The Legend of Sword and Fairy Unsealed

"Never thought I’d run into you here. Maybe fate really does tie us together."

Li Siyi studied Su Luo carefully once more, feeling as though their encounters had been far too few.

Yet she couldn’t exactly seek him out at will.

"Must be your imagination. It’s just a coincidence."

"Coincidence or not, what brings you around here? What are you up to?"

"Just taking a stroll, nothing special."

"No plans?"

"Nope. Unlike you, I’m not that busy."

At the moment, Li Siyi was likely preoccupied with searching for the Totem Altar or dealing with the Heavenly Demon Sect.

And so, Su Luo and Li Siyi chatted idly, as if they could keep talking for hours.

Jiang Ningshu watched curiously, surprised by how casually Su Luo conversed.

Compared to how he spoke with her, there was definitely a difference.

She didn’t know what their relationship was, but it was clearly close.

Li Siyi noticed Jiang Ningshu glancing their way and whispered to Su Luo, "Shouldn’t you tend to your friend?"

"It’s fine. She needs some peace right now."

"Bad mood? Aren’t you going to seize the opportunity? She might even be grateful."

"No need. She’ll manage on her own."

Li Siyi nodded inwardly—seemed their relationship wasn’t that deep after all. Good.

Su Luo had a question he’d been meaning to ask since they met.

"Honestly, I’m surprised you got your hands on this sword."

"Oh, that was an accident. I just had a gut feeling about it, so I took it."

Mostly thanks to your diary, Li Siyi added silently in her mind.

"It’s not strange that you have it—what’s strange is that it acknowledged a master."

"Acknowledged? Who?"

"Are you dense? Obviously, you."

"Why?" Li Siyi genuinely didn’t know. She had given up multiple times, convinced she couldn’t snatch opportunities from Lin Xuan anymore.

"How should I know?" Su Luo wasn’t fluent in sword-speak. "But since it’s chosen you, let me help."

"Eh?" Li Siyi had no idea what he meant.

Su Luo was familiar with this immortal sword—he’d wielded it himself in past lives.

He rummaged through his storage ring, pulling out some essentials.

But a few items were still missing.

"Ningshu, lend me a few things."

Su Luo listed the materials he needed.

"How’d you know I have them?"

"With your status, of course you do."

"Fair."

Jiang Ningshu handed them over without hesitation. At her level of cultivation, most treasures were useless now—just clutter for gifting.

Soon, everything was ready.

The long-sealed immortal sword was about to regain its former glory.

For Su Luo, this was child’s play.

With a few deft motions, the rust flaked away, revealing the sword’s true brilliance—a blade of breathtaking elegance.

The moment its seal broke, the sword erupted with overwhelming pressure and power.

But who were the people present?

Li Siyi was its master—it wouldn’t harm her. This sword was loyal to death.

Su Luo was a powerhouse. Jiang Ningshu, the Demon Lord, remained unfazed.

Su Luo had already set up a barrier to contain the sword’s aura.

Otherwise, every cultivator in the vicinity would come hunting for it.

"This… is an immortal sword?"

Li Siyi gaped, having never seen anything so magnificent.

Jiang Ningshu barely glanced at it. Her Heavenly Demon Sword was its equal—she’d even gifted Su Luo one of similar caliber.

Su Luo examined the sword, its radiance almost blinding. He used to adore such ostentation, flaunting it for all to see.

Back then, he’d made countless enemies, fighting nonstop—thankfully, his strength allowed him to strut away unscathed.

But if Li Siyi wielded it openly, it wouldn’t be a blessing—it’d paint a target on her back.

She lacked the power to defend it.

No matter. Su Luo had a solution.

Without dulling its edge, he added a layer of concealment.

The newly awakened sword resisted—naturally, it protected its master.

But Su Luo knew its weakness. A flick of his wrist subdued it effortlessly.

"Done. Now you’re a hidden powerhouse. Anyone who crosses you is in for a nasty surprise."

With this sword, Li Siyi could kill foes far beyond her level—even leap entire realms.

She gripped the hilt, feeling its power—gentle for her, lethal for others.

With such a weapon, did she even need to grow stronger? Just swinging it would suffice.

"Won’t this make me complacent?"

Su Luo smirked. "I know you. You’ll never settle."

"Making me sound greedy. I’m perfectly content!"

"Sure, sure. Come on, I’ll teach you how to wield it."

"Alright." Li Siyi followed without hesitation, leaving word for her allies not to worry.

Jiang Ningshu trailed silently, observing.

As the Demon Lord, she had few friends and rarely sought new ones—especially fleeting acquaintances.

Su Luo led Li Siyi to a nearby Totem Altar, activating the stone guardians for her to test the sword.

At first, she couldn’t control its power. A single slash unleashed its full might—obliterating a guardian instantly.

Li Siyi stared at the sword in disbelief.

Too strong. Far beyond my worth.

Yet such strikes drained her stamina rapidly.

Su Luo taught her restraint, his instructions meticulous—far more than she’d ever received.

"Feels like this is the first time you’ve seriously taught me anything."

"Really? We’ve known each other so long, surely not."

Su Luo pondered. Back in the Seven Stars Sword Sect, he’d been lazy—barely instructing even Little Yu, who trained before him daily.

Li Siyi had gotten even less attention.

So why now?

Perhaps at this stage, those left behind by Lin Xuan were just background characters. Strengthening them wouldn’t change much.

It wasn’t that Su Luo looked down on Li Siyi—it was just reality. Most were merely passing shadows.