I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1937: Chapter 1937: Ye Qiubai: Senior, Aren’t You Going to Try Again?

The Green Cloud Sword Master never imagined this outcome.

He’d already backed down this much, yet he still got hit with a divine soul restriction.

The restriction’s level was so high, just poking at it made him feel like he was peering into a bottomless abyss.

Sure, his strength was only back up to Boundary God Realm right now.

But back in the day, he was at the very peak of the Creation Realm—a top dog in the six worlds!

What sort of restriction hadn’t he seen before?

Hell, even standing before that unfathomable Imperial Preceptor, he’d never felt a divine soul restriction this overpowering.

Still, the Green Cloud Sword Master didn’t say much—by now, he’d caught on to what kind of guy Lu Chang’sheng was.

”Now, are you at ease, senior?”

At ease?

What if, fusing souls with this punk, he ended up taking them both down with him?

Never mind everything else—he hadn’t even vented his anger yet! If he just croaked now, there’d be nowhere for that anger to go.

Huffing in silence isn’t good for your health, and you won’t sleep well either.

Right then, Netherworld King stepped forward and said, ”Senior, if you merge souls with me, won’t you lose your consciousness? Isn’t that basically death?”

”It’s simple.” The Green Cloud Sword Master, apparently having already planned his way out, chuckled lightly. ”You’ve got a sword spirit, but its rank just isn’t high enough to handle your sword anymore.”

The origins of a sword spirit’s spirit body can vary.

Of course, a sword spirit you nurture yourself can grow as your Sword Dao advances in level.

But for Netherworld King, the one inside the Green Cloud Sword was still hibernating.

Or maybe, with Netherworld King’s ability, he just couldn’t wake it yet.

Basically, aside from the Yuncang Sword, it’s just the Green Cloud Sword now.

Other sword spirits still couldn’t enter the Green Cloud Sword.

Their level just wasn’t high enough...

The Green Cloud Sword Master went on, ”My soul will fuse with yours, but I’ll split off a fragment with its own consciousness to become your sword spirit.”

Hearing this—

Netherworld King was stunned.

The Green Cloud Sword Master, as my sword spirit?

This guy was the top sword cultivator millions of years ago—stood at the six worlds’ summit—and now he was willing to swallow his pride to become a junior’s sword spirit?

You gotta admit, another person would probably rather die than go through with that, just couldn’t swallow the humiliation.

I mean, folks used to looking down on everyone—how could they fall so low as someone’s sidekick? A weak little junior’s at that.

Even Lu Chang’sheng had to give the guy some credit for this call.

Pretty smart—keep yourself alive, gamble on a future.

Dead is dead, and that’s the end of it.

Maybe it was the look of shock on Netherworld King’s face, but the Green Cloud Sword Master smiled helplessly. ”I don’t really have a choice. After millions of years of plotting, after all those failed attempts to break my shackles—the frustration, the obsession... That’s enough to make me let go of all my pride.

Obsession can be terrifying, right?”

”Besides, it’s not like you’ve got a reason to refuse. Not only will merging souls skyrocket your talent and strength, but with me as your sword spirit, your progress in Sword Dao will get a massive boost.”

”Hmm?” Lu Chang’sheng cocked his head and scrutinized the Green Cloud Sword Master.

”Ahem...” Netherworld King coughed as well.

He’d wanted to say... frankly, what his master taught him about Sword Dao was probably way beyond what the Green Cloud Sword Master could offer. Even without him, he could reach sword realms others could only dream of.

On second thought, maybe better not say that aloud.

The guy had swallowed enough pride; no need to rub it in.

The Green Cloud Sword Master spoke again, ”Since I’m going to be your sword spirit, the Yuncang Sword isn’t really up to the task, is it?”

So Netherworld King took out the Green Cloud Sword.

That’s what the Green Cloud Sword Master was hinting at. He’d sensed from the start that the Green Cloud Sword was no ordinary weapon. Only this blade was fit to house him.

The Green Cloud Sword Master was just about to reach for the sword, trying to bond with it.

Netherworld King quickly reached out to stop him. ”Senior, maybe you shouldn’t...”

”Why not?”

Netherworld King answered, ”Just... at your current state, senior, I’m not sure you can handle the sword’s force.”

”Heh.”

The Green Cloud Sword Master laughed. ”Sure, I’m not at my prime, but with my Sword Dao, what sword in this world couldn’t I tame?”

Done talking, he ignored Netherworld King’s warning and laid his hand on the Green Cloud Sword’s scabbard.

Bang!

Outside, nothing happened at all.

But the instant he touched the Green Cloud Sword, the Green Cloud Sword Master felt a tsunami-level might crash down on him!

Overwhelming, unstoppable!

In just a blink, the Green Cloud Sword Master yanked his hand back, terror filling his eyes as he stared at the sword.

At this moment—

The scabbard exuded a faint green glow. To the eye, it looked harmless, but to him, that gentle green glow nearly killed him!

Within, it almost felt as if two cold eyes slowly opened, watching him—and then closed again.

Yet that single look crushed him with unimaginable pressure.

Like the sword was saying: Want to take charge here? Dream on, you’re nowhere near qualified...

Netherworld King hesitated, then asked, ”You okay?”

The Green Cloud Sword Master finally came back to his senses, let out a long breath, and muttered, ”Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hearing that, Netherworld King offered the sword toward him again. ”Want to give it another go, senior?”

The Green Cloud Sword Master: ”...No, that won’t be necessary.”

Netherworld King said, ”Really? You don’t look hurt or anything. Sure you don’t want another shot?”

As he spoke, he nudged the sword forward until it was practically poking the Green Cloud Sword Master in the stomach!

The Green Cloud Sword Master’s eye twitched. He waved his hand and forced a laugh, ”No, no, I appreciate it, but honestly, I’m comfortable enough inside the Yuncang Sword... We’re old friends after all.”

”But didn’t you say the Yuncang Sword wasn’t good enough?”

The Green Cloud Sword Master took a deep breath. ”I’ll just find another sword of suitable rank later.”

Netherworld King asked, ”You’re saying the Green Cloud Sword isn’t high enough level?”

The Green Cloud Sword Master snapped, at his wits’ end, ”It’s enough! Way more than enough! I just can’t get inside, all right? That sword spirit glared at me once and I don’t dare mess with that sword again—happy now?”

Saying that, he couldn’t help but give himself a slap.

Big mouth! Damn big mouth!

Why’d you have to act all tough?

Lu Chang’sheng watched the two bicker, lost in thought.

Are they dumb, or just pretending?

But when he caught the gleam of mischief in Netherworld King’s eyes, Lu Chang’sheng smirked coldly to himself.

No wonder—same sect, after all. Looks like Xu Yeming’s scheming ways have rubbed off on him too.

”All right, enough screwing around, let’s get this done—while I’m still watching. I’ve got important stuff to handle!”

Lu Chang’sheng had to keep an eye out for every move the Immortal Realm made. Since he’d stepped in, he wasn’t about to let any slip-up slide!

The Yuncang Sword was already in the Green Cloud Sword Master’s hand.

No way Netherworld King was gonna get another chance to needle him.

The Green Cloud Sword Master drew a soul fragment and merged it into the Yuncang Sword. Then his main soul drifted toward Netherworld King’s brow.

If Netherworld King kept talking, he just might die of irritation first!