"Hehe, hurry up and strike him!"
Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyu didn't doubt it, thinking the famed sword was about to act up again.
The famed sword began to shake, causing the many chains to tremble.
The chains were imbued with runic power to suppress the famed sword.
But now, the famed sword seemed to be struggling with all its might.
One of the chains shattered.
The famed sword finally broke free from the ground. Although it couldn't go far, it could at least reach Meng Changqing.
Sword energy whistled.
The famed sword was extremely fast, like a stream of light, aiming straight for Meng Changqing's chest.
At this moment, even Meng Changqing instinctively prepared to defend himself.
However, in Mo Xiaoyu's expectant gaze, the famed sword stopped instantly.
Then, like a little cat, it rubbed against Meng Changqing's chest.
There was even a gentle sword hum.
"???" Mo Xiaoyu was completely dumbfounded.
What is happening here?!
Where's the usual arrogance?
What about the usual disdain?
What are you doing now?
Meng Changqing was also a bit stunned.
This scene was indeed quite unexpected.
The famed sword suddenly moved its tip, carving many words on the ground in front of them.
"My master, you finally… came. I sensed your presence long ago.
"Damn these people for trapping me here, separating us, preventing us from meeting!"
The famed sword became increasingly angry as it carved.
Finally, it expressed 'respect' for the ancestors of Spirit Peak and the current Mo Shukuang.
"But from today on, we can… be together forever.
"Please use your big hands and hold me tight.
"And… you are so handsome."
Meng Changqing instinctively took a step back.
He felt something was wrong with this sword.
To be precise, its spirit seemed abnormal.
"You you you!" Mo Xiaoyu snapped out of it, her face turning red with anger, "Weren't you very proud usually? What about the strength you used to hit me just now?
"Why don't you hit him?"
"Little brat, go away. You're just like your old and ugly master, completely unattractive.
"Ah~ my master is still so handsome~"
After carving, the famed sword again stuck to Meng Changqing's chest.
It's hard to imagine that a sword could give off a perverted and shy vibe.
"Wow!" Mo Xiaoyu finally understood the nature of this famed sword!
This is clearly an infatuated sword!
Meng Changqing came to his senses.
His expression turned strange.
Although this sword was a bit off, it was a famed sword. Not to mention its potential for becoming a saint's weapon, it was already a precious blood weapon superior to spiritual weapons!
This was evident from the blood patterns on the sword.
It could easily bear the power of martial intent and possessed many mysterious powers.
"Are you sure you want to follow me?" Meng Changqing made up his mind.
After all, it's a famed sword.
The famed sword's hilt nodded heavily.
"You are the most handsome human I have ever seen… unparalleled in charm…
"And at this age… you already have three levels of sword intent!"
The famed sword's energy surged, carving more words.
Seeing this, Meng Changqing's eyes flickered.
It seemed this sword had some discernment. It didn't just look at appearances. It could sense his sword intent level.
"Three levels?!" Mo Xiaoyu exclaimed.
Her clear eyes filled with disbelief.
Previously, Meng Changqing understanding the rudimentary form of sword intent was already astonishing.
But now, in such a short time, he had climbed even higher, and by a large margin!
This was truly absurd!
Her master had said that enhancing martial intent was extremely difficult, a gradual process that took a lot of time.
But for Meng Changqing, it seemed entirely different.
Enhancing martial intent was as simple as eating and drinking!
Her master's sword intent level didn't seem to be this high!
Ignoring Mo Xiaoyu's reaction, Meng Changqing raised his right hand, letting a drop of heart's blood drip onto the famed sword.
"A warm sensation is flowing inside me." The famed sword carved more words.
"……" Meng Changqing couldn't help but hold his forehead.
This sword's intelligence was indeed like a human's.
But why couldn't it speak?
The next moment, a bond was established between them.
In you, there is me. In me, there is you — a master-servant relationship formed.
"Famed sword." Meng Changqing raised his hand, grabbing the hilt.
At this moment, they seemed to merge into one!
Instantly, the sword's sharpness burst forth!
Like an ancient divine sword born into the world!
Terrifying sword energy surged into the sky, sweeping across the heavens!
Creating layers of phenomena!
"Not bad!" Meng Changqing's eyes shone brightly.
As expected of a famed sword!
It could easily bear his sword intent and even amplify it to some extent.
Originally three levels, but through the famed sword, it approached four levels, significantly increasing its power!
"Good sword!" Meng Changqing sincerely praised.
"Thank you, master, for your compliment~" The famed sword was very happy, its tip like a tail, wagging back and forth.
"Do you have a name?" Meng Changqing asked.
"No, I'm brand new. No one has ever touched me or named me.
The famed sword carved words.
"Then you shall be called Crimson Sky." Meng Changqing didn't think much about it.
"Thank you, master, for the name." The famed sword became very happy.
Sealed for many years, it finally saw the light of day.
And it followed such a handsome and capable master!
Its future was much brighter than those old guys!
After the blood bond was established, the chains binding Crimson Sky broke one by one.
Crimson Sky, as if reborn, turned into a stream of light, flying out of the Divine Radiance Hall.
Flying freely within the Tai Xuan Sect and even the heavens above.
It didn't hide its presence at all.
Countless sword energies crisscrossed, attracting many disciples and elders to come out.
"That's the famed sword of Spirit Peak!"
"Obviously not. It has been subdued."
"Gasp, who could subdue this sword? Even the past peak masters of Spirit Peak couldn't do it!"
"Use some wisdom and think about who in the sect now could subdue it?"
"Are you saying… the young sect master?"
"Of course, the young sect master understood sword intent at twenty. If such a world-defying genius couldn't subdue it, then this sword would be blind."
Although they didn't see what happened in the Divine Radiance Hall, they could guess who subdued the sword.
In the Spirit Hall, Mo Shukuang walked out.
Looking at Crimson Sky hovering in the sky, he showed a satisfied expression.
With this sword, the little junior brother wouldn't have to worry about weapons in the future.