Something There

"Of course. Don't you believe him?"

Bian Chunchou swallowed. "I do!"

So Chen Zui raised his blade again and furiously cut down two Demonic Beasts.

First the Demon Vine, then the Demonic Beasts—and all of them far beyond their cultivation level. Yet Chen Zui had dispatched them so easily. Even Bian Chunchou, easygoing as he was, sensed something wrong. Why did Wen Xu-Xu keep pulling him aside to confirm things?!

"Don't tell me this is a... mmph!" A Word Spirit Space?

Wen Xu shook his head, telling him not to say it aloud. If Chen Zui learned that whatever they thought of appeared in this space, he might spend all his time imagining Demon Vines and Demonic Beasts. He would have so much fun he wouldn't even want to return to the sect.

"You two, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up—"

Chen Zui's mood had visibly improved. Even the steps that had felt sticky before no longer bothered him. He felt as though killing another two Demonic Beasts would get them out of here.

They had not gone much farther when another two Demonic Beasts appeared. Luckily, these two had no eyes, though they had rather too many tentacles. They looked exactly as if Demon Vines had sprouted from their bodies.

With his two teammates talking about how much they trusted him, Chen Zui killed the beasts in a fight that was "twisty yet smooth." He felt terrifyingly strong now.

He even thought, Protecting my teammates feels pretty good. Maybe I should cultivate the Way of Protection.

Blades everywhere were treated as weapons. Chips, nicks, and curled edges were all seen as marks of a Blade Cultivator's journey. But a blade and its cultivator ought to be companions, friends, inseparable fellow travelers. If a blade was damaged, it only