The Hedonist Sword God

"Who is it?!!"

"As expected, you really don't remember me. I'm so sad that you forgot the woman you were married to, Jian Shen!"

Listening to the voice which sounded chiding and hurt at the same time, Jian Shen almost thought that maybe he really was married.

But that didn't last long, because Qingyu came to his rescue.

"Shut up, crazy stalker! You were never married to him!"

"Tsk, you still aren't dead?"

Not at all calming down from Qingyu who was chatting as if it was an old friend, Jian Shen hastily looked around to see where the voice's body was.

After all, he could only hear her voice inside his head, and therefore couldn't locate its source.

"How could I die and leave Jian Shen in the hands of a crazy woman like you?"

"Humph! Have you forgotten who was the one that caused him to die, in the first place?"

As Qingyu suddenly quieted down, Jian Shen who was finally connecting the dots on a lot of unanswered questions, heard the rustling sound of leaves.

Looking towards the trees from the where the sound was coming, Jian Shen soon saw something poke its way out of the dense branches of leaves.

Narrowing his eyes, Jian Shen remembered what Qingyu said about someone trying to kill him.

Therefore, by instinct he took a step back and pulled the Myriad God Sword, which he held in front of him.

The object didn't stay hidden or move too slowly, but Jian Shen who saw what it was fell into a trance, because of how beautiful it was.

It was a sword which looked very similar to the Myriad God Sword in size and dimensions.

The sword was pitch black in colour, from the top to bottom. With bright red patterns on it, covering the sword from the blade's tip, to the hilt.

In a sense, Jian Shen felt that the sword obtained the vivid red designs on it, after having killed countless people and being soaked in their blood.

Unlike when he first saw the Ethereal Phoenix Sword, which was also black in colour, Jian Shen didn't feel any sort of coldness originating from it.

Instead, all he felt was a soul crushing bloodthirst and killing intent from it.

"I see that you've copied me, and turned into a sword. What's with the lack of originality, Qingyu?"

"Who's copying you? I'm the new Sword Spirit of the Myriad God Sword! The Sword Spirit of one of the Nine Heavenly Creations!!! You, on the other hand, you're nothing more than a third grade sword!"

"You've grown even haughtier since the last time I met you. Want to try and see which one of us is the stronger one, right now?"

"As if I would fall for such stupid provocation. Let's see if you'll dare say the same words when I'm complete."

While Qingyu wanted nothing more than to prove that she was better than Juewang, there was no way she'd do something as stupid as competing with the Sword of Despair in her current state.

After all, now that she was a Sword Spirit, Qingyu could clearly sense that the Sword of Despair was a weapon which was very close to rivalling those of the Nine Heavenly Creations.

Luckily, it still wasn't something which could defeat the complete Myriad God Sword.

"Fufufufu, just say that you're scared. This won't be the fi.. "

Interrupting the two voices which were quarrelling inside his head, Jian Shen asked the question he had been waiting to find out.

"Ummm.... Can someone tell me what is happening?"

"That shiny piece of black crap, is a stalker who doesn't know how to respect boundaries."

"Don't listen to her, that woman is lying because she's afraid of being thrown away and replaced by me."

"What?"

"I'm sure you've guessed it already, but currently I'm way better than that incomplete sword in your hand."

"Stop spewing nonsense! Jian Shen will never throw me away!... Right?"

What started off as a confident announcement, ended up as a meek question at the end.

Nodding his head, Jian Shen confidently said, "Right.", which allowed Qingyu to relax.

"See! You ended up making a long trip for nothing! Now get lost, and leave me and Jian Shen alone."

"Shut up, you defective sword. Stop trying to get in the way of fate!"

"Fate?"

"Its because I was your wife in the previous life."

"Really?"

Interrupting the black sword which was floating up and down as if nodding her head, Qingyu shouted, "No, she isn't!"

"Never mind about that jealous broken sword, you honestly want to use me, don't you?"

Gulping from how seductive and enticing the lady's words sounded, Jian Shen nodded his head.

After all, since he had taken his first step on the Path of Sword, and learnt to use Sword Qi, he could clearly sense how strong a sword was.

And right now, the black and red combination sword floating in front of him, was many times stronger than the Myriad God Sword in his hands.

Therefore, even though he didn't plan on putting the Myriad God Sword away, as someone who appreciated swords, Jian Shen felt very tempted to use the black sword.

"Then, I have a condition."

"What is it?"

"I get to call you husband, and you should always call me little wifey."

"That's it?"

In response to Jian Shen, Juewang quickly said, "Yes.", as if she was afraid that he would change his mind.

And then, in front of his confused eyes, the black sword started glowing brightly and began revealing a woman's silhouette.