Chapter 89: One-Directional Dragon-Slaying Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Return as One to Slay Ghosts and Gods

Ye Xuan hovered above this star-river, and though he had fished four times already, each time he saw the scene within the fishing space, he could not help but be awestruck.

He retracted his gaze, stirred his intent, and a purple-gold fishing rod appeared instantly in his hand; its shaft pulsed with mysterious light patterns, as if resonating with the star-river. Without hesitation, Ye Xuan flicked his wrist, and the line traced a graceful arc downward, plunging into the endless stars below, vanishing into the glittering sea of light.

He closed his eyes and focused, letting the line drift through the star-sea; time here seemed to lose meaning until the rod trembled faintly.

Ye Xuan snapped his eyes open, surged power into his arm, and the purple-gold rod tore through the starry void—the line retracted from the star-sea, and at its end, a pale green orb was slowly drawn forth, its glow shifting, within which faint dragon roars could be heard.

The system’s voice echoed in Ye Xuan’s ear.

【Ding】

【Congratulations, Host. Item acquired—Dragon-Slaying Sword】

【Item Name: Dragon-Slaying Sword】

[World of Origin: Zhuxian World]

【Item Info: The Dragon-Slaying Sword was forged from ten-thousand-year-old green crystal harvested from the bitterest reaches of the southern frontier, taking six years to complete. On the day it was forged, thunder rumbled in heaven and rain fell like dragon’s blood; hence its name: Dragon-Slaying, one of the Nine Heavenly Divine Weapons】

【Note 1: The Dragon-Slaying Sword advances relentlessly, slaying countless traitors and evils. To wield it, one must press forward without retreat, using offense as defense. Even if one’s cultivation is insufficient, one must resolve to slay all formidable foes—only then can its divine power be fully unleashed】

[Note 2: The Dragon-Slaying Sword advances without pause, and when ten thousand swords converge as one, it slays ghosts and gods. Within its blade lie the sword intentions of two former masters of the Zhuxian World; those with exceptional sword talent may awaken one of the Four True Sword Formulas of the Qingyun Sect—the Sword of Ghost-Slaying]

“The Dragon-Slaying Sword from Zhuxian? Unexpected, indeed.”

“But I do lack a weapon right now.”

Ye Xuan was surprised to have fished up the Dragon-Slaying Sword from the Zhuxian World, yet he could accept it.

The Multiverse Fishing System often yields items from any world; and Zhuxian was one of the worlds he knew well.

Yet the Zhuxian World’s tier, excluding its sequel, was not particularly high. Though it appeared to be a cultivation world, no true immortals ever appeared—the Taiqing Realm was already its peak.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword would likely grant him only modest enhancement.

But it was still suitable for him now.

Though inferior to the Wangquan Sword from the Fox Spirit World, it was still one of the Nine Heavenly Divine Weapons, sufficient to carry his sword intent; moreover, it contained the sword intentions of Wan Jianyi and Lin Jingyu, which would aid him.

Compared to manifesting characters via the Rat Talisman and interacting with them, directly sensing the sword’s essence was far simpler.

But primarily, it was due to the differing rules between worlds—only by possessing Multiverse Treasures could these be overcome. Just as Ye Xuan could manifest characters from other worlds via the Rat Talisman, he could not learn their world’s abilities from them.

“System, claim the Dragon-Slaying Sword.”

No sooner had he spoken than the void rippled, and a longsword materialized out of thin air.

Its blade was as translucent as jade, with a dragon carving winding from guard to tip—its lines flowed like drifting clouds, lacking intricate scales, yet the subtle gradations of green along the blade’s surface rendered it as a coiling dragon soaring through the heavens under starlight.

The edge gleamed like a pool of autumn water, radiating chilling cold; a faint green aura shimmered along the blade, as if ready to burst forth as dragon’s breath.

“The blade bears a dragon, the edge clear as autumn water, auspicious qi rising, emerald as liquid.”

“Dragon-Slaying! What a magnificent Dragon-Slaying!”

The instant his fingers closed around the hilt, the blade blazed with brilliant green light; the dragon carving seemed infused with life, surging across the blade like a living serpent, its radiant glow erupting like a dragon emerging from water, turning the entire star-sea into rippling emerald waves.

A clear, piercing dragon roar echoed through the void, shaking the surrounding stars.

Ye Xuan’s eyes glowed with unmistakable affection; his fingertip brushed the cool blade—no sword cultivator could ever refuse a fine sword.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword might not greatly boost his power, but as a weapon in itself, it was unquestionably exceptional.

After exiting the system space, Ye Xuan’s spiritual energy surged like a river into the blade—suddenly, the Dragon-Slaying Sword erupted in blinding emerald radiance, its sword qi piercing the nine heavens, as a solidified green dragon spirit rose from its tip, head raised, roaring a thunderous dragon cry whose waves became visible ripples spreading through the clouds.

The green dragon spirit swelled with the wind, and under Ye Xuan’s torrent of spiritual energy, it transformed in an instant into a hundred-zhang behemoth coiled across the heavens, emerald claws and scales tearing through the sea of clouds, staining the entire sky with emerald auroras.

When this dragon roar echoed across the land, when its reverberations filled the sky, across Great Xia, a succession of sword hums rang out.

Jiangcheng, Jinxiu Community.

A black-haired boy sat intently at his keyboard, his in-game character slaughtering foes in a team battle—when suddenly, his fingers froze, his brow furrowed.

“Hey! Lin Xiaoyang, what are you staring at? Start DPS already!”

His headset blared his teammate’s shout.

Lin Xiaoyang replied with a strange expression:

“I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I feel something… ringing.”

“Ring your ass! I’ll report you for AFK!”

Lin Xiaoyang ignored his teammate’s curses, yanked off his headset, and leapt to his feet—the sound grew clearer, vibrating right beside his ear, as if rising from deep within his soul.

He scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on the decorative sword hanging on the wall—pure white, with a crimson stripe running down its length, its hilt deep red as blood.

Lin Xiaoyang swallowed hard. If he remembered correctly, he’d bought this sword three months ago, when many had rushed to purchase items from anime due to the appearance of Multiverse Treasures.

Coincidentally, an anime he’d adored since childhood had resurged in popularity online—he’d seen this sword, and bought it on impulse.

He still remembered its name to this day—or rather, he’d never forgotten it.

Three feet five inches long, blade crimson as blood, unbreakable, supremely sharp.

Its name—Changhong!

Luocheng, a martial arts dojo.

A girl wiping a wooden sword suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on the pale blue longsword mounted highest on the weapon rack—the blade spontaneously frosted over, its blue-green hilt embedded with an emerald.

Without anyone touching it, it emitted a crisp sword hum!

Its name—Bingpo!

Yunhai City, Antique Street.

A spectacled vendor slammed his hand on the counter—the glass case within trembled violently as a longsword with a deep-purple blade glowed with violet light.

Its name—Ziyun!

Nanling, Martial Arts School.

On the training ground, a broadsword used as a teaching prop suddenly leapt from its rack, clanging into the ground, its blade blazing with golden light, its edge razor-sharp, thunder rumbling across the clear sky.

Its name—Benlei!

Xichuan, secluded mountain temple.

On the incense altar, a sword radiating green light stirred without wind, its blade writhing like a spirit serpent, emitting a clear, trembling hum.

Its name—Qingguang!

Yangcheng, Film City Prop Warehouse.

A deep-blue, violet-sheathed sword suddenly burst from its crate, emitting a faint blue glow, the air humming with whispers of wind.

Its name—Xuanfeng!

Capital City, Museum.

Inside the display case, an ancient sword with a pale green blade suddenly blazed with blinding light—the alarm shrieked, emerald radiance surged, sword qi swirling.

Its name—Yuhua!

Hmm, though the Dragon-Slaying Sword isn’t bad, it feels a bit overpowered; but next time you’ll have no excuse to say I’m overbuffing—instead, you’ll think I’ve given the host too much of a cheat.

Hehe, just a little anticipation, everyone—feel free to guess which world it is, though it’s not anime.

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(End of Chapter)