I Will Be the Sharpest Sword in Your Hand

Three days passed in the snap of a finger.

In those three days, all of Ziwei Mountain grew busy.

Because the trial in the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southern Border was about to begin! Every Chen Family disciple was putting all their strength into cultivation, or preparing all sorts of talismans and weapons, striving to soar to the heavens in one leap during the Southern Border Trial, and then represent the Chen Family in the Eastern Xuan Region Tournament held once every ten years! Among these people, the Chen Family's concubine-born and collateral-branch disciples were especially hardworking.

All they wanted was to perform outstandingly in the Southern Border Trial this time, so the Chen Family's Family Head would see their effort and excellence, and value them a little more.

Chen Zhixing, on the other hand, remained calm. No matter how busy or fiercely competitive others became, he still lived his life in an orderly fashion.

Every day, aside from entering the Secret Chamber to cultivate as usual, he would tease Bi Luo a little.

Sword Spirit Qing Zhi, who lay in the Secret Chamber cultivating, had originally thought that in these three days, this fellow called Chen Zhixing would surely torment and humiliate her in every possible way.

However.

To her surprise, forget humiliating and tormenting her—after Chen Zhixing entered this Secret Chamber, he actually seemed as if he had never even glanced at her. Every time he finished cultivating, he calmly left.

Even when she took the initiative to speak to him, this fellow called Chen Zhixing never paid her any mind.

This left Qing Zhi, who had originally prepared herself mentally for fierce resistance, feeling faintly awkward.

Later on, out of sheer boredom, she could not help but start observing Chen Zhixing.

Then.

She discovered, with incomparable horror, that this half-grown youth's cultivation had actually reached Spirit Travel Peak!

He was only a hair's breadth away from the True Self Realm!!

A Spirit Wandering Realm peak cultivator in his teens! What kind of concept was that?!

Forget Ye Chen being far, far inferior—even her Sword God, who was hailed as having heaven-bestowed divine bearing and as an unprecedented prodigy of the sword path from ancient times to now, would fall far short!

"This cultivation speed... can be considered breaking every historical myth and record, right?"

Qing Zhi was shaken.

And that was not all.

After that, she made another utterly terrifying discovery: Chen Zhixing's comprehension was so high it could be called shocking to the world and appalling to the heavens!

No matter what cultivation method reached his hands, after merely studying it several times, he could completely replicate it!

He could even infer three from one, bringing out effects even stronger than the original!

Even the sword path she was most proud of was the same! The path of the sword was not like spell arts, where once you understood, you understood.

The sword path required countless days and nights of constant practice.

Even a simple straight thrust had to be practiced hundreds and thousands of times over!

But Chen Zhixing?

She watched with her own eyes as Chen Zhixing went from a complete outsider who had not even entered the door, to his swordsmanship Entering the Hall—and it had only taken him three days!

In the end, she reached a conclusion in her heart.

"Monster! This is a monster that not even all the ancient histories could record or tell of!!"

On this day.

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged in the Secret Chamber, cultivating as usual.

He wore a Moon White Long Robe, his pitch-black hair hanging loose, his entire person entering a meditative state.

With every breath he took, massive amounts of spiritual energy surged toward him of their own accord and entered his body.

Qing Zhi was secretly observing from the side.

Suddenly.

"Three days are up. Have you thought it through?"

Chen Zhixing slowly opened both eyes, their depths dark and calm.

The moment these words fell, Sword Spirit Qing Zhi could not help but freeze.

During these three days, Chen Zhixing had given her too many shocks, making her forget this matter for a moment.

Within a stretch of Void Space.

She opened her mouth, and words of refusal were about to blurt out by instinct.

However, she forcibly swallowed the words back and fell silent instead.

The reason she had rejected Chen Zhixing before was, first, because she felt someone like Chen Zhixing was fickle, ruthless in his methods, and surely a bloodthirsty person who regarded life as grass.

But over these three days, under her careful observation, she discovered that Chen Zhixing was not tainted with any bloody aura.

Aside from that, there was another reason.

She did not want to fall into Chen Zhixing's hands and become the butcher's blade that helped a tyrant do evil whenever Chen Zhixing committed wicked deeds!

But now, she could not help but ask herself from the heart.

With Chen Zhixing's talent and strength, if he truly wanted to do evil, would he need her? Would there really be much difference whether he had her or not?

All sorts of thoughts made Qing Zhi sink into contemplation.

Chen Zhixing did not hurry her. He only watched her quietly.

A moment passed.

A cool female voice, carrying a trace of complexity, rang out in Chen Zhixing's mind.

"Chen Zhixing, I can be used by you, but you have to promise me one thing. You cannot take me and do evil with me. Can you do that?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhixing said calmly, "Master Qing Zhi, are you negotiating with me? A kind reminder: right now, you have no chips with which to make demands of me."

"All right."

Qing Zhi Sword Spirit could not help sinking into dejection. After thinking for a long while, as if she had finally made up her mind, she said, "Then I have one more request. If you agree, from now on, I will be the sharpest sword in your hand. How about it?"

Chen Zhixing keenly noticed that the "demand" in Qing Zhi Sword Spirit's words had become a "request."

"Speak first," Chen Zhixing said with a nod.

"Later... in the future, if your strength becomes great, even to the point where you have hope of reaching for longevity, can you help me search for the Sword God's whereabouts?"

Qing Zhi Sword Spirit looked at Chen Zhixing pitifully as she spoke.

This was her greatest long-cherished wish!

She absolutely did not believe that someone as powerful as the Sword God would simply vanish into the boundless world without a sound.

"I can," Chen Zhixing uttered two words.

Within the Void Space, Qing Zhi Sword Spirit immediately let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Thank you!" she said with utter sincerity.

"Heh, we're all family now, so what's there to thank me for?"

A smile rose on Chen Zhixing's face, and he felt a faint joy in his heart as well.

This was a former Longevity Weapon!

Looking across the entire Cultivation World, even Longevity Weapons were probably exceedingly few in number! To say he was not the least bit excited would be a lie.

The next moment, Chen Zhixing flipped his right hand, and five Divine Weapons that had reached the Penetrating Clarity level instantly appeared before him.

"Here, a meeting gift I prepared for you," Chen Zhixing said with a faint smile.

In an instant, Qing Zhi Sword Spirit stared at the five Penetrating Clarity Weapons piled together, her eyes going completely straight.

It was the dizzying feeling of a Grand Ceremony falling from the heavens! My heavens, he made a move and it was five Penetrating Clarity Weapons—this was far too lavish!

Then thinking back to Ye Chen—she had followed him for several months before, and forget Penetrating Clarity Weapons, she had not even seen many Treasure Artifacts that had entered the ranks!

To think that she, a mighty Longevity Weapon, had ended up bitterly gnawing on scrap copper and rotten iron every day!

Compared like this, Qing Zhi only felt that she had abandoned the dark and turned toward the light far too late!

Whoosh! In an instant! The Qing Zhi Ancient Sword shot into the sky, spun once in midair, then landed on one of the five Penetrating Clarity Divine Weapons.

Hiss! Strand after strand of invisible Soldier Qi, fine as silk and thread, surged from that Penetrating Clarity Weapon into the body of the Qing Zhi Ancient Sword.

A little radiance immediately rose from the Qing Zhi Ancient Sword, and almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, her aura began to grow stronger.

Crack!

In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, that Penetrating Clarity Divine Weapon split into pieces, turning into a pile of waste dust, without the slightest spirituality remaining.

Then, the second piece.

The third piece.

The fourth piece.

The fifth piece.

One hour later, "Burp~~."

Accompanied by a burp, the Qing Zhi Ancient Sword swayed as she flew up from the ground, then flew toward Chen Zhixing, constantly circling up and down around him.

"Is... is there any more?"

Sword Spirit Qing Zhi swallowed and said pitifully.