Wang Qi sighed softly. "So... how should I put this? You're exchanging coded signals with me, aren't you?"
He raised the iron sword. This sword had been refined into something exceptionally bizarre. It was fully two meters long, yet its blade was thin and brittle, with only a single line along its edge being incomparably sharp.
Even stranger, an exceedingly complex talisman array had been engraved upon the hilt, obstructing the flow of immortal power. Wang Qi found it difficult to directly pour immortal power into it and reinforce the blade.
If this sort of blade stabbed into anything even slightly hard, it would probably shatter like a biscuit at once, wouldn't it?
Wang Qi asked doubtfully, "I'm supposed to sterilize and disinfect them, right? Why give me this sword? I'd be better off bare-handed."
"No, this sword is not a tool for treating them. It is the weapon for your next trial." The gray-robed strange man smiled. "Either use this sword to kill that enemy directly, and the talisman array on the sword will be undone, allowing immortal power to reinforce the entire blade. But no matter what, aside from swordsmanship, you may not use any other methods. Otherwise, I will intervene and increase the difficulty of the trial."
Wang Qi was dumbfounded. "What kind of rotten rule is that?"
"That is simply the rule. Only after you survive this final trial will you have the leisure to slowly treat those fellow travelers of yours." The gray-robed strange man smiled. "That's how it is."
Wang Qi slapped himself across the face. "I'm really a piece of trash—sorry, world. I apologize to the world. I'm a goddamned bastard."
The gray-robed strange man did not care. He put on another show of turning a page and said, "What you are about