Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Chapter 192: Chapter 191: Demon Sword_1

The mark in Lu Yang’s palm read “one”. Gu Zha’s mark read “eighty-seven”. After Lu Yang killed Gu Zha, his mark changed to “eighty-eight”.

“So this is that notorious demonic saber? All previous owners were killed by it, with Gu Zha being the temporary exception?”

It was clear that Gu Zha had no sense of morality. He carelessly tossed things about, and it was Lu Yang who retrieved them.

The demonic saber was dark red. The hilt appeared to be made from the horn of some giant Demon Beast, and a deep red gem, looking like an eye, was embedded where the hilt and blade connected.

Apart from its odd shape, Lu Yang couldn’t find anything particularly special about it.

“Well, this saber is quite interesting, with Flood Dragon’s horn as the hilt, refined steel as the blade, and the dark red gem is actually the eye of a Demon Beast named ‘Fei’.”

Fei, a powerful Demon Beast that lived in the wilderness, had a body like a bull, a white head, a single eye, and a snake-like tail.

Fairy Eternity finally began to play her role as the golden finger, introducing to Lu Yang the extraordinary aspect of the saber.

“The materials of this saber are excellent. If forged correctly, it can develop Spirituality. However, the skill of the forger was not good enough, creating only a shell without imbuing the saber with Spirituality.”

“Even as a shell, it’s still a rare magic artifact.”

“The saber inherently craves Spirituality. Thus, it is bloodthirsty and inclined to kill. The more it kills, the more likely it is to develop Spirituality.”

“How do I become its master?”

“It can recognize its owner based on a drop of blood,” Fairy Eternity advised. “However, I would not suggest you do that. This saber is insatiably greedy. After you become its owner, the more blood you feed it, the more it will want to devour you. But if you don’t feed it blood, it will still try to devour you.”

In ancient times, there were also magic artifacts with similar characteristics. Fairy Eternity had seen many self-proclaimed geniuses who thought they were special and could tame such artifacts. Looking at the results, only a few were successful.

“I see.” Lu Yang finally understood why several previous masters of the demonic saber were killed by it. The demonic saber, in essence, did not want its owner to live. “But it’s indeed an interesting saber.”

“The reason why Gu Zha was not devoured by the demonic saber was just because he hadn’t held it long enough for it to fight back.”

Lu Yang asked again: “If the demonic saber develops Spirituality, what will its quality be like?”

Fairy Eternity disdainfully replied: “It’s hardly worth serving as my footstool.”

Lu Yang acknowledged her response, it seemed the quality of the demonic saber was not good.

The Eldest Senior Sister did not utter a word all this time, quietly reading her book.

She believed that with their abilities, winning the competition should not be difficult for the three of them.

During their conversation, the mark on Lu Yang’s palm changed again, from “eighty-eight”, it bounced twice and turned into “one hundred and thirty-one”.

The monk was targeted and couldn’t get a Ginseng Fruit. The two somewhat famous participants at the Foundation Establishment Stage who got the fruits were poisoned to death, without exception.

The other two Ginseng Fruits were also poisoned. But now they were too far away for Lu Yang to feel the status of his clone in the Ginseng Fruits.

Lu Yang dismissed his Clone state, returning to his original height.

He put the demonic saber into his Storage Ring and started looking for his next target.

He had prepared the Storage Ring prior to this, considering he couldn’t be blatantly using the Seek Dao Sect’s Identity Jade as a Storage Ring in the Eternity Sect’s territory.

“Hmm? Whose blood is this?” Lu Yang noticed a few fresh drops of blood not far away. It seemed like someone injured had been here, leaving these traces while escaping.

“Let’s follow it.”

After being injured, one’s fighting capability would naturally drop. This presented an easy score.

As expected, as Lu Yang closed the distance with the injured person, the bloodstains became more apparent, going from a few drops to a large stain. It was clear that the person was seriously injured.

Finally, Lu Yang found the injured person—it was the monk!

At this moment, the monk opened his hand, gripping a person’s neck. With a snap, the person’s neck was broken.

“Another one swallowed the bait.” The monk showed a cruel smile.

During the Ginseng Fruit fight, he acted as if he were overwhelmed and injured, running away. His act attracted several participants, who were all killed by him in turn.

“What can I do? I’m infamous. If I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t find anyone.” The monk explained through laughter.

As one of the top three seed-selected candidates, others would run away from him immediately, he naturally would not get a chance to fight.

It’s better to show some weakness and lure the fish onto the hook.

The drunken monk gave a light click of surprise, “You look familiar, but it doesn’t matter who you are. Meeting me is clearly your bad luck!”

He found Lu Yang familiar because the Ginseng Fruit and Lu Yang looked almost like father and son. However, the drunken monk made no connection at the time.

Grasping his fist, muscles strained, the bleeding wound quickly healed. Then he pulled out a golden bowl aiming to catch Lu Yang.

In silence, Lu Yang took out a demonic knife from his storage ring, squatting on the ground, he touched the blood left by the drunken monk.

The demonic knife instantly recognised the drunken monk as its master.

The demonic knife floating in the air, made a hissing sound, stabbing toward the drunken monk.

Perhaps it was because the demonic knife had never seen such a generous master and it wanted to give him a warm hug – with its knife edge.

The drunken monk was shocked and horrified – where did the demonic knife come from and why was it stabbing at him?

The golden bowl, which had followed the drunken monk for a long time, was pierced in that instant, putting the drunken monk into a difficult fight.

Lu Yang tutted, “With this level of skill, doesn’t look like you could grab the attention of the Suspension Temple.”

The Suspension Temple, being the one with the least number of people among the Five Great Immortal Sects, would only recruit gifted disciples. With the drunken monk’s talents, he could barely become a handyman of the Suspension Temple.

“The Suspension Temple claims that everyone has the chance to enter. I naturally had the opportunity to enter the Suspension Temple, it’s just that I gave up that opportunity!” The drunken monk spoke in the midst of his battle.

“…You sure know how to give yourself some gold.”

The drunken monk was useless, couldn’t beat the demonic knife, and his heart was pierced by the demonic knife in an instant.

The demonic knife had lost its master again.

“What a pity, its master passed away immediately after recognizing it.”

Lu Yang picked up the demonic knife and continued on his way.

“Blood Floods Yellow Spring!” Someone targeted Lu Yang for a sneak attack!

A bloody ocean surged toward Lu Yang, carrying the scent of blood, identifying its contents on one sniff.

Lu Yang calmly took out the demonic knife again. As a Sword Spirit Root, he naturally loved swords, and grasping the sword technique was not difficult.

He used the newly created sword technique.

“Recognizing Owner Saber Technique!”

The demonic knife slashed at the bloody ocean, like a shark attracted by the scent of blood, shining with a strange red light, again killing the person who had tried to ambush Lu Yang.

“Surging Blood Palm!”

“Recognizing Owner Saber Technique!”

“Bloody Skull!”

“Recognizing Owner Saber Technique!”

As expected of a demonic sect, the magic skills they learned were either related to fierce ghosts and skeletons, or to fresh blood and lost souls, which were very suitable for the demonic knife to choose a master.

Lu Yang, relying on the single technique “Recognizing Owner Saber Technique”, became unbeaten throughout the land.

Unfortunately, every master of the demonic knife was curse-stricken, none lived beyond three seconds before they were backlashed.

Lu Yang shook his head regretfully. He just wanted to find a master for the demonic knife. Why was that so difficult?

“Such a good magic artifact, none of you are fortunate enough to deserve it.”

More and more people became aware of Lu Yang’s existence. Rumours spread that Lu Yang had become the master of the demonic knife, recklessly killing people, being even more ruthless than Gu Zha.

Some had also noticed Lu Yang’s resemblance to the Ginseng Fruit and, associating it with the poisoned people, speculated the Ginseng Fruit was a scam.

In the dense forest, after the demonic knife as usual killed a master, Lu Yang ran into Meng Jingzhou.

Meng Jingzhou glared at Lu Yang, grinding his teeth.

“Great job at masquerading as the Ginseng Fruit and fooling everyone!”