.”

　　He was older than Bei s.h.i.+tian, but only because he entered the sect a few days later, he became the Junior Martial Brother. But Wan Yitong never regarded Bei s.h.i.+tian as Senior Martial Brother.

　　Wan Yitong’s head was slapped from behind.

　　“Ow!” Wan Yitong shouted as he turned and looked sadly at Zhan Fengting.