Chapter 005: Serving as a Minister with the Sword
"Do you know what sword this is?" The man in black smiled faintly.
The true fire of Samadhi slowly enveloped him, and Sikong Wufang understood that such an attack could not be evaded. Even if he soared into the sky, the flames would rise like the morning glow, forming a massive curtain. At that time, dealing with it would become even more troublesome
Is this not the result of your throwing that sword off the cliff, which not only harmed me but also harmed everyone in the Lark Tribe?" Zhu Yuncong no longer hesitated and turned to run down the slope
This young man bears a certain resemblance to my former self, but unfortunately... he is too naive and too kind-hearted, and in the future... he will inevitably face numerous setbacks. A trace of concern flashed across the face of the man in black, "I will help you this once."
This sword ... ... why? ! Why? '' Zhu Yun Cang, no matter how intelligent he is, is merely a ten-year-old child. He cannot fathom the reasons behind this moment, and the complex processes involved are even more difficult to imagine
How is it possible? This person has actually become a sinister sword attendant! Dongfang Xiao expressed some confusion, stating, "This point has not been clarified by the Nine Xuan Palace."
The power of the sword attendant grows stronger with the main sword, and they gain the right to use the main sword without charge—however, the cost is that they must coexist with the main sword in life and death. Furthermore, when the main sword is conquered by another, the sword attendant must also pledge loyalty to the conqueror. In summary, the sword attendant is a subject of the sword, a puppet of the sword
"Rest assured, I will not kill you," the man in black smiled, "however, this matter indeed originated because of me"
"You... why do you want to harm us... why?" Zhu Yun Cang could no longer contain himself, suddenly standing up, regardless of the fact that the leaders of the four major sects were still watching from above the Hundred Spirits Tribe.
With a sharp shout from Sima Wufang, he swung his sword and spun around, the brilliance of the black light scattering like the wind. The oppressive Samadhi True Fire suddenly lost its direction, burning chaotically like a wild fire in all directions.
The Nine Mysteries Palace has sent a message: the sect traitor Sikong Wufang has betrayed and fled with a sword, ultimately throwing the destruction and sorrow into the abyss, and that person has also chosen to plunge into the cliff. Could it be that person is indeed Sikong Wufang? Dongfang Xiao holds a rusted sword, which appears unremarkable, yet in his hands, it exudes a chilling intent to kill
As he watched Zhu Yuncong charge into the Bailing tribe, the man in black took a swift step onto the bluestone, grasping the weapon Huishang in his hand. His fingers came together and gently glided along the blade. A black halo spread upwards, and the clear, melodious sound of the sword echoed through the heavens.
"Tian Ming!" Zhu Yun Cang called out several times, "Tian Ming?"
These few sect leaders, who were previously at odds with each other, found their disciples still engaged in mutual slaughter on the ground. Yet at this moment—when the calamity appeared before them—they seemed to set aside their past grievances and suddenly united against a common enemy.
You ... ...
Detestable! Li Tianjin still wanted to take action, but was stopped by Dongfang Xiao. "I have never faced the ancient sword before; why not let me have a go at this little brat first!" With that, he soared forward, the rusty sword in his hand becoming even more sharp and cold.
Zhu Yun Cang did not dare to speak, quietly gazing at the enchanting and sinister face of the man in black.
There! That is it! The first to call out was Li Tianjin, the leader of the Fire Refining Sect, "It is that sword!"
Still no one is responding
Before coming here, they were not certain about the authenticity of the information, nor did they know whether the Sword of Destruction truly existed. Nevertheless, they still arrived. Even if they had to kill everyone here, level the mountains, turn the earth upside down, and drain the rivers and lakes, they would never give up on obtaining this legendary ancient evil sword
If what the Nine Mysteries Palace has said is true, then this Sikong Wufang should also be the one conveying messages to us. Duanmu Yaoxian remarked, It seems he indeed has ulterior motives; otherwise, he would not have appeared before us with a sword
Zhu Yun Cang felt a tumultuous upheaval in his stomach, but now, he had no extra time to waste. What he needed to do was to find Gu Tian Ming as quickly as possible
"Regardless, this matter was caused by you. You cannot stand by and watch the people of the Lark Department be killed by them!" Zhu Yun Cang said
Gu Tianming called out loudly, yet still no one responded
"Then how do they dare to let you go?" the man in black asked
Zhu Yun Cang gritted his teeth and stepped forward, prying open the body of the clan leader in front of the door. The back of that corpse had already fused with one side of the door, and at the moment it was toppled, the skin on its back dragged a series of wood shavings.
The so-called sword servant refers to a servant or attendant of the sword. Each extraordinary sword—especially those weapons left by the ancient gods—possesses a unique spirit. They are capable of thought and memory, much like humans. If someone drips their blood onto a sword with spirit and, in that moment, vows loyalty to the sword or the beliefs or spirit it embodies, they will become a sword servant
"It is of no concern," Ling Yunzi said, waving his hand. "As long as one can control that cursed sword, the sword servant must obey its master, so there is no need to worry"
This sword was thrown down by me from the cliff, and these people were also informed by me. I told them that the Destruction Sword is in the Hongmeng Valley, allowing them to come and seek it for themselves, hum... The man in black and * Tu * Shuzi snorted coldly, as if they looked down upon everything before them, sneering.
Zhu Yun Cang's heart holds only one person, and at this moment, his strength is only sufficient to care for that one person
Hmph... how can such matters be blamed on me?" said the man in black. "Those fellows who wear the guise of gentlemen, constantly spouting righteousness and morality, seem to be paragons of virtue. I just want to see their true colors when they are driven by greed and desire, to show everyone how ugly and filthy they truly are.
"Beasts in human clothing, the Sword of Destruction is right here. I am the sword attendant, Sikong Wufang. If you have the courage, come and take it!" said the man in black, speaking loudly.
Sikong Wufang shouted fiercely once more, and with a swift motion of his long sword, an extremely rare crack suddenly appeared between the earth and stones. It blew towards the flames that were disturbed by the sword wind. In an instant, the sealed Samadhi True Fire formation seemed to be severed, with a section removed from the center. Taking advantage of this newly created path, Sikong Wufang quickly escaped from the encirclement
This sword was originally sealed within the Nine Mysterious Palaces' Demon Suppression Valley, and its reappearance in the world is entirely thanks to Sikong Wufang. It is truly fitting for him to serve as the sword attendant! However, capturing him may prove to be somewhat troublesome
"True Fire of Samadhi..." Sikong Wufang smiled faintly
Gu Tianming has gone missing, or perhaps he has long since died outside
Now that you have seen ... ... "Zhu Yun Cang said, "You have also seen enough ... ... Since the sword is with you, hurry, go save them!" As he spoke, Zhu Yun Cang had already run to the other side of the large blue stone and was about to rush down the steep slope
Everyone, be careful! said Ling Yunzi
This sword is called Destruction and Mourning, and it is one of the six ancient evil swords. By obtaining it, one can wield immense power, I believe I need not elaborate further.
"What, do you want to die?" The man in black looked at Zhu Yuncong.
The man in black also stood up, a smile of intriguing amusement on his face: "You, my friend, are truly interesting. I observed clearly from the cliff that the entire tribe looks down on you, treating you as an outcast. Yet, despite this, you still strive desperately to save them. What is the reason for this?"
Zhu Yun Cang Dao: "My grandmother once told me, 'Every grievance has its source, and every debt has its owner.' I have avenged myself in my own way for what they have done to me. San Miao falsely accused me of stealing his prey, so I put herbs in the pot where he was cooking meat, causing him to suffer from diarrhea for three days; Uncle Qiu Sheng scolded my mother, calling me a freak, so I shot him with a slingshot while he was using the toilet, throwing a large stone into the latrine... In short, everyone, everyone has been punished by me. They should not die; even if they treated me that way, they still should not die!" In short, everyone, everyone has been punished by me. They should not die; even if they treated me that way, they still should not die!
No one answered
What is the reason, why have they come to this place? Although I do not fully understand the words of the man in black, Zhu Yuncong has gradually come to realize the power of those few individuals in the sky. The intertwining feelings of hatred and helplessness have nearly shattered his young heart, which is only ten years old.
Zhu Yun Cang gritted his teeth; he certainly understood the other party's meaning, yet countless doubts lingered in his heart: "Then... how could they come here? This sword does not belong to us; how could it have fallen? How did it end up in your hands? What do you intend to do?!" He asked a series of questions, his tone growing increasingly intense, and his expression more fearful.
Without further ado, let me first roast that fellow with the diagram and the book, and then we shall discuss the ownership of the sword. Li Tianjin's arms surged, and the Sacred Fire Qilin's eyes began to whirl rapidly in front of him, the crimson light blazing upwards. Meanwhile, around Sikong Wufang, circles of flames had already formed, resembling nooses that tightened increasingly, as if to bind Sikong Wufang entirely within the center of the flames
"Because of this sword." The man in black placed the black long sword in front of him and said
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the fighting above, Zhu Yun Cang swiftly ran through the Hundred Spirits Sect. At this moment, only death remained here, and the occasional figures that appeared were all disciples of the four major sects gazing up at the sky
"The voice is like a dragon's roar, and the sword emits a dark light, with an extraordinary malevolence." Ling Yunzi stroked his long beard and said, "Indeed, this is the object, but who is the one wielding the sword?"
The four individuals in the sky were immediately drawn to the sound, turning their gazes towards the man in black.
Gu Tianming!" Zhu Yuncong raised his voice and shouted, having even forgotten that there were still dangers lurking throughout the tribe, with members of the four major sects scattered around the village on patrol.
Before long, Zhu Yuncong found himself standing at the door of the clan leader's house. The clan leader's body still leaned against the doorframe, as if he were using the last vestiges of his strength to guard his homeland. However, his face had long been burned into a piece of pitch-black charcoal, rendering him incapable of expressing those stern or indifferent expressions, nor could he muster the strength to speak and bid Zhu Yuncong farewell.
The room was in complete disarray, with tables, chairs, and beds all sliced into several pieces by swords and knives. The matriarch, the mother of Gu Tianming, lay amidst a pile of wood shavings, blood splattered everywhere. Her expression was one of terror, her eyes still wide open, and from the gaping wound in her chest, a vivid crimson continued to seep outward.