After hearing Jiang Yu's words, Yunli's one-track mind finally started working normally again.
Little Fish was right...
I'd really been too hasty just now.
"So what exactly happened? Why did you get so worked up?" Jiang Yu asked.
"That was a Demon Sword," Yunli answered. "Have you heard of Demon Swords?"
"No." Jiang Yu shook his head. "But I remember you calling Black Cleave a Demon Sword before."
Stelle and Bailu, meanwhile, offered explanations straight out of storybooks:
"A sword with magical powers?"
"A demon's sword?"
"A legendary holy sword that lost its standing?"
"Uh..." Yunli looked at Stelle and Bailu, hesitating for a moment. "Taken literally, those explanations aren't wrong.
"A Demon Sword is a sword that causes profound, intricate sword techniques to appear in the mind of anyone who grasps its hilt, even someone who has never trained in swordsmanship. Even a weakling who couldn't truss a chicken can swing it with astonishing strength and speed too great for the naked eye to follow."
"So where can I buy one of those?" Jiang Yu asked.
Yunli's description left Jiang Yu itching to get one. Black Cleave could provide that sort of proficiency too, but Black Cleave was already his weapon. Now he wanted another sword to display in his room.
"I'm not joking with you, and this isn't some absurd tall tale..." Yunli glared at Jiang Yu, her tone utterly earnest and solemn. "Someone who possesses a Demon Sword can instantly attain sword skills comparable to a master tempered by years of grueling practice, but all of that comes at a price.
"Like fuel being constantly added to a forge, with every swing and strike, the sword gradually drains its wielder's blood and marrow, day after day without end, until nothing remains.
"Before long, the person no longer