Chương 263: Birth of the Divine Sword

Sword Forging Villa. Lightning continuously circled in the high skies, observing without interruption. At this moment, the scene below at the Sword Tomb had begun to turn exceedingly fantastical. The magma lake—previously concealed by the Blood Robe and the group of First-Tier experts using some miraculous method to form a Qi barrier—was now undergoing a transformation.

As the White Lotus Cultists endlessly tossed corpses into the magma, and with the continuous slaughter happening within the Sword Tomb, the Qi barrier morphed accordingly. It had now turned a deep, blood-red color, with clusters of bewitching, flickering flames clinging to it. It looked just like a massive egg incubating some terrifying entity inside, violently pulsating and waiting for the moment to hatch.

"Not enough! We need more fresh blood and resentment!" Floating above the 'eggshell,' the White Lotus Holy Mother shouted anxiously.

"Kill them all for me!"

"Hurry! That bull-nosed Jade Emptiness and his lot could return at any moment!" Following her cold command, the White Lotus disciples surrounding the Sword Tomb hesitated no longer. Splitting into groups of five, they charged down to hunt their prey. Every time they killed someone, the corpse would immediately be tossed into the eight magma trenches to serve as nourishment for the terrifying giant egg below. In an instant, screams, curses, and resentful wails filled the air.

Bright red blood Qi and pitch-black murderous resentment took physical form, resembling two massive clouds that were madly sucked in by the giant egg below. The flames blazing on its surface burned even more fiercely than before.

"Hahaha! Good, good, good! Hurry up, I can feel it is about to be born!" The White Lotus Holy Mother laughed manically. Blood Sacrifice! If Song Que had the free time to pay attention to this, he would have immediately associated the scene with those two words. Unfortunately, Master Song's life was currently hanging by a thread. The cave dwelling he was in wasn't far from the magma lake, so the voices of the White Lotus Cultists naturally entered the ears of the people inside clearly.

At this moment, the silk-clothed man shuddered in fear and hurriedly shouted:"Silver Armor, hurry up! Kill him for me immediately!"

"Rooooar!!!" The Silver-Armored Corpse let out another hoarse howl and charged forward madly. With his internal organs still injured and unhealed, Song Que had no choice but to grip his saber and stand up again. Like a scurrying rat, he was gradually forced into a narrow corner by the creature. Looking at this Jiangshi's frenzied eyes, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind. I've been pushed to a dead end! There's no other way, I have to take a gamble!

Never lacking the courage to gamble his life, Master Song's expression turned resolute. Gritting his teeth, he used one hand to catch a claw strike from the Silver-Armored Corpse, while his other hand slapped down on its head with lightning speed. Boom! The force was too massive. Song Que's body took a heavy blow to the chest from the Jiangshi. Like a fired cannonball, he was smashed deep into the ground, the impact causing the entire room to tremble and rumble.

"Hehehe... You can't run this time!" Seeing his wretched state, the silk-clothed man laughed sinisterly with delight.

"Wasting so much of my time! Silver Armor, hurry up and kill him!" Silver-Armored Corpse:......

"Silver Armor, kill him for me!" Seeing his Jiangshi standing as still as a wooden post despite hearing the command, the silk-clothed man angrily shouted a few more times. He continuously pulled out talismans and small bells from his robes, frantically waving them around for a while. Only then did the Silver-Armored Corpse slowly begin to move.

Before the man could even breathe a sigh of relief, the Silver-Armored Corpse unexpectedly swung its hand backward, using its razor-sharp claws to pierce straight through his chest. The event happened far too suddenly. Completely off guard, the silk-clothed man's heart was crushed by the Jiangshi.

Having no time to care about why his Blood Qi was being sucked away by something, he stared blankly, in utter confusion, at the Silver-Armored Corpse's eyes, which had regained a sliver of clarity: If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.

"I... you... why.....?" Even in death, he couldn't understand why, when everything was perfectly fine, things had come to this. Carrying monstrous doubt, this presumably high-ranking disciple of the Corpse Driving Sect died with everlasting regret. His entire body's blood essence was completely sucked dry, leaving him as thin and shriveled as a dried skeleton. Waving his hand to store this corpse into his spatial inventory, Song Que had no time to care about anything else.

Supported by the Silver-Armored Corpse, he struggled to stand up. Hissing and grimacing in pain for a moment, the two of them quickly fled this place of trouble. Outside, a pack of tiger- and wolf-like White Lotus Cultists were madly harvesting lives. With his current condition, staying any longer truly meant more disaster than fortune........ In a desolate, mountainous forest. Only now did Grandee Song have the time to sit down and examine his own injuries. Four broken ribs, and his left shinbone was fractured.

This was only because his cultivation was profound, and he had previously consumed a Golden Bone Fruit. Had it been anyone else, they would have long since died with their legs kicking up in the air. Looking at the Silver-Armored Corpse sitting huddled and vigilant in a corner, Song Que ground his teeth in hatred. This dog's body is incredibly hard! Even a Renowned Saber chopping it hardly made a dent. Furthermore, it possesses an astonishingly massive brute strength—nearly five elephants of force!

It's simply too overpowered! Fortunately, it doesn't have True Qi like a normal First-Tier martial artist. Otherwise, Heavenly Saber Song would have long since croaked. Thinking back to the perilous situation just now, Song Que still felt a lingering chill. At that moment, he had truly been forced to a dead end. But luckily, a moment of profound inspiration struck him: Jiangshis, this type of entity, possessed extremely low sentience. Looking at its dull, lifeless eyes, it wasn't hard to realize this.

In that lightning-fast moment, he made up his mind to gamble. Through his spatial connection, he withdrew a soul fragment from Lightning. Taking advantage of the physical contact during the clash, he secretly injected it into the Silver-Armored Corpse. The heavens still favored Master Song; he bet right! This thing's spirit was incredibly weak, not even comparable to a normal sparrow or field mouse. It was easily destroyed and possessed by Song Que's soul fragment. What followed was simple.

After killing the silk-clothed man, the two ran for their lives, casually killing quite a few White Lotus disciples along the way. Fortunately, the First-Tier experts were all busy with the Divine Weapon and had no free time to pay attention to this side. Thus, Song Que managed to drag his battered body out of the Sword Tomb. Letting out an ear-piercing whistle to signal Lightning, he waited until they reached a secluded spot before storing the Silver-Armored Corpse in his spatial inventory.

He signaled the eagle to lower itself, then had it grab him and fly away. It wasn't until the bird was exhausted, having flown a great distance from the original site, that he safely descended to rest and heal his injuries. At this moment, the Silver-Armored Corpse was pulled back out to act as a bodyguard. It was truly convenient!

This thing's original sentience had been completely wiped out by him; it was now no different from a normal corpse, a lifeless object, meaning it could be placed into his spatial inventory at any time. It was as if Master Song now permanently had a First-Tier hired thug by his side; his safety was guaranteed! That Corpse Driving Sect disciple probably still didn't understand how he got played by Master Song even in death. He was likely still wondering why his own Jiangshi went mad and rebelled.

Grandee Song chuckled coldly and sinisterly. While using the Tesseract's energy to heal his wounds, he pulled out the unlucky bastard to tally his loot. A messy pile of odds and ends: various talismans, jinxes, and small bottles and jars. He couldn't make heads or tails of them, so he simply bundled them up in a cloth sack and stored them away. Who knew, maybe they would come in handy later. A token with 'Corpse Driving Sect' written on one side, and the three characters 'Ma Chenggong' engraved on the other.

That must be this guy's name; he was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Driving Sect. Temporarily stored. A few hundred gold notes and some broken silver, a handful of poisonous needles and hidden weapons, plus a bit of scrap metal likely just scavenged from the tomb—nothing else. Disappointed, Song Que smashed the dried corpse and tossed it far away. He inwardly lamented: Why don't people carry skill manuals or martial arts secret texts when they go out these days? Not a single shred of a studious spirit!

Next, he checked the loot he had personally gathered in his spatial inventory. A dazzling array of sabers, swords, spears, and hammers, but mostly swords. Over a hundred of them, nearly all Sharp Weapons. Considering the average price of a Sharp Sword was around 200 silver taels, this batch alone was worth nearly 20, 000! It could be considered a sizable windfall. Finally, there was the ugly, pitch-black short sword. So ugly it apologized to its user.

So ugly that a martial artist wouldn't dare carry it out in public for fear of utterly losing face. He didn't know which 'genius' with earth-shattering talent managed to forge such a 'masterpiece.' The ancestors of the Sword Forging Villa would probably be so thrilled they'd dig their way out of their graves to grant him a few hammer strikes to knock some sense back into him. Or perhaps this was purely forged to be used as a wedge for an anvil.

After staring at it for a while, Master Song couldn't help but come to this conclusion. But what makes my balls ache is! This sword seems to have birthed a sword spirit! A Sword Spirit! The defining characteristic of a Divine Weapon! The people of the Sword Forging Villa spent ten years forging and nourishing their sword.

The White Lotus Holy Mother exerted the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, sacrificing countless lives, blood, flesh, and the resentment of martial artists just in the hopes of birthing a sword spirit, transforming it into a true Divine Sword. Yet this radish-like sword... it fucking seemed to already have one?! This left Master Song shouting in bewilderment: The heavens are violently unfair! Right at this moment! Far away, back at the Sword Tomb, the wind and clouds suddenly changed colors.

In the pitch-black night, the sky unexpectedly turned blood red. Mournful, tearful wails of resentment echoed endlessly between heaven and earth. A dark red pillar of light abruptly shot straight up, piercing the clouds. Rumble rumble rumble.... Song Que could clearly hear the thunderous explosions ringing in his ears. The Divine Sword is born! Truly a terrifying power, a miraculous sight in the mortal realm!

Following this, with an aching groin, he looked down at the black sword in his hand, which had just trembled slightly. Sigh.... it seems I was 99. 9% right. Curious, Grandee Song sank his consciousness into it to observe.