"What sound was that?"
At that time, Feng Qishi sensed the gathering of demonic energy from afar. He didn't know Mu Anxiao was there until he arrived at the location following the demonic energy, and only then did he see Mu Anxiao. By then, the female voice had already vanished.
Therefore, he did not know.
"You don't know," Mu Anxiao said indifferently.
"I don't know what? What sound are you talking about?" Feng Qishi asked.
Seeing Feng Qishi's curious expression, Mu Anxiao thought for a moment and then asked, "What made you come over?"
"I sensed demonic energy."
"You sensed it from far away?" Mu Anxiao was surprised that Feng Qishi had recovered so well after finding himself.
"Mm, what...?" Feng Qishi's lips curled. "Were you startled by my ability?"
"This doesn't count as an ability," Mu Anxiao said. She felt there was no need to hide anything from Feng Qishi and continued, "That voice should belong to the owner of those souls."
"Demonic souls?" Feng Qishi followed Mu Anxiao's train of thought.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Yes, it was a female demon soul. That voice..." she said, taking a sharp breath, "is exactly the same as that woman's voice."
"Exactly the same?" Feng Qishi was surprised. "Wasn't she taken away?"
"Yes, but the voice is indeed the same. This," Mu Anxiao sighed, "is a bit strange."
"It is indeed strange," Feng Qishi agreed. After thinking for a moment, he added, "By the way, did Jia fail to hold onto her, and she ran off?"
Feng Qishi mentioning it made Mu Anxiao suddenly remember the light rope. She exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no."
Feng Qishi was startled. "What's wrong?" he asked, staring at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao replied, "The rope my master gave me, I used it to bind the woman, and I forgot to get it back."
"That's it."
"Mm." Mu Anxiao nodded, thinking of the power of the light rope, her eyes darkened. "That was my new magical artifact. What a shame."
"What's a shame about it? If you need it, I..."
"You want to help me get it?" Mu Anxiao's eyes lit up.
Feng Qishi smiled. "If you need it, I can lend you my long sword," he said, extending his hand, conjuring his long sword, and handing it to Mu Anxiao. "Here you go."
Mu Anxiao looked disgusted. "I don't want it."
"Why?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao replied, "This is your long sword. I don't want it. I want my own magical artifact."
"This..." Feng Qishi lowered his gaze, staring at the long sword.
Suddenly, the long sword flew up from Feng Qishi's hand, hovering in front of Mu Anxiao, swaying back and forth twice as if asking her to take it.
Feng Qishi looked down at the long sword without saying anything.
After staring at the long sword for a few seconds, Mu Anxiao asked, "Are you going to betray me?"
The long sword swayed left and right, implying no.
Mu Anxiao curled her lips. "If you're not betraying me, then why are you looking for me? I don't need you anyway." As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back.
The long sword froze.
Seeing the sword looking rather unhappy, Mu Anxiao frowned and turned to Feng Qishi. "Before, it wasn't sentient. What's going on?" she asked, turning back to the sword.
Feng Qishi replied, "Perhaps it gained sentience after getting some of your blood on it."
"My blood?" Mu Anxiao was surprised. She brought her injured hand out from behind her back. "Then this is truly frightening." She stared at her palm.
At the same time, the long sword slowly descended, placing its hilt into Mu Anxiao's palm. Before Mu Anxiao could speak, it tapped her wound twice. Immediately, Mu Anxiao recoiled in pain. "That hurts!" she exclaimed, exhaling and shaking her hand.
The long sword returned to Feng Qishi's hand.
Feng Qishi reached out and grasped the long sword. "Her hand is injured. You shouldn't have done that," he said.
The long sword stopped moving, implying it knew it was wrong.
Mu Anxiao glared at the long sword. "If I were to really use this thing, I'd definitely die."
Sensing Mu Anxiao's disdain, the long sword vanished of its own accord.
Feng Qishi sighed and lowered his hand.
Mu Anxiao stared at her hand with a pained expression for a few seconds. "You think it's a good thing or a bad thing that my blood can make dormant magical artifacts sentient?" she asked, looking at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi replied, "I haven't encountered a situation like yours before."
"If I use my blood to give many magical artifacts sentience, then I can lead them. At that time," Mu Anxiao looked down at her palm, "I won't have to lift a finger."
"Dream on."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao frowned and looked at Feng Qishi dismissively. "How am I dreaming? This is the fact. I know," she extended her good hand and patted Feng Qishi's shoulder. "You're just jealous of me."
"What is there for me to be jealous of?" Feng Qishi scoffed.
Mu Anxiao continued, "See? If you weren't jealous of me, you wouldn't say such sour words. Alright," she spoke to herself, "don't envy me. I'm just this amazing."
"You..."
"Don't 'you' me. I need to go find Jia now."
"Where are you going to look for him?" Feng Qishi asked, puzzled.
Mu Anxiao looked left and right, then stomped her foot on the ground. "I'm going underground. What if he takes possession of my light rope? Also," her gaze sharpened, "I want to see if the woman has escaped."
"..." Feng Qishi was speechless and took half a step back.
Mu Anxiao looked at him. "Why are you backing away?"
"You go ahead," Feng Qishi said deliberately, knowing that with her current abilities, it was impossible.
As expected, at the same moment Feng Qishi had this thought, Mu Anxiao glanced at him. "Help me out."
"How should I help?" Feng Qishi raised his chin.
"In a moment," Mu Anxiao said, pointing to her head, "if my head doesn't go down, help me push."
"Push?" Feng Qishi repeated the word and chuckled dryly. "Are you sure you want me to push you? Also, if I may be so bold, can you burrow underground?"
"I can't."
"You can't, you..."
"There's a first time for everything. I'll try," Mu Anxiao interrupted, attempting to cast a spell.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi immediately reached out and grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm. "Who taught you this method?" he asked, thinking it was a ridiculous trick.
Mu Anxiao replied, "Hei Feng said I could do it." She said it righteously.
"Hei Feng..." Feng Qishi's mouth twitched. "You actually believe him? He was joking with you."
"I believe... him." Mu Anxiao suddenly lost her confidence.
Feng Qishi nodded. "Then try it." He let go of her hand, thinking she was bound to fail.
Minutes later.
Feng Qishi sat at the table, holding a teacup, watching Mu Anxiao, who had been trying to cast spells for a long time with no effect. "Mu fool, come have some water and continue," he said.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao withdrew her hand, muttering, "It doesn't make sense." She then walked over to Feng Qishi and snatched the teacup from his hand. "Are you stopping me?" she asked before draining the tea in one gulp.
Feng Qishi maintained his gesture of holding the cup and stared up at Mu Anxiao for a few seconds. "You're quite self-aware," he said.
"Reasonably so," Mu Anxiao replied, putting down the cup and looking down at Feng Qishi. "Did you do something?"
"I'm not as bored as you are," Feng Qishi said, picking up the teapot to refill his cup.
Mu Anxiao listened and fell into thought.
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