YM778.TV Chapter 386: Weapon Spirit
Chapter 386: Weapon Spirit
After a moment’s thought, Hua Xinfeng laughed. “Little bitch, if you get down on your knees and slap yourself one hundred and eight times, I might well plead for mercy on your behalf. At the very least, I’ll ensure you die quickly, and without all that unnecessary suffering.”
Shang Luoyu bit her pink lower lip, and her face paled. She just looked directly at Su Yi, ignoring Hua Xinfeng completely.
Women understood other women best. Hua Xinfeng was surely just taking this opportunity to humiliate her.
Besides, how could Shang Luoyu possibly fail to realize that the one who truly had control over her life and death was Su Yi?
Alas, Su Yi just said calmly, “I’ll give you a choice. You can die now, or you can let me cripple your cultivation and take your Celestial Xiezhi sword. After that, your life and death are none of my concern. Take your pick.”
Shang Luoyu quivered, but just as she was about to say something, Su Yi interrupted her. “Any nonsense, and I’ll kill you right now.”
In the face of Su Yi’s cold, indifferent gaze, Shang Luoyu’s heart surged with indescribable dread, and her expression filled with uncertainty.
Hua Xinfeng crossed her arms and watched with great interest.
The “choice” Su Yi offered her was unquestionably ruthless.
If she chose the second option, she might live, but to a cultivator like Shang Luoyu, a life like that was more painful than death.
Why had she become a legendary figure of her generation in the Great Qin? Part of it was her extraordinary cultivation, and part of it was because she’d won the approval of the Celestial Xiezhi Sword.
If she lost both her cultivation and her sword, she’d be like an immortal beauty plummeting down to earth. She’d lose everything!
When the time came, she’d face the cruelest tortures of the mundane world!
This made Hua Xinfeng recall what Su Yi went through at Blueriver Sword Manor. When he lost his cultivation, he was exiled from the sect, his fate no longer in his hands. He was forced to marry into the Wen Family and become a live-in son-in-law anyone could trample as they pleased…
Shang Luoyu was a woman. What cruel realities awaited her should she find herself in such a predicament?
Just thinking about it, Hua Xinfeng’s heart shook.
Regardless of gender, when a cultivator lost their power, they lost their status and position, and they fell from the very pinnacle of their glory into the dirt. It was indeed a fate worse than death!
After a long time, Shang Luoyu took a deep breath, then raised her head with great difficulty. She gazed at Su Yi, a hint of madness in her eyes, and said, “You forced me to do this!”
Her voice was rife with loathing as it reverberated throughout the surrounding area.
Clang!
Before her voice even finished echoing, she drew the massive sword strapped to her back.
The Celestial Xiezhi Sword!
It was four feet long and seven inches thick, and its blade was swathed in black sword qi. A terrifying destructive aura permeated the air.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a strange totem engraved on the flat of the blade. It looked like a majestic and ferocious Xiezhi, claws out and fangs bared.
“Just as I thought. It’s a Spirit Dao yao weapon that’s given rise to a weapon spirit,” said Su Yi, his eyes flashing with enlightenment.
When he first saw Shang Luoyu back at the Celestial Waters Mountain Villa, he could tell at a glance that the massive sword strapped to her back wasn’t simple.
He could even deduce that the weapon had given rise to some kind of soul body, which had attached itself to Shang Luoyu. However, it had yet to initiate a possession.
That was why Su Yi said she was only half-possessed.
Boom!
The massive sword swung through the air at Su Yi. Black sword qi blotted out the skies, dense and imposing, terrifying beyond limit.
Practically simultaneously, Shang Luoyu blurred into a streak of light and charged at Hua Xinfeng.
She was just one person, yet she was attacking both Su Yi and Hua Xinfeng. This seemed like an extremely foolish choice.
But Su Yi seemed to have understood something. A hint of disdain rose on his lips.
He waved his sleeves.
Boom!
The inscrutable power of the restriction surged forth, like a surging current, clashing with the Celestial Xiezhi Sword in midair.
The sword was indeed extraordinary, with almost unstoppable power, but it?paled?in comparison to the ?Heavensphere Yao Emperor’s Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes.
A moment later—
A heaven-shaking boom rang out, and the Celestial Xiezhi Sword howled. It shook violently, but it was thoroughly suppressed. No matter how it struggled, it was to no avail!
“Die!”
Shang Luoyu was already right in front of Hua Xinfeng. She swung her fair, jade-like hand, which was enveloped in strange, sharp black light, and slashed.
Splurt!
Hua Xinfeng’s head was cut clean off.
Shang Luoyu whipped around and gazed at the distant Su Yi, a huge smile on her face, both smug and frenzied. “You want me to live a life worse than death? Then I’ll risk everything to kill the woman beside you and make you live out the rest of your days in guilt and shame!”
“Oh,” said Su Yi, looking and sounding completely calm.
Shang Luoyu suddenly realized that something wasn’t quite right about his reaction.
She was still confused when a pitiful, immature voice resounded in her sea of consciousness. “Mistress, what you destroyed just now was only a substitution talisman.”
“A substitution talisman?” Shang Luoyu reacted as if she’d been struck by lightning, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “What the hell is that?”
It was then that a figure appeared in the distance. It was none other than Hua Xinfeng.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, her heart palpitating in lingering terror and her expression unsightly.
That attack had been incomparably sharp and terrifying. It broke through her defenses as if they were made of paper; none were of any use at all.
It was only at the final, most dangerous moment that she crushed the talisman she’d hidden in her palm this entire time, narrowly avoiding disaster.
Boom!
Su Yi attacked, pressing down on the air. The power of the restriction fell like rain, enveloping Shang Luoyu’s delicate figure.
“Break!” Shang Luoyu struggled with all her might, circulating her cultivation to its upper limit. She also activated a forbidden technique with no regard for her life, practically burning her qi and energy to unleash unprecedented power.
But when the power of the restriction descended, all of her struggles were futile; she was like a mantis trying to block a chariot. No matter what power she unleashed, the restriction broke through it as easily as if it were made of rotten wood.
“Spirit, quick! Save me!” Shang Luoyu shrieked in terror.
Boom!
A dark shadow shot out of her body. It looked like a little girl, but her entire body surged with dark, terrifying yao qi, glinting and inestimably sharp.
However, ?as soon as she attempted to contend with the power of the restriction, she shrieked in agony, curled into the fetal position, and trembled.
“This….” Shang Luoyu gave in to abject despair.
The light of the restriction fell like rain, bearing down on both her and the little girl and suppressing them firmly in place!
Whoosh!
Su Yi stretched out his hand and beckoned. The little girl flew uncontrollably through the air, then floated right in front of him.
She looked about five or six, and her hair was in little pigtails. She was fair-skinned with rosy cheeks, an adorable sight.
It was just that she was now curled up in a ball and quivering uncontrollably, as if she’d suffered an enormous shock.
“So, you’re just a newborn weapon spirit. No wonder you’re so weak,” said Su Yi, seeing through her at a glance.
The divine weapons of the Spirit Dao were also known as Spirit Dao Weapons.
It was extremely rare, but some Spirit Dao Weapons could, through their wielder’s repeated effort and tempering, give rise to something called “spiritual consciousness.”
Spirit Dao Treasures capable of giving rise to spiritual consciousnesses were rare, less than one a thousand.
Take the demonic spirit that had possessed Su Hongli. That was the spiritual consciousness born of the Netherworld Thunder Punishment Bell.
If they advanced a step further, spiritual consciousnesses would transform into weapon spirit soul bodies with a definite intelligence and spirituality.
Spirit Treasures capable of possessing weapon spirit soul bodies were less than one in a thousand, and only grandmaster artificers could produce them. Even then, it took an enormous amount of effort and numerous peerless divine materials to produce them, bit by bit.
When a weapon spirit matured, it transformed into a treasure soul.
They were also known as sword souls, saber souls, spear souls, etcetera.
Reaching this level placed them at the very pinnacle among Spirit Treasures!
Such treasures were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. They didn’t just take an enormous amount of sustained time and effort, divine materials, and secretive and mysterious refinement techniques to produce. They required a stroke of fortune or an act of fate!
The type you could find only by chance!
Spirit Dao cultivators would go mad with desire over a spiritual sword with a sword soul. Even Imperial Realm experts would be tempted!
Their terrifying power was far beyond ordinary Spirit Treasures.
The little girl before him was a “weapon spirit” born of “spiritual consciousness.” She was a full level higher than the demonic spirit that had possessed Su Hongli.
Furthermore, she already had a possibility of growing into a “treasure soul”; her potential was enormous.
However, it was obvious that the Celestial Xiezhi Sword had only recently given rise to the little girl; she was delicate and feeble. This was most likely why Shang Luoyu wasn’t afraid of being possessed.
Beneath Su Yi’s evaluating gaze, the little girl trembled with increasing terror and uncertainty.
Clang!
Su Yi stretched out his hand, and the already-restricted Celestial Xiezhi Sword fell into his palm. He then glanced at the little girl. “Be good and go back.”
How could she possibly refuse? She merged back into the Celestial Xiezhi Sword in a flash.
Whap!
The crisp, clear sound of a slap emanated from a distance.
Hua Xinfeng stepped forth, then slapped Shang Luoyu right across her cold, delicate face. “This is for not realizing who you’re dealing with!”
Shang Luoyu’s skin, once as fair as suet, was now red and swollen. She shouted in fury, “If you’re so tough, just kill me!”
Whap!
All she got in response was yet another slap.
Hua Xinfeng said, “That’s for not knowing what’s good for you.”
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
It was obvious that Hua Xinfeng had a bellyful of pent-up fury. She struck Shang Luoyu repeatedly, without the slightest politeness, every blow using her full strength. In the blink of an eye, Shang Luoyu’s hair was disheveled, and her face was as red and swollen as a pig’s.
Her jaw broke, and her teeth flew through the air, leaving her unable even to speak.
The ancients were right; when women tortured other women, they were indeed more brutal than men.
Even Su Yi found it hard to watch. He shook his head. “Just kill her.”
“Uh, okay.” Hua Xinfeng had already vented most of her pent-up fury, and she worried that if she continued, she’d leave a bad impression on Su Yi. Thus, she promptly drew the rusty, mottled sword at her waist and stabbed Shang Luoyu in the heart.
Splurt!
By the time she pulled the sword back out, Shang Luoyu, a legendary figure of the Great Qin’s younger generation, was dead. She fell?in utter?degradation and despair.
Hua Xinfeng lowered her sword, then dashed up to Su Yi and lowered her head in shame, muttering, “I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, Young Lord. She made me lose myself in anger. Normally, I’m too good-natured to torture my foes like that…”