Shi Feiyang had never refined that Demon Sword. Unlike the other nine, he merely carried it with him, and it could escape whenever it wished.
But he knew full well that wherever he fled, unless he reached the Otherworld, Shi Feiyang would find him in any corner of this one. When that happened, Shi Feiyang would surely destroy him.
Unless he found a master with profound cultivation who feared no Shi Feiyang and would shelter him.
But in that case, why not simply stay with Shi Feiyang? Shi Feiyang was even-tempered and good-natured, speaking amiably to everyone. The Demon Sword felt very comfortable at his side.
Shi Feiyang was not afraid that he would slip away, and the sword had no such intention. Upon receiving Shi Feiyang's orders, he flew into the air, became a faint streak of red light, and vanished in a flash.
The Demon Sword reached the outskirts of Chenwei Village but did not enter directly. Xiang Jiugu had laid many seals and ambushes around the village; flying straight in would expose him. Instead, he fell to the ground at the village entrance, where a villager picked him up and brought him inside to present to the village chief, Chen Changtai.
Chen Changtai saw that the pitch-black sword shimmered with red light and was incomparably sharp. One light stroke sliced a corner off a stone table, filling him with delight.
He too practiced martial arts and loved swords, and was known as Soul-Chasing Taisui. He summoned a young disciple, had a sword sheath made, and told the disciple to carry the sword behind him as he went to the western end of the village to watch Xiang Jiugu practice her arts.
Xiang Jiugu had buried both Bai Qi and Li Zhenchuan underground with only their heads exposed,