By the time Nalan Sheng finished absorbing those cultivation memories, he had mastered the beginner level of Death Knight Summoning.
Beginner-level Death Knight Summoning was simple: he could summon no more than one Death Knight each day.
"Nakime, teleport a prisoner's corpse over here."
Since summoning a Death Knight required consuming a corpse, Nalan Sheng simply raised his head and called out.
Bang!
The moment Nalan Sheng finished speaking, a Japanese-style wooden door appeared out of thin air, and a male corpse dressed in prison clothes fell out.
Looking at the corpse with all four limbs intact, Nalan Sheng did not hesitate. He raised a hand and flung a mass of black light at it.
Pfft!!!
The corpse shrouded in black light immediately swelled. Then a three-meter-tall humanoid monster clad in black armor, carrying a black shield and a serpentine sword, abruptly burst out of it.
"Huh?"
Nelliel, who was leaning against the edge of the pool, could not help asking curiously, "Master, what's that?"
"He's called a Death Knight, an undead servant I summoned from the Undead Realm."
Nalan Sheng had no intention of hiding anything. After briefly explaining the Death Knight's origins, he turned to Mitsuri Kanroji and said, "Mitsuri, test this fellow's strength for me!"
"Sure~"
Mitsuri nodded with a smile. With a light push of her delicate feet, she sprang into the air and landed gracefully beside the swimming pool.
She swept out a hand, her arm suddenly stretching several feet, and grasped the hilt of the Nichirin Blade lying on the ground, drawing it out.
Mitsuri's Nichirin Blade was unusual: a flexible blade more than two meters long, with a black body and a pink cutting edge.
The chief of the Swordsmith Village had personally crafted this Nichirin Blade specifically for Mitsuri. Its exceptional flexibility,