74: Chapter 74 The Demon Sword Recognizes a Master? It's worthy! It'll be my firewood stick!

The wind above the Demon Suppression Abyss seemed to become cautious at this moment.

The ancient demon sword "burning stillness," which once struck terror into the entire Sword Sect and even forced Saints to avoid its edge, was now like a well-behaved little black snake, hovering three feet in front of Xu Chen.

It not only suppressed all its baleful aura and demonic sounds but even took the initiative to shrink its size, turning into an exquisite three-foot-long black sword just to please the terrifying man before it.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The sword's body trembled slightly, emitting a pleasing low hum, and the hilt actively leaned toward Xu Chen's palm.

The meaning was more than obvious—Big Boss, please take me in! Please let me recognize you as my master! I'm super obedient!

Watching this scene from afar, Jian Wuchen and the group of elders felt their eyes were about to pop out.

"This... this is the burning stillness Demon Sword?"

The Great Elder rubbed his eyes, his tone filled with self-doubt.

"Didn't the Founder's notes say that this sword has a tyrannical temperament, can only be wielded by a peerless demon, and might even backbite its master?"

"How come in front of Young Master Xu, it's more obedient than my pet dog, Big Yellow?"

Jian Wuchen gave a bitter smile, looking at the purple-gold figure standing proudly in the void, his eyes full of awe.

"Perhaps, this is what they call... every thing has its master."

"In the face of absolute strength, even a demon sword has to learn to tuck its tail and behave."

However, what no one expected happened next.

Faced with the demon sword's active surrender, Xu Chen did not show the slightest bit of joy.

On the contrary, he frowned, took a step back with a look of disgust, and avoided the approaching hilt.

"Stay away from me."

Xu Chen fanned his nose with his hand, as if he smelled something unpleasant.

"Covered in the smell of blood and baleful aura, it's filthy."

"And it looks so pitch-black and ugly; it doesn't match this Young Master's elegant and handsome temperament at all."

"Buzz?!"

The burning stillness Demon Sword froze in mid-air, its body trembling violently.

It was being rejected?

It was a dignified ancient weapon of slaughter; countless experts had fought until their heads bled to snatch it, yet now that it had delivered itself to the door, it was actually being called filthy? And even called ugly?

Where was the justice in this?

"What? Not convinced?"

Xu Chen raised an eyebrow, and the aura of the "Supreme Sword Heart" at his fingertip flickered again.

"If you're not convinced, then crawl back into the abyss and continue being a ground rat."

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The demon sword was scared out of its wits and hurriedly shook its body up and down frantically, indicating that it was absolutely convinced and had no objections at all!

Are you kidding? It finally got out for a breath of air; if it were sealed back again, it would be better off dead!

"Fine then."

Xu Chen sighed, looking as if he were doing it reluctantly.

"Seeing as you're so sincere, this Young Master will show some mercy and take you in."

"However..."

Xu Chen extended two fingers, gripping the hilt as if he were picking up trash, and then tossed it casually.

"Clang!"

The demon sword was thrown into the storage ring at his waist, specifically into the corner where miscellaneous junk was piled.

"From now on, you'll be responsible for lighting my fires and chopping my wood."

"It just so happens that the alchemy furnace at home is missing a fire poker. I see you're quite heat-resistant, so you'll do."

"Also, don't let me hear you making noise in the future, or I'll melt you down and turn you into a chamber pot."

After finishing all this, Xu Chen clapped his hands as if he had done something trivial.

The entire scene... fell silent again.

The corners of the Sword Sect members' mouths twitched frantically.

A fire poker?

Taking an ancient demon sword to use as a fire poker? And even threatening to turn it into a chamber pot?

This is simply... a reckless waste of God's gifts!

But thinking about the heaven-defying strength Xu Chen had just displayed, everyone felt that if it were him, it didn't seem unreasonable.

After all, the man could casually abuse a Saint; what did a single demon sword matter?

"Um... Young Master Xu."

Jian Wuchen took a deep breath and flew over with the elders, his face covered in a grateful and flattering smile.

"If not for Young Master Xu's intervention today, my Sword Sect would likely have met with a great disaster!"

"Such great kindness and virtue, the Sword Sect will never forget!"

"From now on, Young Master Xu is the Sword Sect's most noble benefactor! Should there be any orders, the entire Sword Sect will not hesitate even at the cost of ten thousand deaths!"

Jian Wuchen spoke these words with genuine sincerity.

Not just because of the life-saving favor, but also because he saw the situation clearly.

Clinging tightly to the Xu Family's thigh was the only future path for the Sword Sect!

"Sect Master Jian, you overstate it."

Xu Chen waved his hand, his expression becoming gentle again.

"We are all one family, why speak like outsiders?"

"One family?" Jian Wuchen was stunned.

"Yes."

Xu Chen stepped aside, revealing the snow-white figure he had been protecting behind him.

At this moment, Ye Qingwu was lowering her head, her face as red as a ripe tomato.

Because one of Xu Chen's hands was still wrapped around her waist, with no intention of letting go.

"With the relationship between me and Master... ahem, and the Grand Elder, do I need to say more?"

Xu Chen winked and spoke with deep meaning.

"You... let go quickly!"

Ye Qingwu finally reacted; under everyone's gaze, she was so ashamed she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She used a bit of strength to break free from Xu Chen's embrace, but her body was still a bit weak, and she almost failed to stand steady.

"Careful, Master."

Xu Chen was quick to support her, taking the opportunity to cop another feel.

"You just suffered internal injuries, don't move around recklessly."

"Shut up!"

Ye Qingwu glared at him fiercely, but that gaze lacked any lethality, instead carrying the bashful annoyance of a young girl.

Seeing this, Jian Wuchen and the elders looked at each other, then showed expressions of sudden realization.

Got it!

Understood completely!

So Young Master Xu didn't just have his eye on Nangong Waner, but even the Grand Elder...

Impressive! Truly impressive!

"Ahem!"

As a veteran of the world, Jian Wuchen immediately began to smooth things over.

"That... the crisis of the demon sword has been resolved today, which is truly a joyous occasion!"

"Pass down the order! We will hold a grand victory banquet tonight!"

"We must properly thank Young Master Xu for his life-saving grace!"

At this point, he specifically glanced at Ye Qingwu and added:

"Grand Elder, you are injured and also need to recuperate properly."

"Why not hold tonight's victory banquet at your Forgetting Love Peak? The environment there is quiet and elegant, most suitable for... healing."

"Moreover, Young Master Xu has quite some research in medical skills; he can help you... deeply regulate your condition."

Hearing this, Ye Qingwu's body suddenly stiffened.

Deeply regulate?

The image of last night's unfinished medicinal bath instantly surfaced in her mind, along with Xu Chen's line, "You want to give me a bath."

"I... I'm not going!"

She subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Oh, Master."

Xu Chen interrupted her with a beaming smile.

"The Sect Master is also acting out of kindness."

"Besides, the residual poison of the demonic sound in your body hasn't been cleared; if not treated in time, it will leave hidden dangers."

"For the future of the Sword Sect, please sacrifice a little... and cooperate slightly with your disciple's treatment, how about it?"

Xu Chen's voice was low and magnetic, especially the words "sacrifice" and "cooperate," which he emphasized heavily.

Looking into his aggressive eyes, Ye Qingwu's heart rate accelerated again.

She knew that she probably couldn't escape this ordeal tonight.

And...

In the depths of her heart, she didn't seem to truly want to escape it.

"Do... do as you please!"

Ye Qingwu dropped these words and turned into a streak of light, fleeing back to Forgetting Love Peak.