Chapter 353: Can a Broken Zhuxian Sword Still Be Sold? (7/7, Requesting Subscription)

"Alright." The Spirit Lord nodded, then used her hoof to nudge the sacred sword, lying down to pin it beneath her lest someone steal it. "Actually, Dao Xuan is right—the Zhuxian Sword was indeed cut by me."

"This sacred sword isn't an ordinary blade."

"Before, when I was playing near the Rainbow Bridge, I joined a chat group connecting all realms. There were so many people, and we chatted together—it was so fun."

Tian Pangpang asked: "Did you learn how to speak from there?"

In this world, demons truly could take human form and speak.

But that applied only to ordinary demons; the Spirit Lord was not among them. She was an ancient divine beast—the Water Qilin—a creature for whom one thousand years counted as one. To wait for her to naturally speak or transform would take countless years.

"Yes." The Spirit Lord nodded. "Lord Dao created a technique called Enlightenment, which one can cultivate oneself, so I learned it."

Tian Pangpang: "Enlightenment?"

"It's like the Transformation Technique, except Enlightenment can be applied to all things," the Spirit Lord explained. "Actually, the Shangcheng also sells the Transformation Technique, but it costs cultivation points—I couldn't afford it. So I had to cultivate Enlightenment myself, to enlighten myself."

Dao Xuan was stunned: "So does that mean you can transform into human form?"

"Of course I can," the Spirit Lord nodded. "But human form is so inconvenient. The Water Qilin form is much better."

Tian Pangpang asked again: "Then this sacred sword—did you buy it from the Shangcheng?"

"I couldn't afford it!" The Spirit Lord looked deeply regretful. "This sword costs hundreds of thousands of cultivation points! If Lord Dao hadn't given everyone a gift, I wouldn't have this sword at all."

Tian Pangpang: "So 'giving a gift' means giving it away for free?"

The Spirit Lord nodded. "Exactly. You think this sword looks powerful, but Lord Dao thought its materials were too poor. He couldn't use it himself, so he gave one to everyone."

"Wasteful!" Dao Xuan widened his eyes in disbelief.

This was a divine weapon even more formidable than the Zhuxian Sword—and he gave one to everyone? What kind of prodigal was this?

Tian Pangpang looked utterly skeptical: "A divine weapon stronger than the Zhuxian Sword, given to everyone? Old man doesn't believe it. Spirit Lord, may I try it?"

"Try it?" The Spirit Lord hesitated. "You're not going to borrow it and never return it, are you? Let me tell you—if Lord Dao finds out you're bullying me, you're done for."

Shuiyue Shitai chuckled: "Don't worry. Though this fatty looks ugly, he's very trustworthy."

"Sister, you don't have to say that!" Tian Pangpang was speechless. "You don't need to emphasize that I'm ugly—just say I'm trustworthy!"

Dao Xuan cleared his throat: "That's not the point. Spirit Lord, I swear to you—we'll return the sword to you right after."

"Then… fine, let you try," the Spirit Lord finally shifted her body aside, revealing the sword. She emphasized again: "But you must return it!"

"Alright." Tian Pangpang nodded, stepped forward, and gripped the sword, channeling his magic power into it.

Instantly, a terrifying aura erupted from the blade's edge, surging skyward as if capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

"So strong!"

Everyone gasped in shock.

Shuiyue was stunned: "This is truly a supreme divine weapon. Even a fraction of its divine aura is beyond our capacity to resist—no wonder the Zhuxian Sword snapped outright."

Cang Song muttered to himself: "It's really true!!"

"Of course it's true!" the Spirit Lord snorted. "Do you think I'd lie to an old man like you? Hmph, you've been obsessed with Wan Jianer, haven't you? He's alive—in the Ancestral Hall."

"Wan Senior didn't die?" Cang Song froze, then rushed into the ancestral hall.

Dao Xuan was also stunned: "Spirit Lord, how do you know that?"

"Someone in the chat group told me," the Spirit Lord said as if it were obvious. "After I joined the group, everyone sent me stories about our world."

Tian Pangpang: "Stories about our world?"

"Events that will happen in the future!" The Spirit Lord gave them an exasperated look, suppressing her disdain as she explained. "In the future, Cang Song will collude with the Demon Sect and kill many people below the mountain. Then, a child from the village will become your disciple, Tian Pangpang..."

"This is getting too tedious!" the Water Qilin said after a while. "I'll just show you directly."

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The next moment, the Water Qilin transformed into a little girl of five or six years old. She pointed her fingers through the air, touching the foreheads of Tian Pangpang and the others.

Just as they tried to dodge, a beam of Bai Guang suddenly appeared and struck their foreheads.

Instantly, a flood of information surged forth.

Moments passed.

They regained consciousness. Dao Xuan's expression was complex: "I never imagined I'd die at the hands of the Zhuxian Sword. Maybe its breaking today is a good thing."

Tian Pangpang sighed: "My disciple is truly extraordinary—he'll achieve such greatness."