Zhu Yan had initially thought that by giving the girl a sword, she would achieve her wish, but she had overlooked one crucial fact.
What if they were up against the chosen one?
The male and female leads of the world were beings blessed by the Dao of Heaven; ordinary weapons couldn't deal with them.
She used the sword Zhu Yan had given her to break through the seal and rescue the person... or rather, the ghost, but encountered some trouble and was nearly lost to her opponent.
Her childhood friend, to save her, had no choice but to possess the long sword. The two of them barely managed to escape back to Zhu Yan's side.
She was severely injured, yet at this moment, she had no energy to tend to her wounds. Looking at the long sword before her, she was lost and helpless.
"He flew in, helped me defeat that man, and then couldn't get out. What should I do?"
Zhu Yan took a look. Her childhood friend had already merged with the sword. To emerge again, he would have to cultivate into a sword spirit.
She explained simply, "He has completely merged with the sword. Unless he can cultivate, using this sword as his new vessel and becoming a sword spirit, he can only be sealed within this sword forever, unseen by the sun."
"Cultivate?"
"What you are doing now is also cultivation. If ghosts exist, gods won't be far behind. You needn't be too surprised."
"Then can I help him? What should I do?"
Zhu Yan thought carefully and decided to send them away.
To a world that could accommodate them.
The system's incompetence and useless attributes were on full display at this moment. All its projection spaces were predetermined and limited, completely unhelpful.
Zhu Yan had no choice but to cleave a gap with the sword.
As soon as she sent the two away, she was nearly struck by lightning.
Fortunately, her merit was profound, and the Dao of Heaven was merely going through the motions.
Jiang Chongyan watched, dumbfounded, and began to question her identity again.
"I've told you, I'm a god. We're a pair of immortal lovers. You had an accident, and I came to find you. Otherwise, do you think I'd know so much? And be so powerful?"
Jiang Chongyan nuzzled his head against the soft sofa and whispered, "Immortals are supposed to be dignified and steady, not boast about how powerful they are. You're just a liar."
"Don't accuse me. What have I lied to you about?"
Jiang Chongyan's eyes blinked a few times, and he suddenly felt sleepy.
"You're a liar anyway, hmph~ I'm going to sleep."
"Go back to your room."
"Carry me!"
Zhu Yan pulled him up from the sofa. "You can float up."
Jiang Chongyan floated onto her back as if boneless. "I want you to carry me."
Zhu Yan yanked him down and carried him upstairs.
She happened to run into the original host's stepfather coming downstairs. The atmosphere became instantly awkward.
The stepfather, whom the original host remembered only for whispering sweet nothings, looked at them, his gaze sweeping up and down for a moment, and said earnestly, "Xiao Yan, you're both still young. If... remember to use protection. We have that at home, in the medicine cabinet."
Zhu Yan: "..."
After speaking, he quickly slipped away.
Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment. Looking at the person in her arms trying to stifle a laugh, she gently lifted him. "Is it fun to see me embarrassed?"
Jiang Chongyan immediately stopped stifling his laughter and burst out laughing.
Zhu Yan felt that not giving him some lesson would be letting him off too easy for his smugness. She ferociously carried him into the room and threw him onto the large bed.
There was no scene of a beautiful woman covering her face in shyness as she imagined. Jiang Chongyan floated in mid-air, still mocking her.
Zhu Yan: "..."
She gathered her spiritual power and directly pulled him down, pressing herself entirely onto him, pinning him down tightly.
Jiang Chongyan sensed something was wrong and tried to phase through her body to escape, but he was held so tightly. His soul seemed to have turned into a physical body, losing the ability to move at will.
He became a little anxious, struggling and asking, "What did you do?"
"Are you still laughing?"
"I was wrong, let me go quickly, I won't laugh anymore."
Zhu Yan loosened her grip slightly, and he floated into mid-air, reverting to his old ways.
Dealing with a little ghost who survived on her spiritual power was effortless for Zhu Yan. She pressed him down again, angrily saying, "Tonight, I'll let you laugh all you want!"
"I was wrong!"
Zhu Yan didn't believe him.
"I was really wrong hahaha... hahaha... Stop tickling me hahaha..."
"No, don't hahaha..."
"I was wrong, I was wrong..."
They were playfully fooling around, but as they were playing, the mood began to shift.