Changing Swords

This He Incense Master is also a sword cultivator. His concern for his Flying Sword suggests he might be coveting the Geng-Gold Sword.

A shadow crossed Chen Changming's eyes at the thought.

He knew very well that He Changlie and Liao Yunfang were birds of a feather, both blinded by greed and willing to betray principles for personal gain.

"Since Incense Master He wishes to take a look, how could I dare refuse?" Chen Changming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a calm smile. He gently patted his brow, and a dazzling golden light shot out, transforming into a golden sword that hovered between the two.

"A fine sword! A top-tier gold-elemental magic sword!"

He Changlie's eyes lit up, and he approached like a hungry wolf, his eyes gleaming as if he were examining a rare treasure. He was consumed with desire, wishing he could possess the sword. His hands trembled as he slowly stroked the blade of the Geng-Gold Sword, muttering, "With this sword, I, the Incense Master, will be able to slay demons and subdue monsters with ease, and I will have no rivals among those of the same cultivation level!"

Chen Changming's face darkened upon hearing this.

With a thought, he tried to retrieve the sword, but He Changlie held on tightly, seemingly intent on taking it for himself.

Chen Changming's face darkened. Could this newly appointed Incense Master really dare to steal a subordinate's magic sword in broad daylight, right here in Mo'ya City?

"Chen Bai, how about I discuss something with you?"

He Changlie still gripped the Geng-Gold Sword, his expression amiable, and said with a smile, "You're only at the second level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, your cultivation is still shallow. Using such a top-tier magic sword is a waste of its potential. How about this, I have a mid-tier metal-type Flying Sword here, how about we exchange it? Don't worry, as the Incense Master of the Ninth Incense, I would never take advantage of you."

exchange?

Chen Changming sneered inwardly. This top-tier metal-type magic sword was not only rare but also extremely expensive. He had paid the price of a top-tier Thunder-Type Dharma Sword and a mid-tier magic sword in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion to obtain the Geng-Gold Sword.

Now, this He Changlie is actually shamelessly asking to exchange it with a mid-grade magic sword; it's utterly delusional!

Although he was angry, Chen Changming still clasped his hands in a respectful but not servile manner. "I'm sorry, Incense Master, this sword was a gift from an elder, and it has great significance. I absolutely cannot give it away."

"Elder?"

He Changlie smacked his lips and slowly moved his hand away.

The person who could send out such a top-tier magic sword must have a high level of cultivation, so he was somewhat hesitant to act rashly.

"Hmm, a senior at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment."

Chen Changming made it up.

"Alright, if that's the case, then forget it."

He Changlie was clearly taken aback by the seventh level of Foundation Establishment cultivation. He waved his hand impatiently, "Go and buy some pills too!"

"Good."

Chen Changming agreed, put away the Geng-Gold Sword, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

Watching Chen Changming's figure disappear into the street, He Changlie's lips curled into a cold smile.

The Demon-Slaying Alliance has launched a large-scale attack on Mysterious Yin Mountain. With each operation, people will perish. As a sword cultivator at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, it would be easy for him to cause the accidental death of a sword cultivator at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

Then they'll shift the blame onto the Demon Beast.

Once Chen Bai is killed, wouldn't this top-tier gold-elemental magic sword belong to him?

"Chen Bai, I'll let you live a few more days."

He Changlie chuckled coldly a few times, then turned and went into a room to cultivate in secret.

Chen Changming walked around the street for a while, then went home without buying anything.

He doesn't need any elixirs.

Several days later, the Demon-Slaying Alliance launched its second offensive.

Within the Mo'ya City, countless Spirit Boat filled the sky like locusts, completely obscuring it, as if even sunlight could hardly penetrate.

The Ninth Incense stick's Spirit Boat was also among them.

Once he flew to the outer edge of the Demonic Qi, Chen Changming observed it and found that the Demonic Qi had not spread, and the results of the previous battle remained unchanged.

He felt a sense of relief.

After the Qi Refining cultivators had properly set up the Four Symbols Array Formation, the Spirit Boat of the 108 Halls of the Black Tortoise Division flew into the Demonic Qi.

"Now I'll assign the personnel."

Standing on the Spirit Boat, He Changlie with his hands behind his back, a barely perceptible glint of excitement flashing in the depths of his eyes. He said, "There are six of us in the Ninth Incense. Considering our strength, Chen Hu, Qiu Qianlang, Ying Buli, and Tang Mengshao will form one group, and I will lead Chen Bai in another."

Upon hearing this arrangement, disappointment appeared on Chen Hu and the others' faces.

"Incense Master He, Chen Hu's cultivation is the weakest, why not put him in your group?"

Qiu Qianlang questioned.

When someone questioned him, He Changlie slightly widened his eyes, and an aura of authority, though not angry, spread out like a tidal wave, making everyone feel the pressure.

He Changlie explained calmly:

"Chen Bai is also a sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator among rogue cultivators at that. His journey to cultivation has not been easy, and I would like to take this opportunity, while slaying Demon Beast, to give him some pointers on the techniques of using Flying Sword."

At this point, he suddenly looked at Qiu Qianlang and sneered, "Qiu Qianlang, am Incense Master wrong to make this decision?"

"No."

Qiu Qianlang quickly shook his head, a look of fear appearing on his face.

Let's go.

Seeing the somewhat oppressive atmosphere, Tang Mengshao an awkward smile and took the lead in flying away from the Spirit Boat. The other three also flew out, forming a team and heading into the depths of the Demonic Qi.

"Chen Bai, stay away from these guys in the future; they're all no good!"

Looking in the direction where the four had disappeared, He Changlie's eyebrows twitched, and he cursed in annoyance.

"Yes, Incense Master."

Chen Changming clasped his hands in a fist salute, a cold smile creeping onto his face.

Just because someone else isn't a good person doesn't mean you are.

A Incense Master led a henchman, and the two teamed up to slay a demonic Demon Beast. This was Liao Yunfang's strategy. He Changlie planned to kill and plunder in a deserted place, and take the Geng-Gold Sword for himself.

The Spirit Boat suddenly accelerated.

Seeing He Changlie's impatience, Chen Changming remained calm and pretended not to know anything.

One hour later.

The Spirit Boat appeared in a mountain stream.

There was no one around, nor any Demon Beast.

"Chen Bai, I have something important to tell you."

He Changlie coughed once, then smiled confidently.

"Incense Master He, please speak."

Chen Changming said calmly.

A golden light shot out from He Changlie's eyebrows, hovering in front of him. The sword trembled slightly, but its tip was aimed at Chen Changming.

The two were three or four meters apart, a distance that would be considered very close to an ordinary cultivator.

If He Changlie were to launch a sudden attack, most people would have no chance of escaping.

"Let's switch swords..."

He Changlie's lips curled into a slight, indifferent smile. He lightly traced lines on the ground with his toes, seemingly casually toying with something. Then, he slowly raised his head, looked at Chen Changming, and said softly, "You're a rogue cultivator; you should be weighing the pros and cons right now, right?"

Chen Changming's answer was unusually decisive, "No."

His voice was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

He Changlie furious, his killing intent burning like a raging flame. He suddenly spurred his Flying Sword and thrust it toward Chen Changming's chest.