The Supreme of the Martial World, Dragon Slaying Saber

"Xiao Yan, have some tea." Bibi Dong beckoned Su Yan to sit down and poured him a cup of clear tea.

It had to be said, the tea leaves of this Douluo Continent were truly top-notch, the water was sweet, and the brewed tea was exceptionally fragrant.

Su Yan took a light sip, the aroma lingering between his lips and teeth.

Suddenly, a golden lightning bolt burst forth. The Electric Mouse, cheeks crackling with a thunderclap, jumped up: "Pika!"

It warily scanned its surroundings until it saw Su Yan, then relaxed slightly, the lightning in its cheek pouches slowly receding.

"God Pikachu, you're awake!" Su Yan said, reaching out to pick up Pikachu, only for a golden flash to envelop his entire body.

Zzzzzt!

Su Yan's hairstyle once again became a spiky hedgehog head, though the burnt smell was much fainter—whether due to God Pikachu going easy on him or Su Yan's own resistance improving.

Beside God Pikachu, Zhu Zhuqing's brows were tightly knit, her body writhing in struggle, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

She occasionally shouted, "Sister! Sister!"

Su Yan sighed, guessing it was about those messy imperial affairs in the Star Luo Empire.

After a while, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes. Her already cold gaze now carried a layer of frost, and the sense of helplessness that had shrouded her mostly vanished.

She took a deep breath, pulling her thoughts back to the present.

Pikachu jumped into her arms, nuzzling happily: "Pika, pika~"

Zhu Zhuqing's expression instantly softened. She hugged Pikachu tightly and smiled.

Tang Chi was much quieter, only whimpering softly as tears streamed down his cheeks.

His sobbing stopped abruptly, and he too woke up. His face was the same, but his demeanor seemed to have shifted.

He wiped away his tears, leaving only a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Xue Ke was the quietest of the three—no sound, no expression, no change throughout. When she woke, her first words were: "Instructor, I want to cultivate!"

Bibi Dong reached out and ruffled her hair, then agreed.

Beside them, Ah Rou leaned in and whispered, "Little one, you need to think carefully. This person isn't exactly... well, anyway..."

"What were you trying to say?" Bibi Dong's voice drifted over coolly, and Ah Rou ultimately couldn't finish her sentence, letting it drop.

Seeing that the sky was growing late, Bibi Dong decided to rest here for the night and set out early the next day.

As the night deepened, Zhu Zhuqing approached Bibi Dong: "Instructor, there's something I'd like to discuss with you alone."

The two walked off to the side. When they returned, Bibi Dong's face was grave as she held Zhu Zhuqing in her arms to comfort her.

Tang Chi stepped forward next: "Saintess Instructor, there's something I'd like to tell you."

Bibi Dong, who had just returned, went out again. When she came back, her face was full of disbelief, her beautiful eyes repeatedly scanning Tang Chi's face.

With that settled, the night passed without incident.

The next morning, the group arrived at the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest. Ma Xiunuo was already waiting outside with his carriage.

The area outside was as lively as ever, with many people gathered around a stall.

The vendor was saying: "As the legend goes, the martial world's supreme, the blade that slays dragons, commands all under heaven, none dare defy; the heaven-defying sword appears, who dares contend?"

"In my hands here, I have a blade forged from top-grade Mysterious Iron—the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade. It cuts through iron like mud, and a hair blown against it will split—no trouble at all."

"If any Lord Soul Master doesn't believe me, feel free to come up and test it!"

Su Yan stopped, rubbing his ears in disbelief.

He heard the vendor continue: "I also have a fragment of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber here. It not only records the unmatched power of the Dragon-Slaying Blade but also the whereabouts of another divine weapon, the Heaven-Defying Sword. I'll throw that in as a bonus."

"How much are you selling it for?" someone asked.

The vendor held up five fingers: "Five hundred Gold Soul Coins!"

"Five hundred? Why don't you just rob us!"

"Exactly, weapon soul masters can't use it, and beast soul masters don't need it."

"Normal support soul masters have teammates, so they don't need to fight themselves either."

"Let's go, let's go!"

The vendor's face flushed red, and he hurriedly said, "Don't leave, don't leave! This Dragon-Slaying Blade has a great origin!"

But no matter how he called out, the crowd dispersed.

No one would spend five hundred Gold Soul Coins on a weapon they couldn't use.

"Boss, how much for this blade?"

A childish voice rang out. The vendor quickly looked up and saw a child with black hair and black eyes, dressed in fine, form-fitting clothes—clearly from a wealthy family. He held up one finger: "One thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Su Yan was silent. This swindler.

He thought for a moment, then slowly raised one finger.

"One hundred?" the vendor said hesitantly.

Su Yan shook his head. "One. Gold Soul Coin."

"Not for sale." The vendor stomped his foot in frustration. "Kid, this is the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade. Look at the material, look at the grain—how could it be fake?"

Su Yan focused his gaze and saw that the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade was entirely golden, its blade gleaming with chilling light, a golden dragon coiled along the spine, its tail winding all the way to the hilt.

Legend had it that the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade was forged from the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword combined with Western Fine Gold. Just standing near it, Su Yan felt a biting cold, his hairs standing on end, a faint but palpable pressure surging through the air.

The real deal.

The egg inside his body trembled as well.

"You're not a dragon, so what are you afraid of?" Su Yan hugged Egglet to soothe it, but the egg only shook more violently.

"You really are a dragon?" Su Yan asked.

The egg quivered once.

"No kidding, well I'll be damned!" Su Yan marveled, then had to face the swindler before him.

"Rock-bottom price, five hundred Gold Soul Coins!" The vendor spoke with conviction, as if burning his bridges—anything below five hundred, and this deal was off.

Su Yan narrowed his eyes. He'd seen this move before.

A lion striking a rabbit, a sovereign ruling the world!

He slowly raised two fingers. "Two Gold Soul Coins, final offer."

This move was called: calm in crisis, tit for tat!

The vendor was startled—he'd met his match. Taking a deep breath, he folded two of his five fingers. "You and I have fate, three hundred seals the deal."

Su Yan wasn't rushed. He extended another finger. "Since we have fate, three coins also seal it."

The vendor made as if to put away the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade, but Su Yan turned and walked away without hesitation.

"Hold on." The vendor spoke first, his momentum halved. "Seeing that young brother has an impressive air, I'll take a loss—one hundred Gold Soul Coins."

Unmoved by the words, Su Yan slowly spread his entire palm. "Five."

"Deal!" The vendor quickly thrust the Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade into Su Yan's hands, then shoved half a scroll of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber at him, terrified the deal might fall through.

Su Yan examined the blade, scrutinizing it from end to end.

Outside, fine iron silenced heaven and earth; inside, a dragon's roar stirred the cosmos.

The dragon egg inside him was even more terrified—proof enough that it was genuine.

He reached for his belt, then suddenly froze.

He seemed to have no money. He'd never once collected the subsidy from Martial Soul Hall. He quickly called out, "Master!"

Bibi Dong had long since stopped to watch what this little one was up to. She casually tossed over a money pouch—inside, not just five coins, but a hundred would be plenty.

Su Yan handed five Gold Soul Coins to the vendor, completing the transaction.

"Oh wow, someone actually bought that piece of junk."

"Look at his clothes—he's a rich young master. That money's not even pocket change to him."

"Let's hurry and grab some weapons too. Make up a name, make up a story, sell it for a good price."

"What should we call it? I only know the Firewood Knife."

"You idiot. This one's called the Dragon-Slaying Blade. Just grab any old thing and call it... a Dragon-Slaying Sword, Dragon-Slaying Spear, Dragon-Slaying Halberd—anything works!"

"Right, right!"

On the way back, Su Yan sat cross-legged, placing the Dragon-Slaying Blade on his knees, gently stroking its intricate patterns.

"Xiao Yan, why did you buy this blade?"

"Master, don't you think it's incredibly imposing?" Su Yan said, full of pride.

Bibi Dong stared at the blade for a long time, then slowly nodded, saying nothing more.

Zhu Zhuqing muttered softly, "That handle would be uncomfortable even for chopping firewood."

Only Tang Chi was equally excited, hefting his heavy hammer and asking, "Didn't they say this blade can cut through iron like mud? Want to give it a try?"