Truth Exposed, Empresses Beg for Forgiveness-Chapter 126: Grasping the Emperor’s Sword! All of Jian Ling’er’s Memories... A Man’s Tears Are Not Lightly Shed, Only When Truly Heartbroken!

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Grasping the Emperor’s Sword! All of Jian Ling’er’s Memories... A Man’s Tears Are Not Lightly Shed, Only When Truly Heartbroken!

The familiar soft call made the young Luo Xuan freeze instantly.

Of course, he could tell this was Jian Ling’er’s voice!

In the next breath, Jian Ling’er’s figure actually appeared before him from within the Emperor’s Sword!

The young Luo Xuan was overjoyed, thinking Jian Ling’er hadn’t died.

However, the next moment, the joy in his eyes froze completely.

It was because he realized that even though Jian Ling’er appeared before him, her figure was completely illusory!

In the Celestial Emperor Palace, Jian Wuming suddenly lost his voice.

"Sword Spirit?!"

He never expected that Jian Ling’er would become the sword spirit of this Emperor’s Sword at this moment!

Jian Lingxin’s beautiful eyes contracted suddenly.

Even the Spirit Heart Sword she wielded began to buzz and shake like never before!

...

"Silly wood! Did I scare you?"

Jian Ling’er’s illusion appeared, smiling charmingly, but her eyes were slightly red, filled with tears.

"Wood, do you know, I almost perished completely just now, but I knew I couldn’t just die like this.

If I died, how would you deal with that old rat... So, I tried hard to merge with this sword.

Luckily, the sword was responding to me, and I succeeded easily, transforming into the sword spirit.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be able to do this one last thing for you..."

In Jian Ling’er’s beautiful eyes, dazzling tears gleamed.

"Wood, there’s actually one thing I lied to you about.

I said before that I saved many people, but actually... you are the only one I’ve saved.

I usually don’t dare to save people, and there aren’t many people to save in Frost City, but somehow, that day, I wanted to save you...

Maybe knowing you was my destiny, my true fate..."

The young Luo Xuan listened to Jian Ling’er’s words, completely dazed.

And, overwhelmed by the majesty of this Emperor’s Sword, Jian Guichen couldn’t even step forward at this moment!

Jian Ling’er’s attractive lips curved slightly, forming a beautiful yet wistful smile.

"That night when we held each other, I said I wanted a warm embrace to rely on, even if only for one night.

I didn’t expect it would really become a prophecy that there would be only that one night..."

As if not wanting this sadness to affect the young Luo Xuan.

Jian Ling’er tried to make herself appear relaxed.

"Wood, as the useless one of the Sword Spirit Race, being able to forge this Sword of Ultimate Power with my body, this is the most useful I’ve ever been.

You should be happy for me.

This time, my promise can truly be fulfilled; I once patted your shoulder and said I’ll protect you, and now I really can with this sword~"

Yet, unknowingly, two lines of clear tears still fell from the corners of her eyes, and Jian Ling’er was already tearful.

"It’s just a shame, I can’t drink your soup anymore, nor accompany you in human form..."

"Wood, hold this sword, whether today or in the future, you must win against anyone you face.

Remember, you promised me you wouldn’t die, so don’t come looking for me too soon, or I won’t pay you any mind..."

Her sweet voice seemed to linger in his ears, but Jian Ling’er’s figure had already dissipated, returning to the Emperor’s Sword.

This sword, the Emperor’s Artifact, flew automatically towards the young Luo Xuan, its hilt nuzzling his wrist affectionately.

The young Luo Xuan instinctively reached out to grasp it.

In the next moment, boundless memories rushed in like a tide!

...

"Haha, isn’t that Jian Ling’er, a Sword Spirit Race member without a Sword Heart, a living waste."

"I don’t know how such a waste from the Sword Spirit Race dares to stay among the Sword Spirit Race."

Listening to the cold sneers, Jian Ling’er lowered her head and silently returned to her simple room.

On one side of her face was the scar she had painstakingly tried, finally drawing on to protect herself, a stark sight.

...

"This month’s allocation of Spirit Stones for the lower-tier disciples is insufficient, Jian Ling’er, yours is gone~"

Facing the Sword Spirit Race’s disciples giving out Spirit Stones arrogantly.

In the end, Jian Ling’er said nothing and quietly walked away.

...

"Jian Ling’er, other disciples have already overspent their time in the Sword Spirit Library Pavilion this year, your time for this year is gone."

"Hm? But..."

"No buts, you have no Sword Heart, that’s how it should be, do you have any complaints?"

The Guardian Elder, whom the young Luo Xuan had a neutral impression of, was indifferent to Jian Ling’er.

Deprived Jian Ling’er of her time to enter the Sword Spirit Library Pavilion this year. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Even in Jian Ling’er’s memory, such events passing swiftly were clearly not the first time.

Only then did the young Luo Xuan understand why his allowance to enter the Sword Spirit Library Pavilion for three days was what Jian Ling’er saved for eighteen years!

Jian Ling’er moved her lips but ultimately said nothing more.

After leaving the Sword Spirit Library Pavilion, her pink fist clenched tightly.

"I will definitely awaken my Sword Heart, I, am not a waste!"

...

Jian Ling’er exhausted every method, desperately trying to awaken her Sword Heart, even tirelessly practicing the sword.

However, all ended in failure.

The memories of the Eastern Sword Domain lasted a long time, bringing Jian Ling’er nothing but pain...

...

Sword Master Jian Kuanglan showed ’mercy’ by allowing Jian Ling’er to reside in Frost City of the Lower Realm.

She was extremely thankful to the Sword Master, expressing gratitude profusely.

Arriving in Frost City, although sparse in population, the weather was harsh, and people’s hearts were even colder, Jian Ling’er felt unprecedented relief.