The Soul-Devouring Needle circled Qin Hao again and again. Chen Wan wondered if it was an illusion; she felt that the Soul-Devouring Needle at this moment was like a child who had been away from home for years and finally saw its family, cheering and jumping for joy.
"This?"
Chen Wan couldn't understand. This Soul-Devouring Needle was a treasure passed down from her master. It had followed her for tens of thousands of years and had never shown such bizarre behavior. Why would it circle a stranger?
Let alone Chen Wan, Qin Hao also couldn't understand for a moment. What was happening here?
Was this the Soul-Devouring Needle's method of attack? Make people let down their guard, and then kill them in one blow?
Qin Hao looked at the fine needle circling in front of him, a strange look flashing in his eyes. Then, as if sensing something, he slowly raised his right hand.
The Soul-Devouring Needle trembled slightly, then happily landed in Qin Hao's palm. The needle body quivered gently, its tip rubbing against his palm. Its appearance actually carried a bit of intimacy.
Chen Wan was completely dumbfounded:
"How is this possible? This is my Soul-Devouring Needle!"
Chen Wan felt her brain was short-circuiting. This fine needle that had accompanied her for tens of thousands of years had never shown such an expression to her.
When by her side, the Soul-Devouring Needle was like an emotionless object. Every time it was used, it flew when it should, pierced when it should, and returned when it should, never making the slightest extra movement.
What was wrong today? It was actually acting cute and coquettish toward a stranger?
"Bastard! What kind of trick did you use!"
Qin Hao was also baffled: "You're asking me? I want to ask you."
"Me, use a trick? Heaven is my witness, it flew over by itself. I didn't do anything."
Chen Wan's face turned ashen. Her illusory palm suddenly shot out, wanting to snatch the Soul-Devouring Needle back.
But the fine needle was like a frightened little beast. With a swish, it burrowed into Qin Hao's sleeve, only revealing half of its tip, facing Chen Wan somewhat provocatively.
Its appearance seemed to say: "Don't come over, I have a new master."
Seeing this scene, Chen Wan almost fainted from anger on the spot.
"You, you..." She pointed at the Soul-Devouring Needle, her fingers trembling like a sieve:
"You ungrateful, shameless, despicable little needle!"
Qin Hao was amused. Why was this person scolding her own magical treasure?
Qin Hao chuckled softly, protecting the Soul-Devouring Needle behind his palm: "Hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. I think this needle is pretty good. So sensible, so obedient."
Saying that, Qin Hao tossed the Soul-Devouring Needle into the air: "Do a backflip."
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the Soul-Devouring Needle paused slightly in mid-air, and then—
The fine needle flipped in the air, crisply executing a 360-degree backflip.
Chen Wan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but abruptly couldn't spit out a single word.
What did she just see?
This Soul-Devouring Needle that had followed her for so long, which usually remained motionless unless necessary, was actually doing somersaults!
Chen Wan felt her understanding of the world receive an unprecedented shock.
"Spin around again," Qin Hao spoke again.
The Soul-Devouring Needle immediately started spinning in place, spinning with vigorous momentum and flowing colors. After spinning, it hovered in front of Qin Hao, its body slightly bent. Its posture looked exactly like a dog wagging its tail waiting for praise.
Qin Hao: "Awesome, come back!"
Receiving Qin Hao's command, the Soul-Devouring Needle immediately hid in his sleeve.
The movement was smooth and flowing, done in one breath.
Seeing this scene, Chen Wan completely broke down. She never thought that a mere hidden weapon could have such an ugly face. How flattering! How shameless!
To please this young man in front of it, this Soul-Devouring Needle would do anything!
Chen Wan took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her emotions, then reached out her hand to Qin Hao:
"Give it back to me!"
Qin Hao glanced at the fine needle hidden in his sleeve and chuckled: "Give it back to you?"
He unhurriedly took the Soul-Devouring Needle out of his sleeve and placed it on his palm:
"I'll just put it here. If you have the ability, make it go with you on its own."
Chen Wan narrowed her eyes, staring coldly at the Soul-Devouring Needle and snorted: "Come back! I am your master."
However, upon hearing Chen Wan's words, the Soul-Devouring Needle rolled in Qin Hao's palm, pointed its tip at Chen Wan, and gently shook itself. This appearance was exactly as if saying:
"Not anymore."
"You heartless thing!" Chen Wan's chest heaved violently. She never thought there would come a day when she would be infuriated by the Soul-Devouring Needle she had always trusted.
"You were left to me by my master! Now, for a stranger you just met, you throw our thirty thousand years of affection to the back of your mind? Are you worthy of me? Are you worthy of my master?"
Qin Hao had originally just held a spectator's mentality, watching this farce between Chen Wan and the Soul-Devouring Needle. However, when Chen Wan mentioned the word "master," his heart suddenly stirred.
Master?
Qin Hao didn't believe this Soul-Devouring Needle could inexplicably develop such an intimate reaction to him. There must be some connection involved.
"Wait!" He raised his hand to interrupt Chen Wan's accusations, then went on to ask:
"You said this needle was left to you by your master? Who is your master?"
Hearing Qin Hao's question, a proud look suddenly appeared on Chen Wan's face, which had previously been twisted with anger by the Soul-Devouring Needle.
She straightened her illusory figure, her eyes shining with the light of worship:
"My master? Heh, young man, when it comes to my master, throughout the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, anyone with a bit of strength knows her name."
"My master is the one from the end of the Immortal Antiquity Era who charged into the Foreign Realm alone, slaughtering them so fiercely that for an entire epoch afterward, they didn't dare set foot in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens—Fairy Miejue."
Hearing the words "Fairy Miejue," Qin Hao was first taken aback, and then the expression on his face became extremely colorful.
He looked down at the Soul-Devouring Needle in his sleeve. No wonder, no wonder this thing was inexplicably so intimate with him; so it was Ruyan's item.
Qin Hao looked at Chen Wan again. In that case, I am her master's husband?
Qin Hao chuckled softly and immediately dispersed the Immemorial Dragon Emperor Avatar that could only be maintained for another breath. The flood had washed away the Dragon King's temple; it turned out they were family.
With Qin Hao dispersing his avatar, Chen Wan was taken aback at first, and then a glint flashed in her eyes.
She thought Qin Hao was frightened after hearing her master's name.
"Young man, consider yourself smart!" Chen Wan sneered:
"Since you know this is something my master left me, then quickly return it to me. This Soul-Devouring Needle was once my master's personal belonging. The karma entwined upon it is not something a mere Void Refinement Realm cultivator like you can endure."
Qin Hao chuckled and shook his head: "You keep saying 'your master' this and 'your master' that, but do you know what relationship your master has with me?"
"What relationship could you possibly have with my master? With anyone else it might be possible, but for someone surnamed Qin, it is absolutely impossible."
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