Chapter 601: Evil Ghost Oiran

Since holding the handle of that Akage, Dorothy had been a little unable to put down this Demon Blade.

Akage is a very beautiful Tachi, with an astonishing length, a full length of about two meters. Standing on the ground, it is taller than the Home Witch, who is now 1.75 meters, oh, now she is almost 1.8 meters.

Hmm, Dorothy's recent food has been a bit too nourishing, not only making her magic power soar, but also making her Dragon Witch body usher in a second growth period. If this continues, the future of "the big car is really myself" is already in front of her eyes. By then, this Tachi might be the scale of a normal Tachi in her hands.

And looking at the Demon Blade again, among the two-meter-long Demon Blade, the handle is about forty centimeters long, the blade is 1.6 meters, and the sword guard is like a three-comma jade, which is very exquisite.

However, looking at this sword as a whole, it will be found that this is actually a relatively simple type, without the decorations of other swords, but has a kind of pure weapon beauty that returns to the basics.

The only thing that can be called a special effect is probably the blood gas that lingers on the slender scarlet blade with a good arc, like a swaying and burning flame.

But this is actually not a special effect for looking good, simply because this is a Demon Blade that has drunk countless blood, and the blood gas like fire is just some mist naturally overflowing from the boundless sea of blood in the blade.

"Good guy, a Demon Blade forged with a corner of the Abyss Blood Sea as material, this Tayu Ibuki's means are a bit terrifying."

After appreciating her favorite blade properly, Dorothy sighed in her heart.

Legend has it that in the deepest part of the hell abyss, there is a boundless sea of blood. That is the final destination of all sins in the Western Universe, the origin of the abyss, the womb of hell, and the placenta that nurtures endless demons.

And this Demon Blade Akage seems to be forged with a small fragment of that Abyss Blood Sea as the main material.

Although it is only a small fragment, it is after all a fragment of the Four Great Calamity Worlds, and its value is no less than the whole of an ordinary world. This kind of material is rare in the world and is already the top configuration.

This is no wonder that Akage lady is a cut more beautiful than other Demon Blade Maidens. This is innate advantage.

And as the most terrifying origin of hell, the power of the Abyss Blood Sea is said to be able to dissolve everything and turn everything into pus and blood. Once contaminated by the turbid blood gas in it, even a Peak Witch will have to peel off a layer of skin if she doesn't die.

Wanting to process and forge this kind of evil thing, the requirements for the sword smith are naturally extremely high, which shows the exquisiteness of this Tayu Ibuki's means.

Dorothy closed her eyes and focused her spirit. Her will followed the demon blade in her hand deep into the blade's body, where she saw that boundless sea of blood, as well as the blood-colored jiao-dragon that seemed a bit listless within the sea of blood.

This blood-colored jiao-dragon was clearly the true form of the Chiying blade spirit. Miss Demon Blade was indeed still wallowing in self-pity because of her recent defeat.

And this was also the first time in Dorothy's life that she had seen the appearance of a jiao-dragon from the Eastern Universe. She didn't have that "Lord Ye loves dragons" ailment, so the long, snake-like, sacred, and elegant figure fascinated her somewhat.

Thus, the Home Witch's Zhai Wuhun will instantly turned into its original form. That is the dragon form of the Fairy King, the Jormungand form that is inherited from Long Ma's Zhai Wuhun.

Although, due to the lack of mana, this Ouroboros-like dragon that should have circled the world was still young and far from as towering and magnificent as those of her ancestors or Mother, appearing like a divine manifestation. However, the racial foundation was there; as soon as this dragon-snake form appeared, it possessed a figure not inferior to that sea-of-blood jiao-dragon.

And the spirit emitted from the dragon-snake body was very majestic, with a domineering and cruel spirit that swallowed mountains and rivers and swallowed everything.

"Awoo..."

A low roar from the Dragon-Snake Zhai Wuhun immediately drew the attention of the blood-sea jiao-dragon. In that instant, the sea of blood surged and baleful energy steamed. Miss Demon Blade entered a defensive state with some wariness.

It's just that when she recognized the aura of this terrifying dragon-snake, suddenly, everything became calm again, and even the evil spirit above the blood sea dissipated instantly, almost becoming a clear sky.

The master is here, happy...

The blood-colored jiao-dragon soared from the sea and came to the side of the dragon-snake in the sky. Subsequently, the bodies of the jiao-dragon and the dragon-snake began to intertwine with each other, starting from their tails.

Hmm, the way snakes express intimacy is entanglement. This is very normal.

And with the fusion of Zhai Wuhun will and Demon Blade spirit, outside, Dorothy also opened her eyes. She looked at the Demon Blade in her hand again, and there was already a feeling of comfort of man and blade as one.

Heart arrives, sword arrives, like arm and finger.

This feeling was something those alchemical blades from the past had never given Dorothy. Compared to Chiying, the Home Witch's original sidearm—that high-grade alchemical weapon issued by the Inquisition—was simply a dead object. The two were the difference between a living, peerless beauty and a low-quality doll.

Good sword, really good, really wonderful.

This feeling of man and blade as one is too wonderful, so Dorothy always feels itchy, always wanting to cut something to try the blade.

Hmm, let me try the blade

At this moment, Dorothy understood a little why that Nao Nijo from before had been so impulsive to jump out and challenge her, and she also understood why the Japanese samurai she heard about in her past life would actually go into "qi-deviation" and test blades on people. If a martial artist's willpower wasn't strong enough, it was indeed difficult to control oneself with this feeling.

Of course, with the Home Witch's Martial God willpower, it was naturally impossible to be corrupted by this level of pleasure, even though Chiying, forged from the materials of the Abyss Sea of Blood, was a demon blade among demon blades and had the passive trait of tempting its wielder to fall into evil.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, they might have become a sword-demon or sword-slave driven by the demon blade the moment they touched Chiying's hilt, but this little temptation couldn't do anything to Dorothy.

After all, she was a professional at resisting wear and corruption.

As long as I lie flat enough and am lazy enough, then nothing can corrupt us homebodies. jpg.

*Cough cough*... Alright, actually it's just that Dorothy already knew very clearly what her pursuit was. For a seeker of the Dao who has a lifelong goal and faith, all external temptations and corruptions are nothing but passing clouds.

In the Home Witch's heart, that soul, which was like a great sun, remained brilliant, and the Heart's Vow within the solar core shone even more brightly.

Those baleful blood energies transmitted by Chiying were evaporated directly by that scorching sun the moment they approached.

Though the sea of blood was vast, how could it compare to the radiance of Taiyi above the nine heavens?

However, those baleful blood energies evaporated by the sun were subsequently absorbed by the dragon-natured inner demon that Dorothy had specially raised in the shadows. Once the two met, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire; they were like old friends meeting at last. On the spot, the black dragon-snake also intertwined with the blood-colored jiao-dragon, inseparable and knowing each other's roots, thinking that one day they would surely join forces to devour that sun or something.

But this didn't have much impact on Dorothy; instead, she felt that her connection with Chiying had become even closer. Before, it was just "sticking together," but now it was truly becoming inseparable.

Zhai Wuhun and spirituality sticking together, dragon nature and baleful energy blending—this really is a match made in heaven.

I can't take it anymore; I definitely have to chop something today. Otherwise, even if I can endure it, I'll feel stifled; it's just not satisfying.

The Home Witch thought to herself.

She was currently in the state of the battle-hungry Fairy King. A pure warrior had encountered a handy weapon; if she didn't have a hearty duel, she really felt like something was missing.

If it were normal times, she might have endured it to avoid causing trouble, but this was the Eastern Island, a playground personally approved by my good sister. As long as I'm happy, hmm, as long as I'm happy.

So...

Dorothy looked at the Hat Senior above her head, and then Senior Fan Ni happily opened the mana sharing between familiar and master, pouring a bunch of mana into her.

Yay, backup mana reserves are ready; now the mana problem is solved too.

Although the Home Witch didn't know if this fun-loving senior was having another "fun-loving" episode, since the usually stingy senior was so generous this time, then I'll just enjoy myself today.

Thus, Dorothy began to look around, searching for an opponent worthy of a fight.

Of course, logically speaking, she should be looking for Chiyo Kujo, who had just defeated Chiying. However, the Home Witch glanced at this young Tengu General and then silently curled her lip, feeling somewhat disdainful.

This one won't do; too fragile, not fun to play with. I need to find someone sturdier.

Thus, after scanning the whole venue, the Home Witch's gaze finally locked onto Iblu Taifu on the main seat.

Hmm, as for the sword masters present, only you and Qian are worthy.

The Fairy King felt that this courtesan was worthy of a fight.

Although, regarding this, Dorothy's main body felt there was a problem. The Home Witch didn't think she could beat that genuine peak witch, even with the addition of a good blade and a good battery; it would likely be a loss.

However, she didn't intend to stop there.

After all, a true warrior dares to swing their blade at stronger opponents, and those who fear failure and only dare to fight matches they are certain to win cannot become true powerhouses.

As for winning or losing, Dorothy never really cared much. In the Mana Web competitions, she had lost for several years in a row. The Fairy King has an unyielding Zhai Wuhun, not an invincible one. In fact, losing is even better; that way, she can trigger the "Diligence Makes Up for Clumsiness" talent to the maximum extent and scrape a bit more experience points from the courtesan.

As for whether it would be embarrassing to lose, that was even more irrelevant. Anyway, she wasn't interested in this courtesan to begin with, and whether she was favored by the courtesan didn't matter to her. After all, she only came here to mooch a meal. Although the food wasn't too delicious, she had now also gotten a good blade for free, so she had already made a huge profit.

So, there is nothing left to fear. Fairy King, let's go, just do it.

Dorothy gave up thinking and completely gave full authority to her Ruined King Zhai Wuhun.

Thus, the arrogant Zhai Wuhun pointed its blade directly at the main seat and issued a challenge.

"Miss Iblu, would you like to trade a few blows?"

However, to the Home Witch's challenge, Iblu Taifu on the stage had no reaction. She remained sitting there motionless like a doll, with no response, as if she were truly just a dead object.

When it comes to being a courtesan, Iblu is a professional; naturally, she wouldn't easily break the rules.

Of course, the courtesan had actually been paying attention to this interesting little fellow all along. After all, when she was on the courtesan's procession earlier, this little fellow with a sharp tongue but genuine skill had left a rather deep impression on her.

And now, this little fellow could actually sit at the same table as that dangerous Yae Zi, and her own proudest creation—that Chiying she almost viewed as a daughter—had actually chosen this little fellow. This really made it impossible for Iblu to ignore her.

But no matter what, this little fellow was only a little witch with no more than 50,000 Total Mana. Courtesan Iblu wouldn't go so far as to lose face by seriously bickering with a little fellow.

She is a professional courtesan, and her self-restraint is also professional.

Then...

"Why is a hundred-year-old crone putting on such an act? Besides, Miss Iblu, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. No matter how charming you smile, you can't hide the increasingly violent flames in your heart. Have you suffered some grievance and are craving revenge? Although I don't know what big plan you're up to, it doesn't matter. Today, I just want to have a hearty fight with you."

"The two of us are definitely going to trade a few blows today. Either you come down yourself now and we have a 'civilized fight'—comparing only sword skills, not strength—or I'll resort to a 'martial fight,' but then you might have to reveal your true abilities. If others see you exposing your hand then, it won't be good."

"Miss Iblu, you wouldn't want your carefully prepared big plan to be messed up by me, would you?"

The Fairy King said this very bluntly.

Today, Miss Zhai Wuhun's sarcasm was as stable as ever.

And in her hand, the Chiying demon blade was actually resistant to pointing its blade at the courtesan at first. After all, that was her creator, the role she viewed as a mother.

But once gripped by the sword master, the jiao-dragon spirit was also entangled and dominated by that overbearing Sword God willpower. Once the opponent was firm, Miss Demon Blade immediately went limp and couldn't refuse.

Forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior, Mother. A weapon should obey the sword master's will; this is also your teaching.

Moreover, Chiying had actually long wanted to know how powerful her creator was. It's just that Mother never sparred with her in the past. Now that there's a rare opportunity, yay!

Thus, the scarlet demon blade also emitted a pleasant sword ring. In that boundless sea of blood, waves surged, making the blood energy on the blade as fiery as it was even more violent.

And on the main seat, Miss Iblu fell silent...

Tsk tsk tsk, this really is my good daughter. You little fellow are also truly gutsy.

The courtesan's doll-like, exquisite demeanor couldn't quite hold up. Although she was professional in her work, her violent temper was equally real. Why do you think she needed such good professional training?

It was just to suppress her natural hot temper.

But now, she couldn't endure it anymore. This little fellow was bullying her too much. Today, big sister must let this little fellow know that the Flower Street is not a place for a little fellow whose hair hasn't even grown out yet.

Crack...

On the courtesan's face, the thick white powder that had been applied like a mask cracked. Because of anger, the veins on Iblu's forehead bulged, forming a tic-tac-toe shape, and she stood up silently.

And with this standing up, the sense of oppression was immediately full-on.

Because the courtesan's figure was truly tall, the kind that even Dorothy, the Dragon Witch, felt some pressure from.

"Are all you beauties in the East this 'big-vehicle'?"

The Home Witch turned her head to look at her Auntie Zi and asked with some curiosity.

In that photo of Long Ma, Auntie Zi had a height not inferior to Long Ma's, and the Demon Blade Maiden form of Miss Chiying later was also very tall, comparable to the two of them. But now, this courtesan was even much taller than both of them.

Although as a "big-vehicle" enthusiast, Dorothy's "strike zone" was moving around, wasn't there something wrong somewhere?

Regarding this, the blonde weird auntie turned the crystal sword in her hand into a crystal folding fan, then covered her mouth with the fan and laughed.

"Well, since the Eastern nobility are ghosts, it's normal for their figures to be a bit tall. Little fellow, add oil, okay? You have to finish the fight with the opponent you challenged yourself with a smile."

The weird auntie waved her hand at the Home Witch.

And Dorothy turned her head, only to see a scarlet single horn growing from the center of the demon courtesan's forehead. But this didn't damage her beauty at all; instead, it made that already charming face much more heroic.

Hmm, she liked her quite a bit before, and now she liked her even more.

It's just...

That weapon, are you serious?

Watching the courtesan pull a nearly four-meter-long spiked club from under the skirt of her heavy courtesan robe, and then carry it on her shoulder step by step as if such killing intent had no weight, Dorothy fell into deep thought.

This weapon is truly "girly," it doesn't really match your status as a courtesan, does it?

... Dorothy in shock...