novelraw Chapter 127 : It Threw Itself at Me!
Chapter 127 : It Threw Itself at Me!
"Because I had already formed a spirit body before you picked me up, Sang Sang!"
Although the form and gender of a sword spirit are not restricted, he could change at will. However, after staring at his own face for thousands of years, Mystic Spirit would feel uncomfortable changing to another face, so he simply couldn't be bothered to change it.
Karma Burns the Three Realms grunted, "So it's a second-hand sword, yet still so cocky?"
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, Chu Sang quickly stepped forward to nip it in the bud, "Alright, alright, stop arguing and focus on the battle."
She never imagined she would be playing peacemaker in her own backyard. Perhaps this was punishment for her usual mischief-making.
It must be said that with two artifact spirits helping, those frenzied flying swords were noticeably more wary, not daring to approach this side. They turned to attack other teams instead, picking on the easy targets.
The Xuanyuan family only had Xuanyuan Cheng squeeze into the top ten, unlike other teams who had people to watch each other's backs. He was alone and the easiest target for these flying swords to gang up on.
As the wounds on his body increased and his tattered magic robe was slashed to ribbons, Xuanyuan Cheng gripped his broken sword tightly, becoming quite impatient.
He glanced coldly at Mo Qingchen not far away, his mind stirring. His entire figure sank into the shadows, luring all those relentlessly pursuing flying swords over.
Mo Qingchen sensed the suddenly increased killing intent behind him and hurriedly raised his sword to block. A treacherous sword energy stabbed from behind—
Just as it was about to hit his chest,
A chilly long sword shot out, dispersing the attack with one strike.
The sneak attack failed, and instead, Xuanyuan Cheng was severely wounded. He was forced to retreat from the shadows, falling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Who?!"
He clutched his chest, his face full of fear. Before he could be shocked by what had just happened, Mo Qingchen's sword was already at his throat, just an inch away from separating his head from his body.
"This is during the competition, what are you trying to do?!" Xuanyuan Cheng's face turned pale, his voice fierce but inwardly trembling.
Lou Qing came forward to stop him, "Senior Brother, our every move is being watched by the elders outside. We must not act rashly. The Xuanyuan family is, after all, one of the Four Great Sword Cultivation Families."
Hearing the latter part of her words, the young man's face suddenly turned cold, "This person had ill intentions and just tried to sneak attack me."
"Who sneak attacked you? The battlefield was too chaotic just now, I just made a mistake!" It must be said that Xuanyuan Cheng was indeed shameless. Anyone could see what he intended to do, yet he could still argue stubbornly.
"......"
Mo Qingchen gave him a cold look, turning his sword.
Xuanyuan Cheng's breath caught in fright, but then he saw Mo Qingchen sheath his sword and turn to leave.
He didn't want to cause more trouble at this critical moment.
The Xuanyuan family was a strong rival of the Mo family, having long coveted a position among the Four Great Sword Cultivation Families...
Years of history and old grudges were temporarily suppressed. Mo Qingchen looked up at the long sword that had descended from the sky to block the fatal blow for him.
The sword body was long and frosty, as if covered in ten-thousand-year-old ice, yet it carried supreme majesty and righteous energy, causing thousands of flying swords around to silently retreat.
His heart seemed to tremble slightly with the sword's hum,
"Long Yuan..."
He was dazed for a moment, slowly parting his lips. As he reached out, the long sword flew into his palm.
Supreme pressure immediately invaded his entire body, like a mountain pressing down. The ground beneath him sank, forming inch-deep cracks.
His face also turned pale, cold sweat appearing on his forehead, but it passed in an instant, and the pressure disappeared.
Mo Qingchen poured all his spiritual energy into the cold-sheathed long sword in his hand, causing ten thousand swords to resonate.
The commotion caused here was not small. Everyone else looked over. Chu Sang was also stunned when she saw the long sword Mo Qingchen had just contracted.
He hadn't chosen the couple sword from the original story, but instead chose another ancient sword.
This sword seemed to naturally carry righteous energy, majestic and unfeeling, as cold as ice, perfectly matching his ice-attribute Heavenly Spirit Root that cultivated the Heartless Dao.
The man and sword had just contracted, yet they fought together with unexpected tacit understanding.
Many sword cultivators might not achieve the realm of man and sword unity in a lifetime, but at this moment, Mo Qingchen seemed to have vaguely grasped something of it. It appeared to suit him even better than the couple sword in the original story.
Seeing this, the elders outside were also extremely excited. This number one righteous sword that had slept for a thousand years had actually chosen a master!
The Long Yuan Sword.
This was a true demon-breaking sword.
It had slain at least ten thousand demon heads!
This sword was the natal sword of their Ten Thousand Swords Sect's founding ancestor.
But this sword was extremely proud. After the old ancestor passed away, it fell into slumber. Who would have thought it would awaken and choose a master because of a young man today.
Although the sword didn't choose Shang Ziling, which was somewhat disappointing to the elders, the Sect Leader had already guessed it would choose Mo Qingchen.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's ancestor had cultivated the Heartless Sword Dao back then.
Each generation produces its own outstanding talents. This ice-attribute Heavenly Spirit Root sword cultivator youth quite resembled their ancestor in his prime.
"Such a good sword cultivation seedling is wasted in Tianyan Sect," the tall, thin elder sighed, suddenly coming up with an idea. He looked at the other old fellows who were also rubbing their hands eagerly, "Why don't we trick that lad into our sect after the disciples come out? At worst, he can be a dual disciple first."
"Brother Guo is right. Whatever method we use, let's lure this good seedling into our sect first!"
"After we've lured him over, we'll give him a few ideological education lessons to brainwash him. After he stays for a few years, he'll have more sense of identity with our Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Then we can instigate him to kick Tianyan Sect aside."
Just as the elders were despicably planning how to poach him, the usually smiling Sect Leader suddenly stood up, his tone filled with rare panic, "Wait, that girl..."
Girl?
What girl?
Weren't they discussing that extraordinarily talented ice spirit root youth?
The elders also looked in the direction of his gaze. When they saw the scene that appeared on the light screen, their faces changed dramatically, looking horrified, as if they had seen something terrifying.
That sword... had actually emerged too??
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In the sword tomb.
Mo Qingchen held the divine sword, and ten thousand swords submitted.
Tantai Ming had also successfully broken through to the peak of the Golden Core stage. The young man stood up, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air. A golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He stepped into the air, turning to grasp the frenzied Weeping Blood Sword. He poured all the spiritual power in his hand down, forcefully stabbing it into the ground.
Golden sword energy fluctuations swept through the entire sword cave for a moment.
The originally blood-red Weeping Blood Sword gradually faded in color, turning into a light copper-red long sword, successfully recalled into his dantian.
The crisis was finally resolved, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, splitting up to search for their own natal swords.
Chu Sang had just stepped into a cave.
A black sword as dark as night flew over, hovering in front of her.
She took a step forward, and the sword flew a step.
She stopped, and it stopped too.
It just silently stood in front of her, motionless.
Chu Sang: "......"
Was this considered pestering?
She couldn't guess whether this sword was friend or foe for a moment, but it hadn't attacked like the other swords. So it was possible, probably, maybe it wanted to... form a contract with her?
The dog-nosed Mystic Spirit Sword sniffed out the black sword's intentions faster than her. He ran out hurriedly, standing between the person and the sword.
He put one hand on his hip, arrogantly saying, "Sorry, we're full here. Go choose another master—"
Before he could finish declaring his sovereignty, he was sent flying by the domineering black sword with one strike.
The next second, sharp sword energy directly cut Chu Sang's palm. A drop of blood fused into the sword body, and a successful contract formation appeared between the person and the sword.
Chu Sang widened her eyes, "This..."
She looked uncertainly at Big Senior Sister and Seventh Senior Brother, who were equally shocked.
You be my witnesses, ah. This time it really wasn't her initiative. It threw itself at her!
"Ahhhh, you cheap sword! Get lost!"
Mystic Spirit Sword collapsed again, pouncing over, wanting to strangle this little fourth wheel who had interfered in their relationship.
The black sword flew into Chu Sang's dantian first, occupying the central position. It remained silent, deaf to all, acting completely like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Karma Burns the Three Realms was also dumbfounded looking at this new squatter who had usurped the nest.
A little third wheel was bad enough, how did a little fourth wheel come too?
Outside, the sword spirit youth's breakdown was deafening, "Wuwuwu Sang Sang, quickly divorce it! I smelled it when it released sword energy just now! The black sword energy that sneak attacked you earlier came from it!"
"It was the one that sneak attacked you."
"This cheap sword definitely has bad intentions, ahhhhhh!!!"
Chu Sang also felt it was quite strange. This black sword had an unknown background, and its intentions were unclear. Moreover, it had formed a contract with her right away. How did it not look like a scammer?
She pulled the black sword out of her dantian again, wanting to question it thoroughly. Otherwise, even if she suffered backlash, she would forcibly dissolve their contract.
Chu Sang absolutely wouldn't allow herself to be saddled with a spirit sword of unknown origin.
Just then, a fierce frosty sword intent attacked through the air. Chu Sang was quick-handed, casually swinging out a sword intent. The two sword energies collided and canceled each other out.
Chu Sang frowned, looking at Mo Qingchen and the other person who had entered the sword cave, "Sneak attacking without martial virtue?"
Mo Qingchen: "...It wasn't me."
He also looked somewhat helplessly at the icy long sword that had left his hand.
The long sword floated in mid-air, slowly coalescing into the figure of an ice-blue young man.
The young sword spirit pointed expressionlessly at the silent black sword in Chu Sang's hand. His voice was cold, "Evil sword, slayer of ten thousand lives, should be executed."
Mo Qingchen explained, "The Long Yuan sword spirit says this sword is vicious and cunning, his archenemy for a thousand years."
"The earlier disturbance in the sword tomb was also manipulated by it in secret. Only by destroying it can the sword tomb find lasting peace."
Chu Sang looked up at the Long Yuan sword spirit. The young man's cold expression clearly contained wariness and disgust. She then looked down, weighing the unremarkable black sword in her hand— To be the sworn enemy of the divine sword in the male protagonist's hand, it seemed this black sword also had some weight.
She was actually... a bit reluctant to throw it away.
Seeing Long Yuan about to make a move, she hurriedly hid the black sword behind her back, "Don't attack. After all, this sword has contracted with me. To touch it, you need my permission as its master, right?"
"...Stubborn fool."
The Long Yuan sword spirit snorted coldly, his figure dispersing into the sword.
Mo Qingchen also recalled his long sword, looking back at Chu Sang, "Are you sure you want to keep this black sword?"
Anyone could see that the slaughter qi on this black sword was very dense, even surpassing Tantai Ming's Weeping Blood Sword. It was not something an ordinary person could subdue.
"It came to me for free. How could I not take it?" Chu Sang waved her hand.
Seeing this scene, the group of elders outside the sword cave were also anxious. This girl really wouldn't listen to advice. Even when the Long Yuan sword spirit said there was a problem with this sword, she still insisted on keeping it.
You should know that sword is...
Sigh.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The nine were teleported out, all with some injuries, but generally unharmed. After eating some pills to heal for two or three days, they would be bouncing around again.
Everyone had at least one more long sword in hand.
Why say at least? Wu Wo was more outrageous. Taking advantage of the Hundred Breaking Sword Case's bug, she directly snatched three swords.
The elders were very satisfied with everyone's performance over these three days and came to inquire.
Naturally, Mo Qingchen was the first to be questioned.
The Long Yuan Sword was the natal sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's founding ancestor and also their sect's guardian treasure.
How could they let him leave after taking their sect's sword?
After two or three sentences of brainwashing sales talk, Mo Qingchen was also a bit confused and inexplicably agreed to become their dual disciple. However, this matter was significant, so he needed to discuss it with his Sect Leader and master after returning to his sect. But it was eight or nine tenths certain.
The others were also asked a few questions. They all had extremely high talent, and the swords they obtained were all among the top famous swords in the sword tomb. Wu Wo even directly took three. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect elders were both gratified and distressed.
After thoroughly questioning the others, Chu Sang was finally the last one.
"..." She felt that the elders' gazes towards her didn't seem very friendly.
The Grand Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cold, "Girl, do you know why there is such a huge ancient sword tomb here?"
Chu Sang obediently shook her head, "I don't know."
The elder looked at her deeply and sighed, "The ancient sword tomb seems glorious, but its predecessor was an ancient battlefield where tens of thousands of lives perished. Each sword buried a soul... Do you know why there was an ancient battlefield here? And who started this tragic war?"
Chu Sang seemed to sense something and looked up at him. The elder sighed several more times, seeming unwilling to touch on that tragic, ancient case. The Sect Leader continued,
"It was the black sword in your hand."
The Sect Leader said, "This sword is called Primordial Soul-Chaser, a born sword of slaughter, the first of the Ten Great Evil Swords, extremely vicious, even more ferocious than the Weeping Blood Sword in your senior brother's hand."
"Back then, it was this sword that instigated the conflict on the ancient battlefield."
"In the sword tomb, all the souls and swords are its burial objects."
"A thousand years ago, our sect's founding ancestor joined with various geniuses to suppress it under the sword tomb. The ancestor even sacrificed himself to seal and suppress it in the sword tomb for a thousand years, but also fell because of this..." The Sect Leader's tone was somber, "I didn't expect you to take it out."