“Chapter 102: Immortal Artifact Acknowledges Its Master! “Master, are your legs weak and you can’t walk?””

"Boom—!!!"

At the very moment when the Divine Sense of the Master and Disciple intertwined and the two different flames completely achieved Fusion,

a heaven-shaking loud explosion suddenly erupted inside Yunjin Palace.

That Pill Furnace, which was powerful enough to refine metal and stone,

actually couldn't withstand this terrifying energy fluctuation and directly burst apart!

Fragments filling the sky, mixed with violent waves of fire, swept out in all directions.

"Not good!"

Gu Lan's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But before he had time to move, a golden-red pillar of light shot up into the sky, directly piercing through the dome of Yunjin Palace and thrusting straight into the clouds!

"Chirp—!"

A loud Phoenix cry resounded through heaven and earth.

Within that pillar of light,

a long sword that was dark red all over and had magma-like patterns flowing across its surface slowly emerged.

It was no longer the rusty broken sword appearance from before.

Although the sword body was still only half left,

an unquenchable fire of nothingness burned at the broken edge, as if it were automatically completing the sword body.

A destructive aura originating from the ancient primordial era instantly enveloped the entire Cuiyun Peak.

"It's a success!"

Master Su Yunjin's beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't care about wiping the sweat off her face, her eyes filled with wild joy.

"Hurry! Take advantage of now! Drop blood to acknowledge its Master!"

"It has just awakened, and it is precisely at its weakest and most power-craving time!"

Gu Lan did not dare to delay and bit the tip of his tongue.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood mist containing Pure Yang essence blood was sprayed onto the sword body.

"Zizizi—"

The originally unruly broken sword, the instant it came into contact with this mouthful of essence blood, actually let out a joyous humming sound like a baby drinking milk.

It frantically devoured the blood.

The red patterns on the sword body became increasingly vivid and eerie.

Following that, it turned into a red beam of light and directly drilled into Gu Lan's glabella!

Boom!

Gu Lan only felt an extremely domineering consciousness appear in his mind.

That was a wasteland burning with endless raging fires.

A God of Fire whose face could not be seen was holding a broken sword, splitting open the vault of heaven with a single strike!

"Burning Heaven…"

Gu Lan muttered to himself and suddenly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, two cyan and red intertwined fire lotuses slowly rotated.

He extended his hand, and with a thought in his mind,

"Clang!"

the burning heaven broken sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

A feeling of Bloodline connection and effortless manipulation welled up spontaneously.

"Is this… the power of an Immortal Artifact?"

Gu Lan casually waved his hand.

Without any spiritual power fluctuations, merely due to the high temperature naturally carried by the sword body,

"Hiss—"

the incomparably hard obsidian ground in front of him was actually cut open like tofu into a bottomless slit, and the cut edges were still melting!

Strong!

Simply outrageously strong!

"Hoo…"

Just as Gu Lan was immersed in the joy of obtaining a divine weapon,

a weak gasp suddenly came from beside him.

"Ouch…"

Master Su Yunjin's body swayed, her feet went soft, and her whole body fell backward.

In order to suppress the ferocity of this burning heaven broken sword, she had just exhausted her very last trace of spiritual power, and even mobilized her Origin fire.

"Master!"

Gu Lan was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, grabbing hold of her slender and soft waist in one go.

At the point of contact, it was smooth, slippery, and damp with heat.

Master Su Yunjin's entire body was soaked through with sweat.

That thin gauze long dress clung tightly to her body, outlining those devilish curves sufficient to make a Saint break their vows.

She leaned powerlessly into Gu Lan's embrace.

That usually radiant face was somewhat pale at this moment, and her chest heaved violently.

"Wicked Disciple…"

She scolded feebly, but her voice was soft and limp, sounding more like acting spoiled.

"This broken sword of yours… almost sucked your Master dry."

Gu Lan looked at the peerless Master in his arms.

That scent mixed with sweat and body fragrance drilled straight into his nose.

Causing the fiery Qi that he had just suppressed to show a tendency to rear its head again.

"Master, are you alright?"

As Gu Lan spoke, he extremely "filially" helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead.

By the way…

His palm wandered very dishonestly across her damp back, under the fine-sounding pretext of transmitting spiritual power to heal her injuries.

"I see your legs are so soft that you can't even stand steady."

"How about… this Disciple carries you to the bed to rest for a while?"

"Scram!"

Although Master Su Yunjin was weak, her brain was still clear.

She slapped away Gu Lan's thieving hand that was exploring downwards, and used the momentum to straighten her body.

"Stop moving your hands and feet with this Master here."

"Since the sword has already been refined, scram right now!"

She gave Gu Lan an annoyed look.

That charming and alluring appearance made Gu Lan's heart itch directly.

"This time in Tianxiang Valley, you completely showed off your limelight, not only taking first place, but also making the Saintess of others… Hmph!"

Speaking of this, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"During this period of time, you are to thoroughly familiarize yourself with this sword in the Immortal Cave for me, and by the way, stabilize your skyrocketing cultivation base."

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to go down the mountain again to provoke other women!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this Disciple will go back to enter seclusion right now!"

Gu Lan knew when to stop while ahead.

After all, Master was a gunpowder barrel right now; if he really angered her, she would explode.

"Then… Master, please rest well."

"This Disciple will come another day to give you… a sweat wipe."

Having said that, Gu Lan hugged the newly acquired burning heaven broken sword and scampered away in a flash like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

Watching his departing back,

Master Su Yunjin supported herself against the table and slowly sat down.

She lowered her head and glanced at her soaked-through lapels.

Then she looked at her legs that were still trembling slightly, a look of bashful annoyance and a complex blush floating onto her face.

"This kid's Pure Yang Qi… is truly becoming increasingly domineering."

"At that very moment when our Divine Senses intertwined just now…"

She bit her red lips, a trace of panic flashing through her eyes.

"I actually… truly developed romantic feelings?"