The Hedonist Sword God

By the time Jian Shen recovered from the warmth which suddenly struck and looked down, all he could see was Qungyus body right under him turning into specks of light.

It was as if her body was turning into sparkly dust, and no matter what he did, he couldn't even touch them as Qingyu's whole body was turning transparent by the second.

What Jian Shen didn't notice however was that the specks of light were making their way towards the black and white swords which were in the process of fusing.

"Qingyu.... You..?"

As if it seemed like all hope was lost, and this was Qingyu would die, Jian Shen saw her bright smile which made him feel like time was frozen.

Unfortunately time never truly stops for anyone, and just like that in front of Jian Shen's eyes, the last of Qingyu disappeared leaving an empty space beneath him.

It wasn't until Qingyu finally disappeared, that Jian Shen could no longer control his emotions.

Until now since the time his mother passed away, Jian Shen rarely got close to anyone other than his aunt. But he recently met Wuying, who managed to melt his heart which Jian Shen himself had forcefully turned into a cold and emotionless one.

But now, he didn't know why, but the tears in his eyes just didn't stop flowing.

Even though he didn't know her before two weeks, and they never shared a single moment of love, Jian Shen felt like he was unable to imagine his life without Qingyu, or that sweet food she used to make.

At once Jian Shen remembered everything that happened since the day she saved him, and now died for him which turned into a loud shout of grief and pain.

"QINGYU!"

What happened next however was completely unexpected, because a voice spoke inside his head.

"Don't cry. I'm still alive.. In a sense."

"Qingyu?"

While the voice did belong to her, Jian Shen however felt that he was imagining it.

"You are not imagining me, idiot! I'm not dead!"

Stunned from hearing her voice inside his head again, Jian Shen hastily looked around to see what the hell was happening.

But everything seemed the same, and there was no one but him inside the room.

"Where... Where are you?"

"There. Look at the sword."

"The sword?"

Moving his exhausted body, Jian Shen managed to make it to the side of the bed where there was a sword which felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

"What is happening?"

"Wipe your face first. Men don't look good when crying."

Rubbing the tears away, Jian Shen despite feeling that he had lost his mind, spoke towards the sword, "You… you're alive? "

"Yes. It seems like my soul fused with the swords just before it perished. Now pick me off the floor. Even though I can't feel anything, it feels rude to be left on the floor."

"Ah... Alright!"

Hastily bending forward, Jian Shen picked up the sword which looked a lot like the Myriad God Sword he had seen in his dream like state.

The two inch wide blade was white on one side, and block on the other. The hilt also shared the same half black and half white combination, with the only difference being that the white side of the hilt was above the black side of the sword, and vice versa.

Also other than there being nine beasts in the hilt, there were only two.

On the white side of the hilt was a black dragon with a white Phoenix inside it.

Picking the sword Jian Shen felt a balanced mixture of heat and cold emanating from it, which gave him a sense of unity and peace.

"Is it... Really you?"

"Yes. After the Myriad God Sword got split into various different swords, the original Sword Spirit was forced to leave a part of its consciousness in each of the swords to let them choose a worthy wielder."

"But after so many years have passed, no one has managed to fuse all the nine swords together and complete the Myriad God Sword. Therefore, each of the individual consciousness' have almost been erased."

"And now for some reason, my dying soul was chosen to become the next Sword Spirit, because we had two of the nine pieces with us."

In fact, Qingyu only knew about this because of how much information she was enlightened in after her soul was chosen to be the next Sword Spirit for the Myriad God Sword.

Though, the current sword was only two ninths of the full Myriad God Sword. As long as anyone wanted to completely fuse all nine pieces and remake the Myriad God Sword, they'd have no choice but to accept the fact that Qingyu was going to be its Sword Spirit.

"So… Does that mean I won't ever be able to see you again?"

Pausing for a while, Qingyu once again spoke inside Jian Shen's head.

"You can, but since only two swords are fused together, my physical body can't stay in the real world for a long time."

Before Jian ashen could say anything, Qingyu continued by saying, "But, I can appear inside the World Crest whenever I want. So don't worry about not having someone to cook your meals."

Listening to her Jian Shen couldn't help but bitterly chuckle at how he'd never be able to eat normal food ever again.

"In case I manage to find the remaining seven pieces, and fuse them all… does that mean you can appear without any restrictions?"

"Yes. However, don't push yourself too hard. As far as I can remember not even a handful of the nine pieces have been spotted in the same era. Not even once."

Turning silent, Jian Shen clenched his fist and made a silent vow to find every single one of the remaining swords, and remake the complete Myriad God Sword, not knowing that his thoughts were being shared with Qingyu.

He didn't know why but Jian Shen felt like Qingyu was happily smiling, when he heard her speak.

"Everything aside, I do have some really great news for you."

"What is it?"

"You no longer have to train in just a dual element cultivation technique. Since I've been chosen as the Sword Spirit for the Myriad God Sword, even though I can't give you the ultimate Bloodline, I do have the ultimate cultivation technique for you."