Chapter 427: No more cutting and sorting out, it’s still chaos
Looking into Wang Xuan's eyes, she was filled with joy, but even though he was in front of her, she did not have the right to hug him.

The girl's heart is filled with sorrow, and it is difficult for others to understand her distress. Her relationship with Wang Xuan is unclear; they are more friends than lovers.

When she learned that Wang Xuan was about to become a father, get married and have children, she was helpless.

"Have you eaten? I saved a braised nine-colored pheasant for you." Wang Xuan suddenly had a plate of fragrant roast chicken in his hand.

Foxes love eating chickens the most.

"I don't want to eat." Tu Yingying shrugged her nose and turned her back.

Although I said no, I was still very tempted in my heart.

Wang Xuan placed the plate in the air and stretched lazily. The moonlight poured on the earth like mercury, and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of white snow.

There was some silence between the two of them, as if they had a lot to say, but just as they were about to open their mouths, they realized that they both knew what they needed to say, so there was no need to say it.

After a long while, Wang Xuan asked, "How have you been these past few years?"

The relationship between the two of them had actually been changing because of his changes in strength and status. Six years ago, he was just a body cultivator, while Tu Yingying was a celestial demon at the peak of the Divine Infant stage.

By chance, I saved the seriously injured Tu Yingying, and they became connected by fate.

Six years later, he became a favored child of heaven with a name known throughout the universe. He fought against opponents of higher ranks and killed those of the Heavenly Rank and even the True Rank, and defeated evildoers of his generation with just one punch.

Defeating the Immortal Dongxu is now a piece of cake for him. Although he is only at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal level, he is welcomed by many demon saints when he arrives at Qingqiu Mountain.

And Tu Yingying, the celestial demon who was originally out of reach of Wang Xuan, has also reached the Yutai realm. However, compared with the current Wang Xuan, she has gone from looking down on him to looking up at him.

"Not good." Tu Yingying held the chicken leg in her small hand, her cheeks slightly puffed up. Such a delicious nine-colored pheasant was caught by the Fox Saint from another world, and she had only eaten it two or three times in her life.

While eating the delicious food, I felt a little sad. I didn’t know whether my mood was sweet or bitter.

Seeing Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows, she added, "It's not bad, right?" in order to prevent Wang Xuan from thinking that she was bullied in Qingqiu Mountain.

"Sit down." Wang Xuan pointed casually, and the soil squirmed and turned into two iron-solid stone benches.

"After several years of separation from the Evolution Realm, there has been no news from Earth. I have a lot of things to do after returning." Wang Xuan looked at Tu Yingying eating roast chicken, and his mood gradually improved. "This sounds like a reason, but I really don't know whether I should come to see you, but I still have to come. I can't just not say a word."

Wang Xuan was also young and frivolous. He rose to prominence too quickly, so it was normal for him to be arrogant. It was just the norm for young people to be full of vigor and vitality.

Of course, this kind of high-spiritedness is somewhat inflated.

It's just that he has the capital.

Wang Xuan once thought that he would be omnipotent and no problem would be a big deal to him. But as time went by, he calmed down.

The vast ocean is actually very calm most of the time. As a martial arts immortal, he has experienced many storms. Now that he is about to start a family and build a career, it is time for him to calm his mind.

"Then what do you want to tell me?" Tu Yingying left a pile of chicken bones on the ground and pouted her pink red lips.

Wang Xuan didn't know what to say. If he couldn't be loyal and give her a status, he shouldn't have flirted with her in the first place.

"There's nothing to say." Wang Xuan shook his head, "I can only say that I'm a scumbag."

No matter how much he tries to argue, he cannot wash away the scumbag mentality of wanting to have three palaces and six courtyards when he was inflated with love. Being too affectionate means being fickle, and the more frivolous a person is, the cheaper his love is.

But now that he has figured it out, he no longer feels that having three palaces and six courtyards is meaningless, and on the contrary, it is a defilement of feelings.

With his strength, let alone having three palaces and six courtyards, even marrying 100 million women would be no problem. He could sleep with a hundred of them a day and could sleep with them for thousands of years without repeating the same thing.

But is this interesting? When you can’t get it, you feel uneasy, but when you can easily get it, you feel that it’s just so-so.

"Are you going to change your ways?" Tu Yingying and Wang Xuan looked at each other, "Wang, you scumbag."

"Come to your senses, otherwise the child will look down on me as his father when he grows up." Wang Xuan sighed.

Tu Yingying looked pitiful: "What about me?" "You are still you. I haven't even touched your little hand many times." Wang Xuan said.

Tu Yingying gently pulled his palm and touched it seven or eight times, saying, "Nonsense, it's not just a few times! At least ten times!"

Wang Xuan couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand and took out another plate of dragon tendons and gave it to the girl to taste. He didn't know what to say again.

Tu Yingying grumbled as she ate: "You're a heart-stealing thief. You stole other people's things, and when you return them, do you think they'll look the same as before?"

Taking off the black long sword on his back, Wang Xuan wiped it lightly with a silk scarf. This long sword was a half-step immortal sword embryo. It had always been in his hand, but it had no name.

However, his real life weapon, made of Hunyuan purple gold and the divine gold long board that records the Yuanling sword embryo, mixed with some half-step immortal materials, is a peerless magic weapon that was refined and forged in his dantian. It has always occupied a dominant position and cannot be compared with the black long sword.

The sword in the swordsman's hand is the beauty in his arms, and Wang Xuan's heart gradually calms down as he strokes the sword.

"This sword has been with me for four or five years. It has survived many battles without being damaged. It is my personal belonging. I am giving it to you."

Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and threw the black sword, which flashed with purple light and flew across the sky like a dragon. In the blink of an eye, it was thousands of miles away.

Once this sword comes out, it can easily kill creatures below the True Level, even if there is no one controlling it.

A huge amount of power of creation is condensed between heaven and earth, and the black sword continues to absorb it. The power of the weapon spirit continues to grow until it reaches the peak that can be reached in a short period of time.

puff!
With a slight sound, the long sword fell to the ground. The black long sword, which had always been lonely and arrogant, also made bursts of sword chants, calling Wang Xuan.

Being held by the king among sword immortals is its honor, and it can bring it a sense of pride in killing. Following a mere upper demon king, a "weakling" who doesn't even have the combat power of the peak heavenly rank, it feels that its life has suddenly become dark.

"What use do I have for a sword?" Tu Yingying had just finished a plate of dragon tendons and shook her head, "I don't want one."

"Then you can use it as a flying sword." Wang Xuan pointed, and the black sword turned into a sword ball and flew into Tu Yingying's mouth.

From now on, whenever she feels resentful, she can easily hurt others with words. If she sacrifices her essence and blood, and spits blood at others, it should be no problem to kill a few peak celestial beings with one blow.

Feeling the rich spirituality within the black sword, Tu Yingying naturally knew how powerful this sword was, but it was too precious.

"What is the name of this sword?" Tu Yingying asked.

"You can give it a name. In my hands, it has never had a name." The natal weapon that Wang Xuan had painstakingly nurtured was about to take shape, and the position of the black sword had been replaced.

Moreover, the power of this kind of embryo will surpass that of the Star Palace only when he reaches the Star Lord realm, so his combat effectiveness will not decline in recent years due to the loss of the black sword.

"It's so pitiful." Tu Yingying said. The personal weapons of the monks basically have names, and most people treat them like wives. "Then let's call it Mahakala. In mythology, there are thirty-six heavens in the fairyland. I look forward to the day when it can become a sword."

“Just treat it as your lifelong weapon.” Wang Xuan said.

"Yeah." Tu Yingying nodded slightly. She was willing to accept the things Wang Xuan gave her.

Ripples were heard from the space not far away. The affected grass and trees were instantly turned into powder, and the soil was surging like waves.

However, such fluctuations only spread a few meters away before disappearing, suppressed by the Demon Saint.

Wang Xuan could see with his eyes that the Sky Illusion Fox Saint wanted to come over, but was easily blocked by the Blue Moon Demon Saint, who looked angry and helpless.

"It's getting late. I should go back." He came here to untie a knot, but found that he couldn't untie it.

If you keep cutting, the principles will remain chaotic.

Tu Yingying said hurriedly in panic: "So soon? Why don't you wait a little longer, I'll take you to my place to have a look."

A thousand-meter-high mountain is planted with cherry trees, which bloom all year round in this relatively cold place in Siberia. Because of the rich spiritual energy of Qingqiu Mountain, it also has a bit of spirituality.

The cherry blossoms are like red snow, blooming beautifully, making people walking on the path feel empty in their hearts and forget all their worries.

(End of this chapter)