Immortal in The Apocalypse
Chapter 148: Repairing Sword

Chapter 148: Repairing Sword

When the burning pain in his soul eased slightly, Bing Jian slowly let out a sigh of relief and said, [Thank you, Master.]

After hearing Bing Jian’s words, the corners of Zhu Lin’s mouth rose slightly. Since her sword is actually forged from a part of her true form, the connection between the two of them was stronger than the connection between her and Tu Tu, or her with her two deceased Qilins.

An hour later, the spiritual energy contained in the ice element ores were exhausted. Zhu Lin opened her eyes, took out more ice element ores from the Qiankun bag, and continued to absorb and refine the spiritual energy into divine energy.

While she was healing Bing Jian’s soul, time passed by without her realizing it. Early the next morning, Xiu Wu left his apartment with breakfast he specially prepared for Zhu Lin. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a man’s voice moaning and panting heavily coming from behind the closed door.

"Mhm~ Master, slow down~ Hah~"

Listening to the man’s sexy panting voice, Xiu Wu’s hand that was about to knock on the door froze. Just when he doubted his ears, he heard Zhu Lin’s voice.

"Bear with it. I will be gentle. Look at you. You haven’t even wiped your body carefully. Here, you need to wipe it like this. If you are too lazy to clean up, I won’t use you anymore. Even if you beg me again in the future, I will not touch you."

The next second, the man’s sexy voice came again. As his breathing became heavier, he said while gasping: "Mas– Master~! Don’t– don’t rub that place~ Mhm~!"

Listening to this conversation, Xiu Wu’s mind went blank. Before he realized what he was doing, he already kicked the door open and rushed in. As soon as he stepped into the living room, Xiu Wu was stunned when he saw a handsome young man in ancient style clothes lying on the old sofa panting and blushing, while Zhu Lin was calmly wiping her sword.

He stared at the young man and Zhu Lin for a while, and then realized that their clothes seemed to be a couple’s clothes. Because Xiu Wu suddenly kicked the door and rushed in with a gloomy face, Zhu Lin stopped wiping her sword.

She raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing his confused and stunned look, she asked in surprise: "What’s wrong? Is there something urgent?"

Seeing how calm she was, Xiu Wu was a little at a loss. As for Bing Jian, he was relieved because Zhu Lin no longer rubbed and scrubbed his real body. But when he saw Xiu Wu’s face, he suddenly jumped up from the old sofa and stood in front of Zhu Lin protectively.

With obvious hostility in Bing Jian’s eyes, he glared at Xiu Wu and asked, "Why are you here?! Are you here to steal my master again?!"

Before Xiu Wu could speak, Bing Jian turned to look at Zhu Lin and asked, "Master, why are you still in contact with him? Have you forgotten that time he kidnapped you and brought you to hell valley? You almost died from corpse flower poison! If your elder brother hadn’t sacrificed half of his cultivation, you would have been dead by then!"

Zhu Lin looked at the angry expression of her sword spirit for a moment, then calmly wiped the sword with a white cloth. As soon as Zhu Lin wiped his real body, Bing Jian cursed and fell to his knees, trembling all over.

She gently stroked the sword and said, "He is not the same person."

After saying that, Zhu Lin glanced at Bing Jian’s gloomy expression for a moment, then took out a small jade bottle from the ice flower pendant. Just as she was about to sprinkle the white powder into the sword, Bing Jian suddenly shouted: "Master! Please spare me! I won’t dare anymore!"

Bing Jian looked at Zhu Lin with pleading eyes, but his expression changed in the next second when he heard Zhu Lin say with a slight smile: "Be good. This is for your own good."

Before Bing Jian had time to stop her, Zhu Lin had already sprinkled the sword repairing powder on the cracks in the sword. A few seconds later, Bing Jian gritted his teeth and endured the comfortable pleasure brought by the sword repairing powder and said, "Master! You have gone too far! I will ignore you!"

After leaving these words, Bing Jian disappeared and hid inside the sword. Every now and then, the sword would tremble and make a low humming sound. Xiu Wu stood there, looking at everything that happened in front of him while doubting his sanity and eyes.

Seeing that he was just standing there while staring at her and Bing Jian in her hands, Zhu Lin asked, "Xiu Wu, are you alright? Why are you looking for me? Do you need anything?"

After hearing her questions, Xiu Wu came back to his senses. He put the breakfast he had made for her on the low table and went to close the door. Luckily, he didn’t destroy the door and only broke the lock. Otherwise, he needs to go to the trading hall and pay someone to repair the door for Zhu Lin.

When he walked back to the living room, he saw Zhu Lin sheathing her sword and placing it on the low table. Xiu Wu sat next to her and said hesitantly: "That man just now..."

"He is my sword spirit, and his name is Bing Jian." Zhu Lin replied calmly.

After hearing her answer, Xiu Wu sat down beside her and opened the plastic lunch boxes. Putting everything in front of Zhu Lin, he handed her a pair of chopsticks and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Zhu Lin picked up a piece of meat, put it to her mouth, and said, "Repairing my sword."