Severing His Robe, Severing Family Ties

Xie An had long known that the Five-Venom Blood Saber was sinister. The Five-Venom Sage had forged it by feeding it his own blood essence for twenty years.

Still, seeing the blood saber absorb someone else's blood and vital essence for the first time left him startled.

Li Wenyu's blood essence streamed upward along the blade. His body had already been shriveled and gaunt... now it became a genuine headless, desiccated corpse.

When the blade stopped humming, every last drop of Li Wenyu's blood essence had been drained, finally becoming a tiny line on the blood saber.

Hmm?

These markings were made from blood?

He had assumed they were decorative patterns engraved into the blade.

Xie An raised the saber for a closer look and discovered that its surface was densely covered in markings—five or six hundred of them.

One marking, one life...

Did that mean the Five-Venom Sage had slaughtered five or six hundred people with this saber?

Xie An hefted it, vaguely sensing that the saber had grown a little heavier, its bloodthirsty malice a little stronger.

Just from draining all of Li Wenyu's blood and vital essence?

The more blood essence this saber absorbed, the more powerful it became.

If I cut down a few thousand more villains with it, wouldn't this saber soar into the heavens?

Now that's interesting.

The more Xie An looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt the delight of someone who had stumbled upon a treasure.

"Young master, the wind is picking up."

Xie An remained still, letting Chen Mo drape a fox-fur cloak over him.

Although Chen Mo came from a martial background, after two months at Xie An's side, she had naturally learned a thing or two about attending to someone.

Once the cloak was on, Xie