Chapter 37: The Sword Spirit Will Never Be a Slave, Unless Fed and Housed
Chapter 37: The Sword Spirit Will Never Be a Slave, Unless Fed and Housed
“None left.”
Chen Zhixing shrugged his shoulders.
He could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the sword spirit, Qingzhi, had risen from the Illusory Transformation Realm to the Luminescence Realm!
“Alright then,” Qingzhi replied with some disappointment.
“Don’t worry, after we return from the Southern Border, I’ll make sure you have as much as you want,” Chen Zhixing said with a smile.
“Really?”
Instantly, Qingzhi’s eyes lit up, and she began to cheer with excitement.
“Of course it’s true,” Chen Zhixing replied with a gentle smile.
Despite Qingzhi’s seemingly long existence, most of it had been spent in slumber. Her temperament was much like that of a young girl.
Soon after, Chen Zhixing took out a black sword box.
The entire box was crafted from black-gold dragonwood and inscribed with simple array patterns using stardust to nurture the spirit.
This was a precious item specifically used to nurture divine weapons!
Just this box alone was worth a fortune!
“Is this for me?” Qingzhi asked in awe, staring at the sword box.
“Of course. Who else would it be for?” Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows.
Qingzhi looked at the box and then at Chen Zhixing, who seemed completely unconcerned. She couldn’t control her emotions any longer and burst into tears.
“Wuwu, when I was with that Ye Chen, I didn’t even get a sword sheath, let alone a sword box. As a dignified sword spirit, I was wrapped in a rag and exposed to the elements—wind, rain, and sun.”
“I ate scrap iron and lived in a rag bag.”
Qingzhi could no longer hold back her grievances, pouring out all her frustrations.
“I protected him with my life, and this is how he treated me.”
The more Qingzhi thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably.
Chen Zhixing was taken aback and didn’t know how to respond.
He could only pat the sword hilt and comfort her as if she were a child. “Alright, alright, don’t cry. Be good now.”
“From now on, you’ll live well with me.”
Qingzhi sniffled and then, gritting her teeth, said, “What about Ye Chen’s corpse? I need to slash him a few more times to vent my anger!”
Chen Zhixing scratched his nose, somewhat speechless.
“Do women have such a strong desire for revenge?” he wondered.
“His corpse was fed to the dogs long ago,” Chen Zhixing replied casually.
“That’s too lenient for him!” Qingzhi snorted coldly and then looked at Chen Zhixing, fully resolved to cling tightly to his leg and follow him.
The next moment.
Qingzhi leaped and entered the sword box.
She felt like she was in a warm ocean as the nurturing energy from all sides began to repair and replenish her spirit.
“It’s good to have money,” Qingzhi thought happily.
Chen Zhixing closed the box and walked out of the secret chamber.
“Could this be what they mean by the sword spirit will never be a slave unless properly fed and housed?”
He couldn’t help but think to himself.
The next day.
Morning.
A sound of bells and drums reverberated throughout the mist-shrouded Ziwei Mountain.
Instantly, all nine peaks of Ziwei Mountain were in an uproar.
The youths who were practicing their skills all opened their eyes.
“It’s here!”
On the ninth peak, where the Chen family’s collateral descendants lived, a youth with purple hair suddenly opened his eyes.
In his gaze, countless symbols of the Dao flickered by.
“The Southern Border trial is finally starting?”
He flashed out of his house.
This time, he was determined to show the Chen family who the true hidden dragon of the Chen family was!
On the seventh peak.
A thousand-foot waterfall cascaded down from the peak, crashing into the stone pool below, sending up massive splashes of water.
This was a famous scenic spot of the Chen family, known as the Thousand-Foot Falls.
At this moment, beneath the waterfall.
A youth with disheveled hair and a bare upper body, displaying well-built muscles, stood under the waterfall with his head bowed, holding dual blades, letting the crashing water pound him.
He remained immovable.
“It’s finally starting after ten years,” he slowly raised his head, revealing a strikingly fierce face.
His face was covered with grotesque, centipede-like patterns.
His name was Ugly Child.
Chen Ugly Child.
Because of his birth defect and his mother being a mere servant maid, his father, Chen Tianxiong, who was once a prominent figure, had discarded him to live on the seventh peak with just a single glance, calling him Ugly Child.
For sixteen years, his father had never come to see him.
Initially, his father had inquired a few times about his condition through the servants.
But since his father had a potential hidden dragon named Chen Zhaosheng, it seemed he had completely forgotten about him.
Even when Ugly Child had tried to visit the first peak, he was driven away and warned not to reveal their father-son relationship.
All this happened just because of his ugly appearance and his mother being a lowly maid!
“You don’t think that by giving birth to a son, you can board the Chen family’s great ship, do you?”
“Let me tell you, our Chen family has no such vile and ugly bloodline! You are not worthy of being my son!”
“Behave yourself and stay on the seventh peak. If I hear any rumors, don’t blame me for being unkind!”
The scornful words Chen Tianxiong had sent to him and his mother echoed continuously in Ugly Child’s mind.
Ugly Child’s grip on his sword hilt was so tight that his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged.
“Chen Tianxiong!!!”
He squeezed the name through his teeth.
Next, he took a deep breath, his expression gradually calming.
“Mother, watch from above as I bring your spirit step by step into the Chen family’s ancestral hall.”
He then turned to look towards the first peak, his throat emitting a deep, sinister laugh, his face pulling into a menacing smile.
“Chen Zhaosheng, the young king, huh?”
“Very well. This time, I will defeat and crush you before everyone’s eyes, showing the Chen family who the true future hope is!”
“Blood of the Chen family flows in my veins too!”
Ugly Child’s eyes were filled with fiery determination.
Meanwhile.
On the first peak, at the mountaintop.
Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The invisible aura of authority around him had grown more profound, making him seem like a true king.
His gaze swept over the nine peaks of Ziwei Mountain, finally landing on the third peak.
“My younger brother, I am eager to see how long you can keep hiding.”
“How advanced is your cultivation? Are you at the Luminescence Realm like me?”
Chen Zhaosheng’s expression was calm, as if he were speaking to himself or conversing with someone unseen.
No one could see that a spark of excitement was quietly blooming in the depths of his eyes.