Chương 54: War God — Chapter 54 - This Demonic Blade's Curse Is Simply Too Wonderful!

"After a week of nurturing, the three flying blades have shown modest results." Staring at Long Yuan's glabella, Wang Xian showed no surprise whatsoever. As if everything was within expectation. The first layer of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade Art wasn't difficult to cultivate. The three flying blades, forged at a cost of a million, already rivaled first-tier martial combat gear in material quality. Even slightly exceeded it.

It was just that the blades contained no yuan qi, so they couldn't be called martial combat gear. But in terms of strength, because the investment was so high, they were actually tougher than ordinary first-tier martial combat gear. Even first-tier martial combat gear couldn't possibly be worth a million. Weapon-type martial combat gear at first-tier might be worth a few hundred thousand if it was expensive. A million just to forge three exquisite flying blades. These three blades had to have quality to match.

Plus, over this past week, Wang Xian had inscribed them with blood and nurtured them on his body. Every day at the moment the blazing sun rose, he would chant the incantation and absorb the dawn's yuan qi. After this stretch, the three flying blades had already shown modest results. Like a silver arc, the blade pierced through Long Yuan's glabella. Before the blade's shadow could be seen, it shattered along with the blood-colored patterns on the blade's body.

"A pity. One blade for Shadow Chase, two blades for the kill. Because I struck too quickly, the second blade didn't even get a chance to be released?" Watching Long Yuan, who stood dazed with his aura pouring out wildly, a trace of regret flickered through Wang Xian's eyes. The three flying blades he'd prepared were his biggest trump card for this trip. Meant to handle dangers far exceeding his own strength. If all three blades were unleashed together, even a Third Realm Martial Artist would die on the spot.

Because he was overly cautious, and because he'd seized the timing perfectly, he never gave Long Yuan the chance to evolve and grow stronger again after wielding the demonic blade. So he'd only released one blade. Although this one blade was consumed just like that, it was still a gain. These things were purely expendable items. Wang Xian silently walked over. But he didn't get close, still staying within an attack range where he could counter at any moment.

"You know about the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade?" With a thud, Long Yuan's entire body collapsed to its knees on the ground. Looking somewhat similar to the swordsman statues below.

"A little." Wang Xian watched him quietly.

"So your goal was this blade?" he asked. Wang Xian didn't answer.

"In that case, take it." Long Yuan suddenly laughed. No blood flowed from his glabella. Even though his aura had already begun to pour out wildly. From this point, it matched his identity as a living blade puppet. Blade puppets have no blood. The so-called puppet means exactly that: a puppet. As a type of humanoid beast, they'd long since been infected. But Wang Xian understood the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade Art thoroughly.

The instant that blade pierced through the glabella, the immense force carried within the flying blade transmitted throughout the opponent's entire body, pulverizing it. Long Yuan could still speak now because he wasn't truly a living thing to begin with, and it seemed the demonic blade was still infusing him with a strange power, sustaining him. Only, Wang Xian hadn't expected him to just toss the demonic blade out like that.

The demonic blade traced a parabola through the air, stabbing into the ground diagonally beside Wang Xian.

"But you'd better think it through. Once you grip this blade, for the rest of your life, you'll never be able to leave it. At the same time, you won't be able to leave here either." Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Long Yuan's voice was hoarse, as if his time was running out. Wang Xian frowned slightly. Recalling what this Western Shu swordsman had done in his past life, he roughly understood something.

But without any hesitation, he directly reached out and gripped the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade before him.

"Ha ha ha..." Long Yuan suddenly burst into loud laughter. In that laughter was sorrow, joy, surprise, regret, and a faint trace of relief that was hard to detect. At the same time, Wang Xian's body trembled slightly as he looked at the demonic blade in his hand. The blade's edge was silver, but the blade's body was blood-red, inscribed with ancient lines one after another, as if outlining something. The most eerie part was the blade's jaw, where the blade body met the guard.

Carved there was a ferocious beast's maw, mouth gaping open, revealing two large tusks on either side. Fierce, savage, and bloodthirsty. Looking again at the lines on the blade's body, each one linked to the demonic face. Like blood vessels, feeding into the beast maw at the blade's jaw. Truly, just a careful look was enough to send chills down one's spine. Now, at the moment of gripping it, a massive will and terror instantly swallowed Wang Xian's spirit.

In that instant, a giant beast appeared in Wang Xian's mind, intent on devouring heaven and earth, consuming all existence!

"So that's how it is..." Wang Xian gazed at this giant beast that had manifested within his spirit. He chanted inwardly.

"X-Class beast, Dragon Owl Glutton Lord."

"This blade actually has such origins..." At the same time, ancient memories sealed within the demonic blade were unlocked one after another. Wang Xian's expression remained unchanged as he read through them directly. X-Class beasts were matched against eighth-realm martial artists. Generally, beasts of this class were also kings among beasts.

In several famous disasters of his past life, two X-Class beasts had stirred boundless tsunamis in the East Sea territory, obliterating who knows how much of Blue Star's land. And this wisp of beast will residing within the demonic blade came from an X-Class beast. It was just that this beast had existed on Blue Star's ancient land in a very distant era. At that time, this beast couldn't yet be called powerful. Because yuan qi hadn't yet revived, and the alien battlefield hadn't yet appeared.

But it was still a ferocious beast of its region. This ferocious beast, at fixed intervals, would emerge and wreak havoc across the land. For this reason, ancient-era martial artists fought with everything they had, and finally in one battle, managed to sever a pair of this ferocious beast's tusks. And to prevent this beast from emerging to plague the world again, they commissioned the greatest bladesmith of that era to forge this peerless demonic blade from the beast's pair of tusks.

Because the demonic blade contained the ferocious beast's tusks, it possessed the mighty power to absorb blood and convert it into its own strength. Yet similarly, the one who wielded the demonic blade would not only suffer torment from the beast's will lurking within the tusks, but would also gradually lose their self-awareness from absorbing too many chaotic powers. Slowly transforming into a machine that knew only slaughter. This was the demonic blade's 'curse.'

For this reason, the martial artists of that era specially established a unique organization: the 'Gravekeepers.' Each generation of Gravekeepers had to wield the demonic blade, becoming its 'scabbard.' To counter the harm brought by that ferocious beast. And whenever a Gravekeeper died, they would return to the blade tomb and become a blade puppet. But before dying, they had to select the next blade wielder.

Otherwise, if the demonic blade emerged into the world uncontrolled, it would likewise bring calamity to the people. To this day, countless had wielded the blade, countless had been its scabbard. Yet that ferocious beast still hadn't completely died. Instead, with the revival of yuan qi and the appearance of the alien battlefield, it had transformed into an even more terrifying X-Class beast. This blade tomb had also gradually declined. The Gravekeepers, too, had been buried in the dust of history.

Unknown to the world. This was the origin of the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade. Wang Xian slowly opened his eyes, his heart stirred with a trace of emotion for a moment.

"Still not mad..." Long Yuan let out a strange laugh.

"You really are different. Absorbing so much Malevolent Qi outside and acting like nothing happened. Even the Malevolent Qi in the demonic blade still has no effect on you. Ha ha ha..." He laughed smugly, laughed wildly.

"Your goal..." Wang Xian looked at him.

"It wasn't to kill me. From the very beginning, you wanted to lure me here. You were testing me all along, testing whether I was qualified to become what you called a 'scabbard'?"

"Exactly!" Long Yuan laughed maniacally.

"Ever since I awoke, I spent many years and finally found a somewhat qualified 'scabbard.' How could I let you die? Wang Feng, you truly didn't disappoint me. Become a Gravekeeper, become the scabbard, and you'll forever suffer the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade's 'curse.' This place will also be your future grave. You, too, will become one of the 'blade puppets' here. Do you hate me now?" After Long Yuan finished speaking, his gaze seemed to grow much calmer. In his eyes, there was no fear of death, only calm.

Wang Xian said nothing.

"Regret it?" Long Yuan laughed. Wang Xian shook his head slightly. Not only did he not regret it. He felt he'd struck it rich. Because this Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade's 'curse' was simply too wonderful! Able to absorb blood and convert it into one's own strength. Then damn, as long as he kept killing beasts, he could perfectly absorb the spirit sha within their bodies and convert it into his own power. That way, he wouldn't even need to worry about the problem of spirit sha consumption anymore.

And could use this to rapidly cultivate his divine meridians.

'Seriously, doesn't this blade feel like it was tailor-made for me?' Wang Xian's original intention in wanting to obtain this demonic blade was thinking that this demonic blade definitely contained a vast amount of spirit sha power. Which could let him rapidly refine several divine meridians. But he never expected it actually came with such a powerful 'curse.' All the negative effects of the curse, for him, who cultivated the Stellar Body Refinement Art, they were all damn positive. As for torment? Please.

Spirit sha cultivation was the supreme pleasure! Of course, that was only limited to himself... And that wisp of will lingering in the demonic blade. Sorry, but an X-Class beast was still a bit beneath the stage. The highest Z-Class beasts were matched against Martial Gods. A wisp of will from a beast of that level might be able to cause a degree of spiritual trauma to his current self.

As for this kind, unless the beast's true body stood before him and unleashed its spiritual pressure, only then would it have an effect. Otherwise, a mere lingering wisp of will? Heh. Wang Xian felt he almost wanted to feel it again for no reason, just to savor it once more. ➤ Next: In Other Words, Truly Kill Me