345: Chapter 355 Help me beat this piece of rotten wood!

On the way back to the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan's encampment.

On the front deck of the Ice Soul Immortal Palace, fierce winds howled.

Mu Linglong stood alone in front of the railing, lost in thought, letting the cold gale winds mess up her hair.

That slender figure appeared incomparably desolate and lonely in the vast starry sky.

Su Jin stood silently not far behind her, his lips moving slightly, but he didn't know how to start comforting her.

After all, he had been practicing sword arts since birth, and his Eternal Sword Body had filled his life almost entirely with the Dao of the Sword.

When it came to comforting girls, he really had no experience.

"I'm sorry, I made a fool of myself just now."

After a long silence, Mu Linglong seemed to notice Su Jin behind her. She turned her head, her eyes slightly red, and offered an apologetic, bitter smile.

Looking at her like this, Su Jin suddenly understood.

He finally somewhat understood why, when he first met this woman, she had been wearing a mask and sneaking out of her home.

Being forced to marry a man she didn't want to marry at all and absolutely loathed—any Sword Cultivator with a backbone would likely find that hard to accept.

Thinking of this, the goal his father, Su Feng, had set for them suddenly flashed through Su Jin's mind.

"If the thirty-year deadline arrives and I still haven't found a suitable Dao Companion to have children with... will Father also, like Linglong's father, forcibly drag me back for an arranged marriage?"

"And what if the other party looks like a tigress, or is someone I don't like?!"

At the thought of that terrifying image, Su Jin felt the immense pressure of being urged to marry for the first time.

In this moment, his train of thought had strangely synchronized with Mu Linglong's!

"You didn't make a fool of yourself. Actually... I quite understand how you feel." Su Jin nodded with deep empathy, his tone tinged with a sense of wistfulness.

Mu Linglong was stunned upon hearing this, a trace of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes, and she subconsciously blurted out: "How? Could it be... that you were also forced to run away to refuse an arranged marriage?"

"It hasn't reached that point yet." Su Jin sighed, his mood suddenly becoming somewhat heavy.

"But if I can't solve this problem within thirty years, and I'm forced into an arrangement by my family later... it would be hard to say."

Hearing Su Jin's words, a sense of resonance as "fellow sufferers in the world" immediately arose in Mu Linglong's heart.

The barrier between the two, which originally belonged to strangers, strangely dissipated quite a bit at this moment.

Seeing that the conversation was becoming increasingly heavy and the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

Mu Linglong took a deep breath, forced a smile, and decided to change the subject.

She lightly leaped up and sat on a not-too-high overhanging beam.

Her two long, fair legs swayed gently back and forth in mid-air, the hem of her Daoist robe fluttering with the wind, carrying a unique charm.

Su Jin silently admitted in his heart that he, just like his old man, liked beautiful and spirited women.

"By the way, we've talked for so long, and I still haven't asked what your name is?" Mu Linglong asked curiously.

Su Jin hesitated for a moment, but since she had treated him with sincerity, he didn't hide it any longer and said, "Su Jin."

"Su Jin? A very nice name." Mu Linglong murmured it twice, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly: "You are very impressive. In all of history, you are the first person to reach the top of the Heavenly Ladder."

What young girl doesn't dream of romance? The strength and Heaven-Defying potential Su Jin displayed proved that he would surely roam the world like a Dragon in the future and become a titan of his generation.

Especially under the threat of Young Master Yifeng, he was still able to press forward without hesitation.

This kind of pure Sword Cultivator backbone was exactly what Mu Linglong admired and yearned for most.

"Just luck."

Su Jin recalled the scene when he reached the top and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Having connections really makes a difference!

If he were truly an ordinary Sword Cultivator with no background, no matter how good his talent was, the moment he reached the top and grasped the broken sword, he would likely have been shattered on the spot by Yuanhong.

He wasn't a fool; he naturally knew the arrogance and murderous intent of an ancient sword spirit of Emperor Artifact caliber.

Mu Linglong's gaze landed on the simple, heavy sword on Su Jin's back, which exuded a profound aura.

She leaped down lightly from the overhanging beam and leaned in like a curious baby:

"Is this the divine sword from the end of the Heavenly Ladder? I've only heard my father speak of its legend before; this is my first time seeing it in person."

"Do you want to touch it?" Looking at Mu Linglong's adorable appearance, a rare smile appeared on Su Jin's usually cold face beneath his bamboo hat.

"This... is it really okay?" A flash of light instantly appeared in Mu Linglong's clear, spring-like eyes.

"Kid!! This Seat is an ancient Emperor Artifact! How can you let just anyone touch me!"

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Before Su Jin could speak, the Yuanhong sword spirit behind him immediately let out an protesting roar in his Sea of Consciousness, and the sword body began to tremble.

"Eh? It... it moved on its own?" Mu Linglong looked surprised.

It is said that supreme treasures of this level have a chance to give birth to a Heavenly Dao artifact spirit. Could it be that a living sword spirit is hidden inside this heavy sword?

Su Jin forcibly suppressed Yuanhong, which wanted to rear up in his Sea of Consciousness, and communicated with his consciousness:

"Calm down!"

"It's just letting her touch you; you won't lose a few flakes of rust. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Yuanhong was immediately displeased and retorted indignantly: "Nonsense! You aren't the one being touched, so of course you don't care!"

Su Jin thought for a moment and replied solemnly: "The physical body is nothing but pink skeletons; what does it matter if she touches you? You have lived for tens of millions of years, yet you cannot even see through this layer? How are you worthy of the title of ancient Emperor Artifact?"

"Besides, she just gifted me an immortal core. One should repay kindness; if she wants to touch it, I, Su Jin, will definitely cooperate fully."

"Huh??!"

Huge question marks instantly floated all over Yuanhong's sword gate.

What kind of logic is that?!

Why does this temporary master, whom it had been contracted with for a hundred years, feel like his brain isn't working quite right!

Is this person truly noble, or is he playing tricks on this old sword?!

"Although I am just a sword spirit, I always feel... that you kid are trying to swindle me."

After saying that, Su Jin didn't care at all whether Yuanhong was willing or not; he took it off his back and generously presented it to Mu Linglong.

Mu Linglong took a deep breath and carefully reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

The moment she made contact, she felt as if she had grasped the terrifying presence of some prehistoric beast!

A searing hot power, pulsing with intense life, surged wildly from the hilt into her palm!

In just three short breaths, Mu Linglong let go with a shocked expression and returned Yuanhong to Su Jin.

"What an overbearing sword!"

Mu Linglong patted her chest with lingering fear. Due to the large movement, those proud curves also surged with a wave of motion.

The gazes of the master and servant, Su Jin and Yuanhong, seemed to have agreed beforehand; they tacitly nodded up and down, following the undulating curves of Mu Linglong.

"Ahem..."

An indescribable heat and strange sensation suddenly spread from the bottom of Su Jin's heart.

This was the first time in his life he had felt this way about something other than practicing the sword.

He hurriedly turned his head away, gently lowered his bamboo hat, and frantically recited the Heart-Cleansing Sword Technique in his mind.

"Su Jin. I see your sword is so overbearing; could you... help me with something?"

Mu Linglong's clear, spring-like eyes suddenly stared straight at Su Jin.

"What is it?" Su Jin asked with confusion, then a flash of cold light crossed his eyes: "Do you want me to help you kill Young Master Yifeng?"

"Not him!"

Mu Linglong gritted her silver teeth, suddenly rummaged through her storage ring, pulled out a portrait, and shoved it hatefully into Su Jin's hand.

"I hope you can help me beat up this person! Beat him to death! It would be best to beat his butt until it blossoms!"

Mu Linglong pointed at the portrait, grinding her crystalline little tiger teeth, and complained angrily: "This person is a lecher! And a rotten piece of wood! He always thinks his sword technique is the best in the world and looks down on everyone!"

"I want you to teach him a harsh lesson and let him know what it truly means that there are people above people, and heavens above heavens!"

Su Jin lowered his head and casually glanced at the portrait in Mu Linglong's hand.

Just one glance.

Beneath his straw raincoat, Su Jin's expression instantly froze.

The person drawn in the portrait was none other than a dashing, handsome young man in white robes with a black ink sword hanging at his waist!

"Isn't this f*cking drawing of me myself?!"