60% of the purchase ratio was not enough.

It was the opposite of Sanchū Sōjin.

It was the other swords of the Sanjō family.

— — I actually … wasn't the first one to be noticed by my brother.

A bolt from the blue!

The dark clouds above shrouded the sky.

The rumbling lightning struck directly at his soul, instantly shattering his fragile glass heart into pieces.

QAQ.

It seemed that he had suffered quite a blow.

The other swords of the Sanjō family quieted down.

Thus, in the entire space.

Only the sound of Sanchū Sōjin's main body was left. It sounded very cheerful.

There was an inexplicable sense of showing off.

Ishikaga Maru: Ou Doudou is a little too noisy.

:)

Komusubi: Wild Fox's temper is not very good.

Rock Melting:... Tsk.

Super unhappy.

Xiaotiangou: Wow!

Sanchū is too much!

Jinjian glanced at the Tachi that was still showing its presence and knocked on the glass window expressionlessly.

"It's very noisy."

The Tachi immediately stopped moving. Then, it let out a soft cry of grievance. Its low cry sounded pitiful.

However, Jin Jian's face remained cold and unmoved.

He had first noticed Sanchū Sōjin.

It was just that he was more familiar with his nominal younger brother.

Hmm … alright.

Actually, there was also a slight component. It was because Sanchū's main body was more good-looking.

Sanjō Zhong: … Is it too late for me to go back to the furnace and reconstruct my appearance?

Jinjian had already noticed that although the three swords and swords each reacted violently.

However, from the beginning to the end, no one revealed the figure of a Fu Mourning God.

"Has his ability to transform been restricted?"

He immediately guessed the problem. Jinjian pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with displeasure. "I thought that the situation of the divided spirit was ridiculous enough."

"Now it seems."

"This spirit is really better than that."

The swords and swords of the Sanjō Sect heard this.

They shuddered reflexively.

Then, they immediately pretended to be dead.

He was as quiet as a chicken, not daring to move.

Just a moment ago, these swords were desperately hoping to be noticed by Jinjian. Now, they wished they could disappear immediately.

However, they obviously couldn't do it, so they could only carefully reduce their presence and make themselves infinitely close to zero.

"Heh."

Jinjian suddenly snorted.

Three-legged was so frightened that his body trembled. Then, there were five "Dong Da" sounds in the air.

Ishikaga Maru: Everyone … Don't be a coward. Be brave and admit your mistakes!

Komusubi/Sanchū/Rock Melting/Jinjian: … Haha, you were so scared that you moved as fast as us.

But … Big Brother begs for forgiveness!

Jinjian couldn't hear the little drama in his brothers' hearts, but that didn't stop him from looking at them with disdain.

"He's too ugly. He needs to be disciplined in the future."

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God had single-handedly decided the future of his younger brothers.

Then, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the transparent glass cover of the display window.

In order to prevent accidents from happening to these spiritual swords, Shi Zheng had put in a lot of effort.

For example, the display window that protected the swords now was made of the most advanced and expensive materials that could be found in this era.

Not only that, in fact, every layer of glass was carefully set up with several enchantments that were strictly guarded and indestructible.

Therefore, in theory, this was almost an absolute defense that couldn't be broken.

But that was only "almost".

There were always accidents.

These obstacles that seemed unbreakable in the eyes of others were only "slightly troublesome" in Jinjian's eyes.

"Clack clack clack —"

From the moment Jinjian touched the glass cover, dense cracks began to spread outwards and instantly covered the entire glass cover.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, with a clear and crisp sound, the glass cover turned into countless pieces and fell from the sky. Under the refraction of the light, it looked like an endless sky of scattered stars.

The swords that were originally sealed in the display window were suddenly exposed to the air.

And together with the warm and cool air was the spiritual energy that had been kept outside by the display window.

As the headquarters of the Time Government, the spiritual energy floating in the air was dozens of times denser than the rest of the world. It was so dense and pure that it was unimaginable.

Sanchū Sōjin didn't even think and quickly began to absorb it.

After all, as long as there was enough spiritual energy, he could transform!

However, before the spiritual energy needed to transform was filled by a third, the Tachi that reflected the pattern of the moon was stopped by a slender hand.

"You're not allowed."

Fu Mourning God, who was holding the Tachi with one hand, looked down and said indifferently.

His imposing manner instantly made Ou Doudou, who was scared of his brother, stop his actions.

However, probably because he wanted to see his brother in his human form and wanted to talk to him in person, Mikazuki Munechika started to hum softly after the initial hesitation, as if he was resolutely … hmm … softly protesting.

But it was useless, or it could be said that he failed as a matter of course.

The silver-haired and golden-eyed Fu Mourning God didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he did the same thing and easily destroyed the display windows of the other three swords one by one.

After doing this, Jinjian said slowly, "You are not allowed to absorb Shizheng's spiritual energy. This is your punishment."

He actually reduced himself to such a state, and even needed his brother to save him after being imprisoned.

As his younger brother, and as the sword of the Sanjō family, how could he be so weak and incompetent.

So, the punishment was necessary.

Only then could he remember.

Probably understanding the reason why Jinjian was unhappy, so even if the desire to transform was still strong, the swords of the Sanjō family didn't refute and kept silent.

However, Jinjian was talking about Shizheng's spiritual energy, so after leaving Shizheng, they could slowly think of ways to accumulate it.

Although the spiritual energy outside was far less abundant than Shizheng, they believed that there would be a day when they would be able to accumulate enough spiritual energy.

— — Thinking about it this way, their brother's punishment wasn't heavy at all.

— — That's right!

— — As expected of Older-sama!

So gentle and reliable!

Just as the Sanjō group was about to welcome a new wave of "brother bragging", their "gentle and reliable" Older-sama spoke again — —

"Then that's it, I'll be leaving first."

The Sanjō group was speechless.

— — Wait, wait, brother!

— — Brother, did you forget something?!!!

Jinjian walked out without looking back. He didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to care about the three swords that were still in the display window.

In short, Jinjian didn't intend to take them away.

The swords that were left behind suddenly became anxious and started vibrating crazily without caring about anything else. They had to attract their brother's attention.

Thus, more than half of the swords in the storage room were awakened by this huge commotion.

— — What's going on with the Sanjō group? Why is it suddenly so noisy?

— — Wait a minute!

Their display window is actually broken?!

I, I, I, I, I, I'm seeing things?!!!

— — The highnesses of the Sanjō family are actually so lively?

They're already so old, is it really okay …

— — Is this … an awkward dance?!

Does anyone know what happened when I was asleep?

— — You're the closest to the Sanjō family's Tsurumaru Hall. You should have seen it, right?

Kouyori Tsurumaru, who witnessed everything and was eerily quiet the entire time, was speechless.

The other swords:?

It seemed that the Sanjō group's "affectionate" call finally had some effect. Jinjian, who had already walked a distance, finally stopped moving.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God turned his head slightly and said slowly, "It's useless to say more.

If you want to follow, think of a way yourself. "

The Sanjō group was speechless.

Although it was very happy that their brother allowed them to follow, — —

They couldn't transform, couldn't speak.

No spiritual power, no limbs …

So how were they supposed to follow?!

But this wasn't a problem Jinjian was concerned about. After all — —

"This is also a form of punishment."

After saying this, Jinjian didn't stay any longer.

He walked out of the storage room swiftly. His silver hair flashed with a star-like luster, and in the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared.

Kouyori Tsurumaru was speechless.

… …

In the long and cold passage, an employee of Shisei was running quickly.

He was holding a sword case in his hand.

Although this sword case looked small on the surface, it actually had a huge expansion space inside.

Its capacity was so large that it was even enough to hold hundreds of swords.

And the direction he was heading in this time was the storage room where all the spirit swords of Shisei were placed.

— — Time was of the essence.

— — He had to move those swords to a safer place as soon as possible.

With this thought in mind, the employee of Shisei hurried all the way, and finally, he was getting closer and closer to the storage room.

"Pitter-patter — Pitter-patter — —"

Just as he was about to reach his destination, he suddenly heard an unusual sound.

The employee of Shisei hesitated for a moment. Then, he carefully lightened his footsteps and looked in the direction of the sound.

With one look, it gave him a big fright!

— — What is that?

What appeared in his field of vision were a few swords.