Unmatched in Attack, Black-and-White World, Sword Named: Inverse Scale!

Su Han leaped from the deep pool and landed back on solid ground.

At that moment, countless droplets blasted into the air came pouring down like a torrential rain toward Su Han and the area around him.

"Sever!"

Delight filled Su Han's eyes as he gave a low shout.

Clang!

The black sword in Su Han's hand suddenly shattered, ringing with a crisp metallic chime.

Countless Black Fragments, wreathed in red Demonic Energy, precisely struck every droplet that might have fallen upon Su Han.

Only after every drop had fallen did it stop.

"Hoo~"

Su Han let out a soft breath and gave the hilt a slight shake.

The next second—

Thousands of fragments returned to their places, reforming into an incomparably sharp black demonic sword covered in cracks.

"Good sword!"

Su Han chuckled, holding the sword horizontally before him as he stared intently at this demonic sword forged from his own blood, a sword that belonged to him alone. His eyes brimmed with amazement and fervor.

The entire sword was black as ink, exuding a mysterious, icy chill.

Across the blade's countless fine cracks, red flashes occasionally streaked past like lightning.

At the hilt, the red Blood Devouring Pearl resembled a demon's eye. It radiated violent Demonic Nature like blazing scarlet flames, ceaselessly transmitting immense power into the blade.

The vivid red and pitch-black blade formed a stark contrast, delivering a powerful visual impact.

Seeing this, Su Han ran a finger over the blade.

"Be quiet."

As soon as Su Han spoke—

The black sword, which had just been displaying astonishing phenomena, immediately settled down. The Blood Devouring Pearl no longer raged either.

Now, the demonic sword looked like nothing more than an ordinary mortal blade forged from black iron. No one would have guessed that its power even surpassed that of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

Joy flashed through Su Han's eyes, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"This sword was blood-refined from the Blood Devouring Pearl and the Soul-Absorbing Rod. Going by the original story, it should be called the Soul-Devouring Sword."

"But its abilities also drew from the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, unmatched in the world for attacking without defending. Normally, it is a magical treasure, an indestructible sharp sword."

"But as long as I wish it!"

"It can instantly transform into countless fragments and pierce an enemy's defenses from any impossible angle."

"And also..."

Su Han gently swept the sword through the air.

Instantly, sword energy resembling a barrier spread outward from Su Han, rippling red through the air until it stopped a hundred meters away.

And within that barrier—

Other than Su Han, everything between heaven and earth—flowing water, trees, even Tian Ling'er's clothes—lost all color.

Only... black and white remained!

As he looked at the world around him, excitement and surprise flashed through Su Han's eyes.

"I never expected that after my deliberate refinement, you would develop a unique power that never existed in the original story."

"Since that is the case, your name shall be—Inverse Scale!"

Bzzzz—!

As Su Han's words fell, the Inverse Scale Sword in his hand gave a soft hum, as though responding to its master, Su Han!

Su Han casually took the refined steel longsword from his waist and tossed it into the deep pool.

Then he sheathed the Inverse Scale Sword.

"You'll have to make do for now. Later, I'll find you a scabbard worthy of you."

Bzzz~

The Inverse Scale Sword trembled faintly.

Then everything returned to normal, and the riot of colors around Su Han was restored.

"This time, I gained quite a lot!"

Su Han looked at the deep pool behind him and sighed, unable to conceal the delight in his voice.

Then he rubbed his wrists, adjusting to the temporary weakness in his body caused by losing a third of his Qi and Blood.

Only after fully adapting did he walk toward Tian Ling'er, who was still unconscious beneath the tree.

"Little girl, thank you for helping me find the Soul-Absorbing Rod so smoothly this time."

Su Han reached out and carried the soft Tian Ling'er in his arms. Looking at her sleeping face as she lay unconscious, he smiled at her.

Then he looked toward the rock wall overhead.

Although losing a third of his blood had greatly reduced Su Han's stamina for the moment—

He still had the foundation of the third level of Great Brahma Prajna. He remained far beyond ordinary people.

Thus, after only a few leaps, Su Han was already carrying Tian Ling'er back to the top of the gorge.

"Time to return to Great Bamboo Peak!"

"I just wonder whether Martial Aunt Su Ru will be worried."

As he spoke, Su Han looked at Tian Ling'er's little bottom and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"Poor kid. Going back this late, it looks like you won't be escaping a good spanking with a bamboo rod..."

"But it's fine. Consider it making up for your childhood."

With that, Su Han burst into laughter and headed through the Bamboo Forest toward Great Bamboo Peak.

After an unknown amount of time passed—

Su Han was carrying Tian Ling'er along the road back.

Suddenly, he sensed Tian Ling'er twitch lightly in his arms.

"Mm~"

"Su Han, it's dangerous. Run..."

Tian Ling'er murmured those words. Her voice was soft, yet it warmed Su Han's heart.

He lowered his head and saw Tian Ling'er's brows slightly furrowed. Her little feet kept kicking faintly, as though she were trapped in an uneasy dream.

Seeing this, Su Han gently patted Tian Ling'er's back and said softly, "Ling'er, be good. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

As though she had heard Su Han's voice, Tian Ling'er stopped struggling and slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze remained somewhat dazed, as if she did not know where she was.

After a moment, she looked at the emerald-green Bamboo Forest around them.

"Su Han, where are we?" Tian Ling'er asked softly.

Su Han smiled.

"We're on the way back to Great Bamboo Peak. You suddenly fainted earlier. You really scared me."

Hearing Su Han's words, Tian Ling'er seemed to recall what had happened in the gorge.

She hurriedly looked at Su Han with concern. "Su Han, are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me?"

Su Han shook his head.

"That's good."

Tian Ling'er seemed to let out a breath of relief, her eyes still full of lingering fear.

"That place just now was so strange."

"The moment I stepped onto that black scorched ground, my body went limp, and then I didn't know anything after that."

Su Han smiled. "It was indeed rather strange, but I already dealt with it. There won't be any problems in the future."

"Dealt with it?"

Hearing Su Han's words, curiosity flashed through Tian Ling'er's eyes. She seemed to find a more comfortable position and rested her head against Su Han's arm.

"Huh?"

At that moment—

Tian Ling'er finally seemed to notice something important.

She suddenly realized that Su Han was carrying her in his arms.

Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She struggled repeatedly, kicking her little legs as she cried, "Su... Su Han, put me down!"

Su Han looked at the flustered Tian Ling'er. "Alright."

Then, smiling, he set her down.

The moment Tian Ling'er's feet touched the ground and she steadied herself, she quickly turned around and pretended to straighten her skirt, not daring to look at Su Han at all.

"Um... Su Han, let's hurry back."

Tian Ling'er's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

The corners of Su Han's lips rose slightly. "Alright."

When Tian Ling'er saw Su Han agree, she quickly walked ahead, trying to conceal her embarrassment.

Su Han followed behind Tian Ling'er, looking at her back as he smiled and shook his head.

Chirp chirp chirp~

Before the two had walked far, Su Han suddenly heard several faint, almost inaudible urgent cries from the distance.