With suspicion, he took out the only mirror he had and the Heavenly Thunder Stone.
Liu Qingxian pointed at the mirror and said, "It’s this one."
Jiang Fan was puzzled, this is a Space Mirror, meant only for storing people and Little Qilin, never anything extra.
Wait!
Little Qilin?
He remembered seeing before, the little golden glowing dots in the Little Qilin’s mouth.
Could it be that thing that’s making Liu Qingxian feel hot?
But, why is she the only one feeling heat?
With doubts in mind, he took out the sleeping Little Qilin, its small mouth still shimmering with golden brilliance.
Jiang Fan grabbed it by the tail, turned it upside down, and gave it a shake.
Little Qilin’s mouth opened, and a thumb-sized golden little sword clattered to the ground.
"That’s it!" Liu Qingxian frowned, retreating a step back.
Jiang Fan looked shocked, "Where did the Little Qilin get this small sword from? I’ve never seen it play with this before!"
Frowning and pondering for a moment, he was suddenly startled, "Could this... could this be brought back from the Sumeru Divine Prison?"
Because the Little Qilin rarely left his sight.
The last time was in the Sumeru Divine Prison!
This little guy, where did it bring back such a strange golden little sword from?
Even more bizarre is that neither Jiang Fan nor Yun Shang, True Words, and Gong Caiyi felt anything when facing this sword.
Only Liu Qingxian seemed to be facing a ball of magma at close range.
Her skin was reddened by the heat from a distance, hot steam constantly emanating from her body, and her breathing became rapid.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Fan hurriedly tried to grasp the little sword through the air to seal it.
Unexpectedly, the golden little sword seemed to also sense Liu Qingxian and suddenly shot toward her!
This scene happened so suddenly that Jiang Fan was completely unprepared.
He watched helplessly as the little sword shot right into Liu Qingxian’s forehead!
Ah!
As if magma had entered her body, Liu Qingxian let out a painful and miserable groan.
"Yun Shang! Separate it!" Jiang Fan’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly said.
Yun Shang decisively initiated her "Reshape" domain, trying to separate the little sword from Liu Qingxian’s body first.
Who knew, her domain entered Liu Qingxian’s body, like mud cows sinking into the sea.
Seeing the domain was ineffective, Jiang Fan decisively drew the Tingxue Sword, intending to freeze it with ice, but as he was about to act, Liu Qingxian said, "No... wait a moment!"
Her expression no longer showed the pain from before, and the small hole pierced by the little sword on her forehead was rapidly healing.
Under Jiang Fan’s incredulous gaze, the look of pain on Liu Qingxian’s face gradually ceased.
In just ten breaths, she was already soaked in sweat, collapsing powerlessly.
Jiang Fan quickly supported her, looked closely, and found that the scar on her forehead had turned into a faintly discernible golden little sword tattoo.
He scanned Liu Qingxian’s body with his soul but saw no injuries.
On the contrary, Liu Qingxian’s soul seemed to have an extra strand of airflow filled with strong pressure.
"Qingxian, sense your soul!" Jiang Fan said with concern.
Liu Qingxian mustered her strength, closed her eyes, and immersed her heart spirit into her soul.
Full two-hours later, Liu Qingxian slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with unbelievable color.
"Husband, have you... ever met the One-armed Sword Saint elder?"
One-armed Sword Saint?
Jiang Fan was taken aback, then asked, "Are you talking about the one-armed old man who taught you in your dreams?"
Liu Qingxian excitedly nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it’s him!"
Jiang Fan said, "No, I haven’t!"
Liu Qingxian said, "No, you must have seen him!"
"This small sword contains a trace of the One-armed Sword Saint’s remnant soul and his Saint’s inheritance!"
Huh?
Saint’s inheritance?
Not to mention Yun Shang and True Words, even Jiang Fan was so shocked that he couldn’t speak.