Emma Sullivan drew her sword from its sheath, and a gentle sword light shot out. Before she could even see its shape clearly, that streak of sword light had already flown into the clouds and disappeared.

The long sword was like snow, yet it was different from Emma Sullivan's sword. It radiated a soft white glow all over, rather than the frosty, bright, cold light of snow.

This seemed to be a gentle sword, its edge hidden within, with a faint stream of light flashing by, emitting a celestial sound like a deer's call.

When the white deer is startled, it circles the wall.

The Solitary Deer Sword!

"This is the Solitary Deer Sword!" The girl's clear voice was filled with excitement, like water striking stone, exploding in Charles Morgan's ears.

It really is the Solitary Deer Sword?

The legendary celestial sword!

It seems the matter of the Sword Tomb is of great importance; he must return to the sect as soon as possible.

Chapter Eleven: Finding Third Senior Brother

"Then, if I offer this Solitary Deer Sword as payment, may I trouble you, miss, to escort me back to the Taixuan Sword Sect?" Charles Morgan seemed a bit anxious, a hint of urgency in his voice.

Emma Sullivan's face was full of shock.

Come on, this is a celestial sword!

It's not some random scrap metal picked up by the roadside, nor is it comparable to those sect-guarding swords of the great sects.

Charles Morgan is just giving her a celestial sword like this—doesn't he fear being beaten to death by his sect when he returns?

Emma Sullivan kindly spoke up, "This is a celestial sword." She thought Charles Morgan didn't recognize the Solitary Deer Sword.

But Charles Morgan nodded and said, "I know this is a celestial sword. If it were an ordinary sword, I wouldn't dare trouble you, miss."

Emma Sullivan: "!!!"

He knows it's a celestial sword and still wants to give it to her—does such a good thing exist in this world? Or is Charles Morgan out of his mind?

Emma Sullivan hesitated for a moment, then spoke up with principle to refuse, "I can't accept a celestial sword."

"I also can't escort you back to the Taixuan Sword Sect. I still have things to do!"

No matter how precious a celestial sword is, it can't compare to the safety of her third senior brother.

She had already been delayed on the road for two or three hours; there was no way she could go to Queyue Mountain for Charles Morgan first.

Charles Morgan was puzzled—she didn't even care for the Solitary Deer Sword; this girl's standards were really high.

Unwilling to give up, he said, "I am in a hurry to return to Queyue Mountain; there is an important matter I must report to my sect."

"You've seen this Solitary Deer Sword as well; it comes from the Sword Tomb. Now that the Sword Tomb has reappeared, it will surely stir up a bloody storm in the cultivation world. Only by uniting the various sects to discuss countermeasures and preparing early can chaos be avoided."

Although he didn't know which sect this girl was from, he was sure she belonged to a sword sect. People from sword sects would certainly understand what the reappearance of the Sword Tomb meant.

Emma Sullivan understood.

Charles Morgan's Solitary Deer Sword came from the Sword Tomb.

A place that produces celestial swords must hold tremendous opportunities.

Once cultivators from all sides learn of this, they will surely fight fiercely over it. The competition among sword sects would be even more intense—everyone knows that sword cultivators can't do without their swords.

She was quite surprised that Charles Morgan told her this, since she was a sword cultivator and her sect was a rival to the Taixuan Sword Sect.

But if things were really as Charles Morgan said, she truly couldn't just leave him behind.

"I need to find my senior brother. I can take you along, and then escort you back to the Taixuan Sword Sect afterward. Does that work for you?"

Charles Morgan wouldn't dare say no. If he showed even a hint of reluctance, this girl could toss him aside on the spot.

Someone who doesn't even care about a celestial sword—how could she care about his little opinions?

Emma Sullivan tossed the Solitary Deer Sword back to him. "Keep the sword safe, don't let it be discovered."

Although after she drew the sword from its sheath and that mysterious sword light flew off, the Solitary Deer Sword now looked just like an ordinary treasured sword, it was still best to be cautious.

After all, the allure of a celestial sword is too great—she herself could hardly resist drooling over it!

A faint spiritual power rose from Emma Sullivan's fingertips and was injected into Shuangxueming. The two-finger-wide long sword quickly grew larger and wider, enough to carry the weight of two people.

"Miss, your sword is no worse than the Solitary Deer Sword," Charles Morgan praised.

Emma Sullivan shot him a glare, ignored him, and urged the flying sword forward, riding the wind.

The moment the sword took off, Charles Morgan lost his balance and almost fell off.

This girl's sword-riding speed is way too fast!

Later, after Charles Morgan got used to Emma Sullivan's sword-riding speed, he finally got to appreciate the style of a true sword cultivator.

Riding the sword through the air, a thousand miles of mountains and rivers pass in an instant.

Could the sword-riding skills of Taixuan Sword Sect disciples even be called sword-riding?

"Miss, your sword aura is fierce, and this sword suits you perfectly. The Solitary Deer Sword actually lacks a bit of that flavor," Charles Morgan said with some regret.

If he had picked up a sharp sword that day, it would have been even better.

That way, it would suit this young lady even more.

Emma Sullivan didn't feel it was a pity. Celestial swords are hard enough to come by; to be picky and hope for one that matches your sword style—how could it be that easy?

It's not like they're cabbages on the street, ready for you to pick and choose.

"I don't want this celestial sword. When you return to the Taixuan Sword Sect, just give me five thousand top-grade spirit stones."

Her recovery pill was really expensive.

Thinking about it now, Emma Sullivan still felt a bit of heartache.

But trading a recovery pill for a celestial sword—she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Just being able to see a celestial sword was enough to satisfy her.

"Since I already said this celestial sword would be your reward, how could I take it back? If you don't like the Solitary Deer Sword, you can just bring it back to your sect and enshrine it!"