少妇人妻互换不带套

“I think I’ve understood,” the self-corpse said, covering his forehead with one hand and rubbing it hard. “So, the giant ancestral master’s saber woman… wasn’t actually transformed from a saber? The Saber-Nurturing Technique he taught doesn’t actually have this function?”

Such a headache!

“Yes,” Su Clan’s Sixteen responded calmly, “His saber was his dao companion, a numerically-designated Fairy from the Spirit River Su Clan. The imposing saber intent you sensed was also innate to that numerically-designated Fairy.”

“So Fairy, can you also transform into a heavenly saber?” the self-corpse asked casually.

Su Clan’s Sixteen shook her head, “Unfortunately… not every member of the Spirit River Su Clan possesses this talent.”

The self-corpse looked up at the sky, “Then what’s the deal with my ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’?”

In fact, deep down, he had already begun to suspect—the Saber-Nurturing Technique of Tyrannical Song was definitely due to non-standard usage, lacking a soul and even wholesale ‘Cheap Love’, thus causing a mutation.

“You’re asking me? Who should I ask?” said Su Clan’s Sixteen. “Why not try using your ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’ on the knot and see if there’s any difference?”

“No, no, no, I’d rather not,” the mysterious ancestor of the Su Clan continuously waved his hands. Even though his mind was as calm as still water, the thought of a big guy using the ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’ on him sent shivers down his spine.

After transforming into a ‘Heavenly Sword’, his body theoretically could also accept ‘Saber-Nurturing Techniques’ or ‘Sword-Nurturing Techniques’ and other artifact nurturing skills.

But in the process of performing the ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’, the caster must convey their own love to the ‘magical treasure’.

Just thinking about Tyrannical Song conveying various ‘affections’ to him made him feel terribly unsettled.

“There’s no need for so much trouble, just hand me any magical treasure, and I could demonstrate for the seniors,” the self-corpse waved his hand.

Su Clan’s Sixteen asked, “Any magical treasure will do? Not just sabers?”

“Yes, anything will do,” the self-corpse confidently stated.

His ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’ had long transcended the category of ‘sabers’. Whether it be sabers, swords, pillars, shields, or even clones and seals—as long as his hands could touch, he could apply the ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’.

Su Clan’s Sixteen smiled and then reached her hand out into the vacuum.

Subsequently, she pulled out an exquisite sword scabbard from the vacuum.

—On the surface, except for being slightly more refined, the scabbard seemed ordinary.

But beside them, the eyelids of the mysterious ancestor of the Su Clan twitched slightly.

Seeing this, the self-corpse asked cautiously, “This scabbard… it’s not transformed by a numerically-designated Fairy from the Su Clan, is it?”

If it really was a Fairy from the Spirit River Su Clan, then his ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’ would be hard to perform.

“Rest assured, this is a normally refined magical treasure, not a member of the Su Clan. If you sense carefully, you should be able to recognize it,” Su Clan’s Sixteen handed the scabbard to the self-corpse.

The self-corpse looked at the mysterious ancestor of the Su Clan nearby.

“Indeed, this weapon is not a transformation of a Su Clan member,” the Knot ancestor replied.

But the more it was so, the less confident the clever self-corpse became.

So, he placed his hand on the ‘scabbard’ and first activated the ‘secret appraisal technique’—as for the cost of appraisal, it could be paid by the current main body.

The current main body was in a ‘Sub-immortal’ state, and even direct appraisal of the Will of the Heavens would not cause him to die on the spot.

Of course, such a matter needed to be pre-approved.

A moment later…

[Done!]Tyrannical Song’s main body sent a response.

So, the self-corpse happily executed the ‘secret appraisal technique’.

The light of the secret technique flashed by.

Intense pain affected his spirit… while physical pain was borne by the main body.

“Pain ranking, approximately 77 out of a hundred. It’s quite flavorful,” the self-corpse meticulously savored the spiritual pain and carefully rated it.

As long as it didn’t exceed 100 points, it was theoretically within the range Tyrannical Song could easily endure.

Appraisal succeeded.

The turntable of time began to reverse, and the appraisal information emerged in the mind of the self-corpse.

[Dao Artifact·Reincarnation Blade’s former sheath: Due to an uncomfortable style, it has now been upgraded and replaced. The creation of the scabbard employed special refining techniques of the Fifth Heavenly Dao…]

The appraisal results he received were very clear, yet quite brief.

Through the power of time, only so much information could be obtained.

Moreover, his self-corpse could sense that this information was what the “saber scabbard,” or rather, the Dao Artifact·Reincarnation Blade behind it, was willing to let him appraise. If the other party didn’t wish it, all information would be shielded.

Does that mean if the intimacy is sufficient, more information could be appraised?

Song Shuhang had never considered this possibility before.

Now it seems that “Saber Nurturing Technique” could also be used in combination with the “secret appraisal technique”?

“Fairy, then I am going to make a move. Once I do, you can’t regret it,” his self-corpse, holding the once saber scabbard of this ‘Dao Artifact·Reincarnation Blade,’ cautioned.

“Just go ahead, don’t worry, this scabbard is no longer in use. I have about seven or eight similar items in my possession, you don’t even have to worry about damaging it,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said generously.

“Then, excuse me,” his self-corpse flipped his head, first activating the “small hair growing technique.”

A head of jet-black long hair condensed into shape.

Su Clan’s Sixteen blinked, did the “Saber Nurturing Technique” also require growing a head of long hair first? This was something she had never seen before.

While she was pondering, his self-corpse’s long black hair condensed into a thousand tiny palms, roughly creating one small hand for every hundred strands.

These thousand palms, along with his self-corpse’s pair of arms, pressed onto the scabbard simultaneously!

Because the target was related to ‘primordial treasure’, and it was a scabbard once used by a Dao artifact and even used the ‘Fifth Heavenly Dao’s refining techniques.

His self-corpse started by deploying his full strength.

Whoosh!

The radiance of the “Saber Nurturing Technique” exploded, turning into a sun-like attack.

Now, in just one second, his self-corpse’s palms could slide over the target a thousand times!

In a second, the scabbard endured a thousand instances of the “Saber Nurturing Technique”!

Su Clan’s Sixteen and Su Clan’s Knot felt as if their eyes were about to be dazzled blind…

They had never seen such a brazen use of the “Saber Nurturing Technique”.

Moreover, Song Shuhang’s “Saber Nurturing Technique” utterly exceeded the normal specifications of the Saber-Nurturing Technique.

What happened to the “love” that the “Saber Nurturing Technique” was supposed to involve?

This was a thousand bursts of ‘love’ in just one second, what kind of ‘love’ slides a thousand times in a second?

But, no matter what Song Shuhang’s ‘love’ was, its effect was undeniably real.

Three seconds later, a temporary seven-colored divine artifact appeared on the scabbard.

Su Clan’s Sixteen felt her worldview being challenged.

Meanwhile…

In some mysterious space, Dark Sun Big Shot was with the body of an Immortal Daoist.

Suddenly, Dark Sun Big Shot’s heart stirred.

In his mind, the image of a man kept emerging.

It was that detestable Tyrannical Song.

But for some reason, the originally loathsome Tyrannical Song suddenly seemed somewhat warm.

Dark Sun Big Shot: “???”

What happened?

Did something strange occur within my body?

Dark Sun Big Shot earnestly checked his body, but did not find any abnormalities from head to toe.

Could it be that my psychology has twisted?

Or maybe, did Tyrannical Song do something to me?