Now that all the cultivators knew what had happened, they could only bottle up their outrage within themselves. Nobody would dare to challenge Xu Que after having personally witnessed his horrific abilities. Not to mention the fact that he had successfully subdued the legendary Sword Spirit!
Thus, the group of cultivators felt like crying internally after having learnt the truth!
That day, their presumptions about the world had changed. That a man could actually be so brazen—it was unprecedented and heinous!
This was too terrible!
But that wasn't all, the worst thing was that this shameless person had managed to deceive the Sword Spirit in front of everyone, and in such a grand manner.
These elite cultivators were hoping to find a six-star sword in the Sword Catacomb. They had never thought that they would actually run into the Sword Spirit.
When they had encountered the fake Sword Spirit that had really been Xu Que in disguise, their hopes had changed to becoming the disciples of the Sword Spirit. Even if the Sword Spirit only taught them a stroke or half a set of sword techniques, they would be eternally grateful, as those would already be considered great skills.
But this fellow did not think like them!
With his brazen attitude, he had been able to make the Sword Spirit recognize him as his master.
Such skill!
No…
This was not chance or skill…
This was an epic example of 'when a man has no sense of shame, he becomes invincible'!
Swoosh!
The piece of broken iron on Xu Que's hand suddenly darted to the Sword Spirit, floating in mid-air before him.
The white light started to converge and soon condensed into the size of a rice grain that shot directly towards the point between the Sword Spirit's eyebrows.
Chi! The grain of light had instantly combined with the Sword Spirit!
In no time, the black fog of the Sword Spirit became more opaque. His features were clearer as well. He had become a cold and stern-looking young man.
But his eyes were as cold as a sword, which was very intimidating. Nobody dared to look him in the eye.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Xu Que tutted as he looked at the Sword Spirit from top to bottom, as if he was appreciating a piece of art.
The crowd was worried and disturbed by Xu Que's behavior:
Brother, this entity is the great Sword Spirit who had once served the Immortal Emperor, not a piece of art. Even though he has pledged his allegiance, shouldn't you respect him and stop staring at him?
What if he flares up due to your disrespectful behavior and everyone here becomes implicated? That would be disastrous!
Many cultivators were so worried that their eyelids kept twitching. They stayed quietly on the sidelines and did not even dare to move.
Finally, Xu Que finished studying the Sword Spirit and came to a conclusion. He pointed at the Sword Spirit. "Hey, you didn't wear your underpants either!"
The crowd couldn't help but inhale a mouthful of cold air. They nearly fainted, with no one daring to say anything!
Brother! What's with your obsession with the underpants!
Why does the Sword Spirit need a pair of underpants? You keep saying that people aren't wearing underpants. Do you dare to pull out your own underpants and let us have a look at what they are exactly?
Now that the Sword Spirit had completely merged with the wisp of soul, he raised his sword at the stone wall and a sentence appeared. 'My other remnants of soul have not been assembled and I am therefore unable to recover many memories. But in order to leave this place, you need to prepare a vessel!'
"A vessel? Hmm, Spirit Prison Pagoda… no, wrong, how about a Soul Pagoda?" Xu Que was troubled, a Soul Pagoda was very expensive too.
The Sword Spirit immediately waved and another sentence appeared. 'Please prepare a sword of at least eight-star or above!'
"What? Eight-star?" Xu Que jumped.
A sword of the eight-star grade! This fucking System doesn't have such an item for sale yet, he thought. Where can I find such a sword?
Everyone gasped when they saw that sentence:
Finding an eight-star sword within the five nations is close to impossible!
Even if there is one, it must have been kept safely somewhere. If such news gets out, it will lead to a bloody battle!
This would be because of the high grade of the weapon. Not only was it difficult to refine, it required too many rare materials as well. More importantly, most of the rare materials had become extinct long ago!
"You're being unreasonable. Must it really be eight-star?" Xu Que said earnestly shaking his head. "How about this? I'll give you eight one-star swords? Or four two-star swords?"
Suddenly, everyone trembled:
Damn, this is the ancient Sword Spirit, who has a distinguished reputation. Even our most esteemed ancestors would be respectful and hold the Sword Spirit in high regard.
And you dare to fucking tell him that he is being unreasonable? Brother, are you asking for death?
Furthermore, the grade of the weapons is not calculated this way!
Do you really think that eight one-star swords can be equivalent to one eight-star sword?
Even 8,000 or 80,000 one-star weapons will not be able to hold a candle to an eight-star weapon!
However, the Sword Spirit was not angry. With a wave of his hand, he calmly wrote on the stone wall. 'I can feel the presence of an eight-star sword within this place!'
When everyone saw this, they were startled for a moment. In no time, their eyes lit up with great excitement.
There is actually an eight-star sword within the Sword Catacomb?
Fuck, this is great news. I need to find it before anyone else does.
However, as soon as everyone had this thought, it was thrown out the window when they remembered that Xu Que and the Sword Spirit were now on the same team.
Everyone lowered their heads and cut off their greedy thoughts. They did not want to think about the eight-star weapon anymore.
They knew very well that even if they found the eight-star sword, they would not be able to walk out from the Sword Catacomb alive.
Nobody dared to incur the wrath of Xu Que and the Sword Spirit.
They were too fucking scary, too fucking terrifying!
Provoking these two would be asking for death!
The cultivators could do nothing in such a situation. Any step they took could land them in danger, so they didn't dare to do anything at all.
Xu Que looked at the Sword Spirit and asked excitedly, "where's that sword?"
Swish!
With a wave of the sword he was holding, another sentence appeared. 'Please come with me!'
At that moment, the Sword Spirit's fog-like body suddenly dissolved and like a whirlwind, the fog swept towards a tunnel that led to the exit of the Sword Catacomb.
Xu Que was puzzled. What's going on? he thought.
Can it be that the eight-star sword is actually with the group of cultivators standing guard outside?
Immediately, with a quirk of his eyebrow, he turned towards the elite cultivators who were in a daze, and pointed at the stone wall where he had carved the two sentences on the Way of the Sword. "Circle the two phrases, it is the focus of the exam. Have a good time pondering over it. It will definitely appear in your exam. Goodbye."
Swoosh!
He talked very fast and he ran very fast as well. With a gust of wind, he chased after the Sword Spirit, leaving behind a group of bewildered elite cultivators.
These elite cultivators did not know whether to cry or laugh. It had been their first time entering the Sword Catacomb and their experience had been really… really weird.
Although they had seen the Legendary Sword Spirit, that encounter was not even considered weird. The weird part was meeting the shameless and brazen Xu Que, and having to witness how he had managed to hoodwink the Sword Spirit into becoming his sidekick.
As for Xu Que, he had thought that the eight-star sword might be with one of those old fogeys outside the entrance. But soon, he realised that he was wrong.
It had never occurred to him that the Sword Spirit would stop at the centre of the tunnel, directly beside that tongue.
Xu Que's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Did this mean that the eight-star sword… was in the hands of the creature within the stone wall?
However, he was not sure if the creature within the stone wall was asleep or so frightened by the presence of the Sword Spirit that it dared not to speak a word.
"The eight-star sword you speak of, is it in here?" Xu Que looked towards the Sword Spirit.
The Sword Spirit pointed to the tongue and gave a slight nod, face completely expressionless.