Spirit Ruin, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Boom!

A terrifying, unstoppable force swept through the entire space. Even the Red Lotus Sword withdrew its energy submissively, terrified of provoking Sword Spirit.

Li Guanqi stepped onto the altar and lamented, “Sister Sword Spirit… isn’t related to me at all.”

Peng Luo lay pressed into the ground, white foam bubbling from his mouth, eyes rolled back. But when he heard Li Guanqi’s words, he spat.

“She’s… just a woman… Why… are you afraid of her?!”

Li Guanqi’s mouth twitched. He stomped hard on Peng Luo twice and shouted, “Just a woman?! That’s a goddess! A beautiful goddess more radiant than anything in the nine heavens! Say that again, I dare you!”

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Ahhh! Ahh! It hurts! You… Ahh! Stop hitting me! Step on me again and you’re gonna squeeze my poop out!”

Buzz!

A hologram of a broken red sword materialized in the space above. The translucent image sliced countless tears through reality, large and small. It had only just appeared, yet the surrounding space had already buckled under its power.It didn’t even radiate an aura, but it still evoked terror in Li Guanqi’s heart. Even the Red Lotus Sword trembled violently, terrified by the hologram.

Peng Luo felt the world-destroying power too. Lying in a deep crater, his eyes flashed. With his face covered in blood, he climbed out. “That’s… not an aura from the Spirit World! Who is that chick?!”

Li Guanqi frowned, killing intent flooding his eyes. He opened his left hand, and the Red Lotus Sword flew into his grip.

Boom!

His aura skyrocketed to the peak of the mid Divine Transformation Realm.

Boom!

Vital force surged through Li Guanqi’s body, and boundless lightning crackled around him, amplified by his two heavenly flames. The lightning twisted into a terrifying cage. A flash of red sword light pierced Peng Luo like a thunderbolt, pinning him in the crater.

Li Guanqi gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and glared down at him. “What the hell are you?”

Li Guanqi could sense that Sword Spirit was in a very delicate state. If she could fully merge with the bone sword, her body would become half as good as a physical body—she’d be able to cultivate on her own, no longer needing his help.

If Sword Spirit succeeded, she could help him more and even manifest in the physical world temporarily.

Peng Luo is a random spirit from the Hell Rivers region. How did he sense that Sword Spirit didn’t belong to the Spirit World?

Peng Luo was shocked. He hadn’t expected Li Guanqi to be so strong. The lightning power tearing through his body bypassed all his defenses, and the two great flames nearby terrified him.

His face lost its prior lackadaisical attitude. He glanced at the slumbering Sword Spirit, then at Li Guanqi. “Because… I came down here from the Immortal World myself! That’s why I can sense the subtle aura on her.”

Li Guanqi’s killing intent flared. He wouldn’t let anything that could threaten Sword Spirit exist.

As he slowly pulled out his sword, Peng Luo shouted, “Don’t kill me! I can sign a master-servant contract!”

Li Guanqi paused, then looked at Sword Spirit.

“Don’t kill him. Sign the contract.”

Startled, Li Guanqi replied, “Wouldn’t he affect you? I should just kill him.”

“No. When he grows bigger, he’ll be of help to you. And… he’s not strong enough to threaten me.”

Li Guanqi fell silent for a moment. Soon, he turned to Peng Luo and said, “Alright.”

He tapped his finger on Peng Luo’s brow and drew out a dot of spirit light. Then, following Sword Spirit’s instructions, he sliced his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood.

A circular contract appeared in the air.

Peng Luo hung his head in submission as the contract dissolved into spirit light and shot into both their brows.

Li Guanqi could feel everything Peng Luo felt. He could kill him with a thought.

He began pulling his sword out…

“Ahh!” Peng Luo screamed. “It hurts… I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! Big Sister, hug me…”

Li Guanqi’s face darkened. He grabbed Peng Luo by the head and lifted him. “You’d better treat her with more respect. I wanted to kill you. She’s the one who stopped me. Watch your mouth and don’t say anything you shouldn’t.”

Peng Luo’s gaze didn’t leave Sword Spirit. He crossed his arms and huffed. “If you ask around, you’ll learn that I, Peng Luo, have the tightest lips in the Hell Rivers region! One time, someone beat me for three days and three nights, and I didn’t say a single word.”

Li Guanqi’s mouth twitched. “Why? Because they stuffed your mouth full?”

Peng Luo froze, then looked around suspiciously. “Were you there too?”

Li Guanqi was so exasperated he just laughed it off. He didn’t bother with Peng Luo anymore.

He turned to look at Sword Spirit, then erected a barrier and shattered hundreds of spirit stones inside it.

He brought Peng Luo out of the sword box. Leaving him inside would only invite trouble.

He was still holding Peng Luo when they emerged from the sword coffin. Peng Luo mused, “What an amazing space! It can fit living beings too! It’s basically a private paradise.”

Li Guanqi glanced at him, then tossed him aside. “If you ever tell a soul what happened, I’ll slice you up and boil you for soup.”

He raised his hand. The grumpy Nine Heavens woke up and became as big as Li Guanqi’s arm.

Peng Luo panicked. He fell on his backside and scrambled backward. “Fuck! A real dragon!”

Nine Heavens nudged Li Guanqi and then turned to look at Peng Luo, greed shining in its eyes.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Nine Heavens coiled itself around Peng Luo, its massive head looming over him.

Peng Luo’s eyes went wide. Paralyzed with fear, he let the dragon lick his face. He turned to Li Guanqi and said, “Brother… Father… I’d never tell anyone… This is… too scary… Or did you come from up there too? I’ll be so obedient! I’ll never cause trouble… Just ask Brother Dragon not to lick me… I’m going to pee myself at this rate…”