The Blade Spirit Chooses Its Master

Liu Qingnu looked at Lin Yi, a gentle yet slightly arrogant smile on his face.

"Brother, would you be willing to part with this blade? Of course, I won't let you come for nothing. I'm willing to offer five taels of silver as tea money."

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow.

This fellow was dressed plainly, yet his offer was generous.

Five taels of silver wasn't a small sum.

However, considering he was a martial artist, it made sense.

"I like this saber too. Why don't we go by who came first? How about I give you five taels of silver as tea money, and you leave? That would be doing a good deed." Lin Yi said.

A great fortune was here.

Lin Yi had no intention of giving it up.

Even if this person had great luck, there was no reason for him to back down.

Liu Qingnu frowned, his True Qi subtly released, exuding a unique aura belonging to a martial artist.

Lin Yi chuckled, releasing his own True Qi and blood energy.

Liu Qingnu was stunned, clearly not having recovered from the shock that Lin Yi was also a martial artist.

Immediately after, an overwhelming aura pressed down.

The martial artist's auras clashed between the two, and for a moment, they were evenly matched.

Liu Qingnu and Master Wu were both slightly taken aback, a shock rippling through their minds simultaneously.

Liu Qingnu hadn't expected to encounter a peer of seemingly good strength while casually out shopping. A hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

Master Wu didn't know Lin Yi's background, but he was well aware of Liu Qingnu's.

Liu Qingnu's ancestors had once saved a Demonic Beast, which, after a hundred years, transformed into a Great Demon and came to repay the kindness.

This favor naturally fell upon Liu Qingnu.

Liu Qingnu already possessed Grade A Bone Structure. Later, the Great Demon used its Natal True Blood to help Liu Qingnu purify his body, refine his blood energy and physique, and imprinted one of its Natal Demonic Arts onto his bone structure.

Therefore, among the younger generation in Jiaqing County.

Apart from the disciple recently taken in by Rainbow Martial Hall who possessed a special Destiny, Liu Qingnu here was considered the most talented.

As for Lin Yi.

Previously, due to the obscuring effect of the Corpse Qi, Master Wu had only vaguely sensed that Lin Yi was a martial artist, but he hadn't been able to discern his specific level.

However, Lin Yi's aura now not being inferior to Liu Qingnu's was unexpected for Master Wu.

Generally speaking, a martial artist's aura often indicated the quality of their True Qi.

The quality of Lin Yi's True Qi being comparable to Liu Qingnu's.

It gave Master Wu the feeling that he had misjudged.

"Brother, you're also a martial artist!" The arrogance on Liu Qingnu's face vanished, replaced by a fighting spirit towards a strong peer.

Lin Yi nodded.

"Hahaha, then the ownership of this saber will be easy to decide." Liu Qingnu laughed. "Since we are both martial artists, let's decide the ownership of this saber in a martial artist's way!"

"Since ancient times, treasures of heaven and earth belong to the strong. Why don't we decide the fate of this saber through a duel?"

"No." Lin Yi shook his head.

Liu Qingnu was taken aback, his brow furrowing, a hint of disappointment in his heart.

Liu Qingnu believed that competitiveness was inherent in every martial artist.

If a person lacked competitiveness, it proved they lacked the ability and the spirit of a martial artist.

This person, with seemingly not weak True Qi quality, didn't show fear when challenged. Even with great talent, he lacked the spirit of forging ahead.

It was a waste of his talent and martial cultivation.

Lin Yi's thinking was simple.

He didn't engage in pointless martial duels.

Martial combat that didn't involve life and death, besides exposing his foundation, attracting attention and covetousness, had no other meaning.

He would lie low when he should, and utterly destroy when he needed to.

Lin Yi said:

"The alley is narrow, not conducive to fist and foot combat. Outside the alley, it's noisy and chaotic, neither suitable for a martial duel."

"I have an idea."

Lin Yi bent down, picked up the long saber from the ground, and simultaneously channeled True Qi onto the blade. With a sudden swing.

Rustle!

The black rust on the blade fell off in pieces, revealing a bright, clean surface. Strange dark patterns emerged on the blade.

The sound of air being torn apart was sharp, and the entire narrow alley was suddenly enveloped in a chilling aura.

"What a good blade!"

Lin Yi's eyes sharpened.

Seeing the fine blade, Liu Qingnu's eyes also lit up, instantly filled with the joy of a hunter spotting prey.

"Brother, what should I call you?" Lin Yi looked at Liu Qingnu.

"My surname is Liu," Liu Qingnu replied instinctively.

"Good!" Lin Yi raised the blade and held it up to the sunlight. "Brother Liu, is this blade sharp?"

Liu Qingnu's eyes were now completely captivated by the blade. "Sharp! The sharpest I've ever seen!"

Lin Yi said, "Since that's the case, a good blade has a spirit. You and I both fancy this blade, so why not let the spirit residing within choose its master!"

Master Wu: "..."

Here we go again?

Master Wu felt the entire process was a bit too familiar.

However, Master Wu was also curious about how Lin Yi would let the blade spirit choose its master next.

"Blade spirit chooses its master?" Liu Qingnu's eyes brightened. He had never heard of such a saying before.

If the precious blade truly had a spirit, it would naturally choose the person it deemed compatible.

Liu Qingnu believed he had always been a fortunate person since childhood.

He possessed Grade A Bone Structure from birth and later the physique of Great Demon Blood Purge.

If the precious blade had a spirit, it might not necessarily choose him!

"If the blade spirit can truly choose its master, I will respect its choice. How should we proceed?" Liu Qingnu asked.

"It's simple. Just follow my lead," Lin Yi smiled.

The next second, Lin Yi extended his arm holding the blade straight out, flicked his wrist, and tossed the entire blade upwards, spinning.

The long blade shot up over ten zhang high, paused slightly, and then, spinning, it descended directly towards the arm that had not yet retracted.

Lin Yi closed his eyes and stood motionless.

Liu Qingnu's pupils contracted sharply, and he took half a step back.

He understood.

This was not about testing the blade spirit at all; it was a gamble—a gamble on whether the falling blade would sever that arm.

A madman!

A naked madman!

He finally understood Lin Yi's method for testing the blade spirit.

It was to see if the blade would cut off his arm after it fell.

If the arm was not cut off.

It meant the so-called blade spirit recognized him.

In that case, the long blade would belong to him.

If, however, the arm was cut off.

It meant the blade spirit did not recognize him.

Then it would be his turn.

But did he really dare?

To gamble his own arm for a blade.

He didn't dare!

He had a bright future ahead of him; how could he let it be ruined for a mere blade?

However, if he didn't even give the so-called blade spirit a chance to recognize him, would he still be qualified to compete with the other party for this blade?

The answer was no.

This was an open scheme!

A naked, open scheme!

No matter what, this blade would not belong to him.

Liu Qingnu gave a bitter smile.

He had lost.

And he was convinced.

Looking at Lin Yi, who stood with his eyes closed, Liu Qingnu couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat, along with shame for having underestimated him earlier by calling him a coward.

This guy...

He was truly a madman, a ruthless individual!

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