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One must admit that the Ouyang Family is truly unparalleled when it comes to forging Binglan. None of them can practice cultivation, yet they managed to refine an ordinary sword into a Spirit. Even without the Young Boy's Spirit residing within it, this sword would still be unique in this continent. If only the fire and materials were a bit stronger, it would inevitably gain consciousness.
Having never seen an immortal, calling it a divine sword would not be an exaggeration. However, to forge such a sword, they resorted to human sacrifice, a method far too cruel, and they failed to foresee the dire consequences that would follow, leaving behind a fatal aftermath.
This sword has already birthed an evil spirit, and the little fellow's temperament is somewhat unruly. Right from its inception, it is burdened with blood debts; having killed many, its impact on his psyche is irreversible.
Facing such an evil spirit, extermination would be the best course of action. If left unchecked, the suffering would extend beyond just Yezhou City. Yet, Sang Qingxiao felt her heart soften as she vaguely guessed at his past.
Qi Xiaomian noticed her change of heart and pressed on, saying that if she had the means to deal with him, she surely had the means to deal with it as well. If she was worried about their combined destructive power, then they should separate. He would be under her supervision, and whenever she wanted to use him, she would first need her consent. How clever of you to create trouble for me; do I not have enough children already?
The lack of refusal indicated there was potential for negotiation. Qi Xiaomian continued to persuade her, pointing out that she felt pity for him too. Unable to bear the thought of erasing him completely, she had offered several choices instead. After all, he was merely a newly born demon; how formidable could he really be?
Ha! A whole city has been reduced to ashes; isn’t that formidable?
That was due to the power of Divine Fire; for you, it’s merely a matter of a few runes.
Sang Qingxiao shot him a glance and remarked how easy it sounded. Teaching a child to care for another child was indeed the most troublesome task—especially one like him who dislikes dogs and cats alike.
If you find it troublesome, you could simply hand over the teaching responsibilities to Misha; he has plenty of experience in educating children.
Oh? You even calculated Misha into this?
Glancing at Misha who was still chanting scriptures, Sang Qingxiao knew that if anyone was soft-hearted here, it would be him; he would surely nod eagerly at this proposal.
The Young Boy noticed that the few people across from him were silent but exchanging glances and immediately grew displeased. He flew forward until he was just a finger's distance from Sang Qingxiao's rune. Despite feeling uncomfortable from the cold aura surrounding him, he held his head high defiantly.
What’s wrong? Seeing my age Ji Xiao makes you look down on me? You disdain even speaking with me?
A whole city has turned to ash because of you; who would dare look down on you now?
Then what were you all whispering about just now? Don’t tell me you were secretly plotting against me?
Sang Qingxiao smiled and retorted, "Do you really think you're my opponent? If I wanted to deal with you, I wouldn't need to plot at all."
The young boy stepped back suddenly, feeling a sense of safety once he had distanced himself. He was secretly annoyed at his earlier carelessness; despite the lingering fear, he maintained his proud demeanor. After all, if it came down to it, he thought, they could both perish together—who was afraid of whom?
Sang Qingxiao sidestepped slightly, signaling him to proceed with his plans. "You handle your business first; we can discuss our matters later."
The young boy was momentarily taken aback by her unexpected action. "Are you saying you won’t stop me from killing him?"
"Yes," she replied. "I won’t interfere if you choose to kill him. If anyone else tries to stop you, I won’t help either."
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