novelraw Chapter 21: The Perverted Spirit Sword That Awakened a Special Interest!
Chapter 21: The Perverted Spirit Sword That Awakened a Special Interest!
After watching the four elders of the Dong family leave, the slender figure hidden in the dense forest leaped lightly and landed silently on the ground covered with fallen leaves.
The owner of this slender figure was none other than the alluring woman who had been following Gu Ziyue and protecting her.
"Hmm... Judging from the clothes those little guys are dressed, they must be retainers of the Dong family in the Western Wilderness."
The alluring woman crossed her arms, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement as they swayed among the shadows of the trees, and the smile on her lips grew ever more enigmatic.
"So that's how it is. So my good disciple is actually a descendant of the old ghost of the Dong family. Things seem to be starting to get interesting..."
After speaking, the alluring woman looked up at the direction where the four Nascent Soul cultivators of the Dong family had disappeared, and couldn't help but let out a low, contemptuous snort.
"Hmph... Judging from how they're wandering around like headless flies, they probably won't be able to find my cheap apprentice anytime soon."
"Since that's the case..." The woman stretched, her curvaceous figure unfolding in the dappled sunlight, her eyes filled with undisguised greed.
"I will accept this prodigy raised by the Dong family of the Western Wilderness without any hesitation."
The moment she finished speaking, the woman suddenly raised the tip of her nose, took a deep breath, and tried to sense all the surrounding atmosphere as much as possible.
Immediately, thousands of scents mingling in the forest flooded into her nostrils.
The musty smell of decaying leaves, the sweet fragrance of nectar, the stench of monsters, and the mist from a distant mountain spring...
So what if divine sense is blocked? So what if strength is suppressed?
How can acquired magic and divine sense compare to the innate keen sense of smell of the demon race, as well as their powerful bodies honed through countless trials and tribulations and their hunting instincts?
After searching for a while, the woman successfully located Dong Mo's aura.
Then she slowly opened her eyes and analyzed the situation carefully.
"Hmm... Judging from the smell, that kid from the Dong family probably went that way."
"Hehehe... Good disciple, your master is here! Be a good boy and come back to the Southern Wilderness with me!"
After speaking, the woman transformed into a gentle breeze, following the lingering scent of Dong Mo.
A moment later, the woman's figure solidified again, and she appeared in front of the stone door set up by Xiao Hongchen.
Looking at the stone gate and the tomb-raiding tunnel in front of her, the alluring woman narrowed her eyes and hesitated slightly.
"Huh? This is... a tomb robber's hole?"
The woman moved closer to the stone door, her fingertips gently stroking its surface, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Hiss... Judging by this technique, the spatial magic weapon that tore open this rift back then was of a high grade. The residual spiritual energy has a delicate yet unrestrained charm..."
"Hmm? This looks...so much like the work of Xiao Hongchen, the Sword Saint of Asking Snow..."
After speaking, the woman withdrew her finger, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the spatial fluctuations behind the stone door.
"Hmm...that's right. The spatial fluctuations connected by the tunnel behind this stone door are exactly the same as those in the sacred secret realm that Princess Ziyue just entered...both entrances lead to the same space."
Realizing this, she slowly opened her eyes, her golden beastly pupils reflecting the sword marks on the stone wall, and the expression on her face became even more fascinating.
"Hehe... Interesting, very interesting, things are getting more and more interesting!"
"Oh my gosh~ I never expected that the Dong family kid would also come to Heming Mountain to explore the secret realm."
"Moreover, he used Xiao Hongchen's tunnel."
"Clearly, that Dong family brat probably still carries the legacy of that Sword Saint Wenxue." The woman tapped her chin lightly with her finger, her eyes suddenly darting around.
"Hmm... judging by the time, that boy from the Dong family should have already met Princess Ziyue by now, right?"
"Sigh... I wonder if he'll be able to survive His Highness's clutches..."
The alluring woman spoke as if she cared, but her tone was light and indifferent.
She clearly called him "disciple" repeatedly and addressed the exceptionally talented Dong Mo with great affection, but deep down she didn't care at all about whether her adopted disciple Dong Mo lived or died.
After all, in her opinion, only those who could survive Gu Ziyue's clutches were worthy of being her apprentices.
As for the safety of her own princess, Gu Ziyue, she was even less worried.
Because she didn't think that a mere young master in the late Foundation Establishment stage, plus a sword cultivator maid in the early Golden Core stage whose cultivation was suppressed, could pose any threat to His Highness who possessed the Taotie bloodline.
The most likely scenario is that the two sides fought to a draw, then realized that neither could defeat the other, and in the end, they could only work together to get out of the maze.
Since his cheap disciple had entered the Holy Land Secret Realm with Princess Ziyue, she, as his master, was naturally in no hurry to capture him and instead forced the boy to become her disciple.
After all, that kid has already entered the secret realm; whether he can come out alive is another matter entirely.
Having considered this, the alluring woman immediately sat leisurely on a tree stump, crossed her arms, and crossed her legs, waiting for the day.
However, what she didn't know was that... the Princess Gu Ziyue she longed for had already been bound hand and foot by Dong Mo and Xiao Bai with the Spirit-Binding Lock and captured alive.
.........
[Purple Nether Sword: You little brat! How dare you fight me? Do you know who I am? Now you'd better spit out your master's spiritual power!]
[Devouring Heaven's True Blood: Mom! Mom! Mom!]
[The Devouring Heaven True Blood declares, she doesn't care who you are; anyone who dares to try and take her mother away will only face death!]
[Purple Nether Sword: Master! Say something! Master, come and see her quickly! She's turned upside down!]
Seeing the Purple Nether Sword thwarted by the Devouring Heaven True Blood, the Tranquil Heart Sword Technique laughed even more heartily.
[Purple Nether Sword: Calm down! You're making fun of me too! How come your thick eyebrows and big eyes are so biased towards outsiders?]
[Tranquil Sword Technique: I don't have it, pfft...]
[Purple Nether Sword: You clearly have it! And you're still laughing!]
[Tranquil Sword Technique: How dare I laugh at you? I was just thinking of something happy, puchi...]
[Purple Nether Sword: Hey!]
[Tranquil Sword Technique: I've received professional training, and I generally don't laugh unless I can't help it! Pfft...]
Staring at the hilarious little skit on the panel, Dong Mo felt his head buzzing. He took a deep breath and patiently transmitted his voice to the Devouring Heaven True Blood.
"Um... um, Devouring Heaven, could you perhaps share a little bit of your spiritual power with that Spirit Sword Auntie?"
[Purple Nether Sword: Ah... Auntie?! Master! What do you mean? How did I become Auntie?]
[Purple Nether Sword: Hmph... You only call me "Sweetie" when you need something, and then call me "Auntie" when you don't? Tired, I'm done with this...]
Dong Mo ignored the Purple Nether Sword, which was a magical sword, and waited intently for the Devouring Heaven True Blood's reply.
[Devouring Heaven's True Blood: Mom! No!]
[The Devouring Heaven True Blood declared that she refused to relinquish her mother's power; Dong Mo's mother's spiritual energy could only belong to her!]
Seeing this, Dong Mo quickly changed his tune, half-coaxing and half-persuading as he transmitted his voice to the Devouring Heaven True Blood.
"But I want to feed you with sword energy, and the only way is through my two elder sisters, the Purple Nether Sword and the Tranquil Mind Sword Technique..."
"If you don't share your spiritual power with them, how am I supposed to feed you in the future?"
Upon hearing this, the panel of Devouring Heaven True Blood remained silent for a moment.
[Devouring Heaven's True Blood: Mom... alright.]
[The Devouring Blood True Blood thought, since Mom has said so, then I'll reluctantly share it with them.]
Phew... It's finally done!
Dong Mo breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to grasp the Purple Nether Sword, and smoothly poured his spiritual power into it.
[Purple Nether Sword: Oh ho ho... Master's spiritual power is all pouring in, ah! So refreshing...]
Faced with Zi Mingjian's barrage of flirtatious remarks, Dong Mo, who was already used to it, decisively chose to ignore it.
Just then, Xiao Bai, who had completed a full cycle of breathing exercises and replenished his spiritual energy, suddenly strode towards Dong Mo's direction.
Upon seeing this, Dong Mo felt a pang of anxiety and instinctively stuffed the Purple Nether Sword into his storage bag.
"Hey? Young Master, have you seen the Purple Nether Sword? I've been looking for it for ages and couldn't find it..."
Faced with Xiao Bai's curious question, Dong Mo, looking slightly guilty, pulled out the Purple Nether Sword from his storage bag and handed it directly to Xiao Bai.
"Oh... I was just bored and decided to give you a quick and simple treatment..."
Xiao Bai was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the Purple Nether Sword.
She then keenly noticed the cold sweat beading on Dong Mo's forehead, a sign of his guilty conscience.
Sigh... Young Master is really something. He's already exhausted, yet he still finds time to nurture his spirit sword.
"Um... thank you, young master."
Xiao Bai stroked the slightly hot Purple Nether Sword, a warm feeling rising in his heart.
Hmm? That's strange... Is it just my imagination?
Why is the hilt of the Purple Nether Sword so hot?
Although Xiao Bai had some doubts, he did not question it, assuming that the sword hilt had been warmed by the young master's hand.
However, what Xiao Bai didn't know was that the Purple Nether Sword in her hand had a different appearance in Dong Mo's system.
After Xiao Bai grasped the Purple Nether Sword, he felt an unusually strong sense of transgression.
The Purple Nether Sword has awakened a peculiar interest.
[Purple Nether Sword's favorability has increased.]
Current progress: 45%
Current Affection Level: Attachment
[Purple Nether Sword: Alas... Little White actually saw me in such an embarrassing state.]
[And Little White hasn't realized yet... Master, this is so exciting... I want more next time!]
Dong Mo raised his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes.
Sigh... This monstrous spirit sword is completely beyond saving...