Chapter 22 Little Sword
“Where did this monster come from!” Zhang Tie quickly retracted his hand, took a few steps back, and looked around with a wary look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm here." The soft female voice came out again, the voice was gentle and beautiful, and the feeling of weakness in the tone became clearer.

At this time, Zhang Tie finally discovered the source of the sound, which was the puppet in front of him!
"Fellow Daoist, I was not awake before. It was because of the puppet's instinct that I offended you. Please don't blame me."

I saw the spirit stone inside the puppet changing with the soft voice, flashing continuously.

"My name is Bi Huan. I was once a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. Unfortunately, my life span is coming to an end. After a struggle, I ended up dying."

“The remnant soul of the Nascent Soul?” Zhang Tie’s heart tightened, and he quietly took a few steps back without leaving any trace, but he still looked at the puppet with an expressionless face.

"Fellow Daoist, are you wondering why I am relying on this puppet?"

Zhang Tie nodded without comment and motioned the puppet to continue.

"Although I was gifted during my lifetime, I overestimated my own talent and did not work hard to cultivate. Instead, I was obsessed with the art of puppetry, wasting my lifespan. In the end, I ended up dying here."

The puppet sighed and said, "It's a pity that the puppet secrets I have studied all my life have been abandoned here." After saying this, the puppet's vertical pupils turned to Zhang Tie, revealing a hint of regret.

Hearing this, Zhang Tiexin thought that this puppet was really talkative, and the purpose of seducing him was too obvious! Then he shook his head, and his worries about this puppet were reduced a lot.

Strong men are never willing to waste words. Zhang Tie walked back to the puppet and reached out to it again. "In that case, I will gladly accept your spirit stones."

"Okay, huh?" The female voice suddenly reacted, "Why do you still want to take my spirit stone, fellow Daoist? I have a puppet secret technique to give you!"

The female voice didn't quite react. She had hinted so clearly, why did Zhang Tie still want to take that mere mid-level spirit stone?

How could she know that Zhang Tie was not interested in the secret art of puppetry at all, and he did not believe the puppet's lies at all. If it was really the remnant soul of a Nascent Soul, why didn't he just take over the body instead of using the puppet to absorb spiritual energy?
The female voice in the puppet was immediately confused when she saw that Zhang Tie did not hesitate at all. The reason why the female voice cared so much about the spirit stone was because she was the spirit of the small sword!

It was originally the life magic weapon of a Divine Transformation cultivator named Bihuan. After being nurtured by the Divine Transformation cultivator for hundreds of years, it finally gave birth to a trace of vague consciousness. However, the Divine Transformation cultivator was then hunted down by his enemies and eventually died here.

After the death of the God-Transforming Monk, the sword was also severely damaged, and its consciousness also declined a lot. But the God-Transforming Monk was indeed a puppet master, and he accidentally developed this ugly puppet with a soul-sucking formation.

By chance, the weapon spirit was actually sucked into the puppet. That's why the puppet absorbed Qi Yunxiao's spiritual energy. It hoped that after the puppet advanced, it would allow her to return to the small sword.

Seeing that Zhang Tie was unmoved, the female voice hurriedly urged the golden sword, and then hurriedly said, "There is a mechanism in front of the cave. When it is opened, there will be a thousand-year-old elixir and secret techniques!"

Zhang Tie thought that the puppet was going to attack him, so he dodged it by moving sideways, and then looked at the small golden sword with a puzzled look on his face.

The golden sword was not moving very fast and was obviously not heading towards Zhang Tie. Instead, it rushed towards a place in the cave and tapped it a few times deftly. Then a huge stone slowly moved, revealing a new space.

"Another formation!" Zhang Tie now had a good understanding of formations. The small sword had obviously opened the formation in the cave, revealing the things hidden inside.

I saw that behind the stone was a space that was much larger than the cave. It was just as the woman said, with all kinds of spiritual herbs, and there was also a stone table with several exquisite boxes.

“Could it be possible that what she said was true?” Zhang Tie raised his eyebrows and looked at the puppet next to him.

"It is indeed true, Daoist friend!" Seeing that Zhang Tie no longer wanted to take his spiritual stones, the puppet female voice felt relieved. "Daoist friend, you can go and take a look. Can a puppet like me that is broken down still pose any threat?" Zhang Tie nodded, and then looked at the spiritual medicines. "The spiritual energy is rich, and they are indeed some aged herbs."

Seeing Zhang Tie's intention, the puppet girl turned around and walked towards the formation, and immediately activated the golden sword. With a sound of "sou", the sword pierced through Zhang Tie's body again.

Kaka!

The body of Zhang Tie who was stabbed by the sword turned into nothing. It was obvious that at that moment Zhang Tie used the invisible escape technique, returned to the puppet, and took out the puppet's spirit stone.

"No!" A scream came from the spirit stone.

Hearing the puppet's inappropriate cry, Zhang Tie finally felt relieved. "This puppet's female voice should be a little dull!"

Ever since he entered the cave and was trapped in the illusion, Zhang Tie had always felt that the cave was terrifying. However, the performance of the puppet female voice was so poor that Zhang Tie suspected that the puppet had some hidden meaning, so he kept testing it. Finally, he confirmed that the puppet was really weak, and Zhang Tie was relieved to take out the spirit stone.

"There's no going back! There's no going back!"

"Shut up! What are you talking about?" Zhang Tie's ears were about to explode. The female voice was sharp and thin. Ever since Zhang Tie held it, it kept shouting that it could not go back.

"If you don't shut up, I will crush you to pieces!" Zhang Tie began to pinch the spirit stone with force. He spoke a little impatiently. Zhang Tie really looked down on an ordinary mid-level spirit stone.

"Don't do that, fellow Taoist!" The woman's scream suddenly stopped, as if she had given up struggling.

"I am the spirit of the weapon! I want to return to the sword." The female voice sounded as if all the bones had been pulled out. "I can't go back! I can't go back!"

The spirit of the weapon!

Zhang Tie immediately became excited. The small sword looked ordinary, but it turned out to be a weapon with spirit.
Treasure, could it be an ancient treasure?

Zhang Tie immediately felt that the spirit stone in his hand had become precious. He gently opened his hands, carefully placed the spirit stone in front of his eyes, and said in a friendly manner, "Hey, spirit, what's your name?"

"Bai Ling Sword." The weapon spirit continued to mutter to itself that it could not go back, but it did not dare to not reply to Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie nodded. It seemed that the owner of the ancient treasure was probably a female cultivator, but this name was not very suitable for him.

While thinking about what to name it in the future, Zhang Tie walked over and picked up the ordinary little sword.

The sword body was uneven and there was nothing strange about it. Zhang Tie was a little puzzled. Was it really an ancient treasure?

With a casual wave of the hand, the small sword immediately cut through the stone next to it like cutting tofu, and the cut was extremely smooth.

"You bastard, how can you use me to cut stones? Do you know how to use ancient treasures?"

(End of this chapter)