Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

"Lord Sword Master, please sit." Ye Wentian said as he served Ling Chuxi some tea.

"Grand Elder, may I ask what's going on?" The faint mist in the cup was dense, revealing the faint fragrance of tea. Ling Chuxi was not interested in drinking a mouthful and could not wait to say this.

"Xuan Fu, I think it's better for you to say it." Ye Wentian said to ye Xuanfu.

"Yes, martial granduncle." Ye Xuanfu stood beside ye Wentian, his body slightly bowed.

"Sect leader ye, you should sit down and talk." Ling Chuxi said. No matter what, he was still the head of a sect. Standing by her side like a tea boy made Ling Chuxi feel very uncomfortable.

"Since Lord Sword Master asked you to sit, you should sit." Ye Wentian nodded to ye Xuanfu.

Only then did ye Xuanfu sit down in front of Ling Chuxi. After thinking for a moment, he asked,""Sword Master, do you know the true history of our profound sword sect?"

"I don't know," Ling Chuxi shook her head and said honestly. She had heard Duan Feiyu mention before that among the five great sects, the xuanjian sect's origins were the most mysterious. Even the other sects were not too clear about it.

"Actually, our profound sword sect was not originally part of the sect's Saint realm. We came from another space, the spirit race's space." Ye Xuanfu said slowly.

He spoke very slowly and his voice was very soft, but to Ling Chuxi, it was no different from a clap of thunder. One of the five great sects, the profound sword sect, actually came from the spiritual race's space!

"You mean, the spirit race, one of the six great races?" Ling Chuxi's throat rolled as she asked in shock.

"That's right. The sect's Saint realm first generation patriarch and disciples all came from the spiritual race's space. In order to avoid trouble, they had no choice but to come to the sect's Saint realm." Ye Wentian added.

"In other words, you're actually not human, but a spirit?" Ling Chuxi asked.

Other than Huangfu qingjue, Gongxi kuangdao, and a few others, she had not seen any other races. However, it seemed that the people from the profound sword sect were no different from the human race.

"Not really. Ever since they entered the sect's Holy Land, the disciples of the profound sword sect have married humans and reproduced. The spirit race bloodline in their bodies has become weaker and weaker. They can no longer be considered spirits." Ye Xuanfu said.

"What does that have to do with me? what's with this Sword Master?" Ling Chuxi asked. Whether the profound sword sect was a human or a spirit, it had nothing to do with her. However, this so-called Sword Master made her confused. Although she had guessed that it was related to Cang Yuan, what was the relationship between the profound sword sect and Cang Yuan?

"That's what I wanted to say. " Ye Xuanfu said,"back then, profound sword sect had no choice but to come to the sect's Holy realm to avoid disaster. However, they were pursued by their enemies. The spiritual energy of the sect's Holy realm did not seem much different from the spiritual race's space on the surface, but there were still some subtle differences. It was not suitable for the spiritual race to cultivate, and they were unable to unleash the spiritual race's martial arts technique to the extreme. After several tough battles, xuanjian sect had suffered heavy casualties and was on the verge of being destroyed.

It was all thanks to a peak expert who saw the injustice and stepped in to repel the enemy with the power of a single sword strike, allowing our spiritual race bloodline to continue. That expert was about to leave after saving his ancestors and fellow tribesmen, but his wife saw that our spirit race was pitiful and that it would still be difficult to escape the fate of destruction even after they left, so she pleaded on his behalf, hoping that he could help us. His wife was a kind woman. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. That expert had something urgent to attend to at the time, so after much consideration, he passed down two sword styles to the patriarch. "