Chapter 191

The mark on Lu Yang's palm read "one", and the mark on Gu Zha's palm read "eighty-seven"; after Lu Yang killed Gu Zha, the mark became "eighty-eight".

"Is this the demonic blade that's rumored to be so sinister? Its hosts are all killed by the blade, and only Gu Zha is a temporary exception?"

It was clear that Gu Zha had no sense of morality, throwing things around randomly; it was Lu Yang who helped pick it up.

The demonic blade was dark red, and the hilt looked like it was forged from the horn of some huge demonic beast; at the junction of the hilt and the blade, a deep red gemstone was embedded, looking like an eye.

Apart from the strange design, Lu Yang didn't find anything special about it.

"Hmm, this blade is somewhat interesting. It uses the horn of a flood dragon for the hilt, refined steel for the blade, and the dark red gemstone is actually the eye of the demonic beast 'Fei'."

Fei is a powerful demonic beast living in the wilderness, with a body like an ox, a white head, a single eye, and a snake's tail.

The Decayed Fairy finally played the role of a golden finger, introducing the miraculous aspects of this blade to Lu Yang.

"The material of this blade is excellent; if forged properly, it could develop spirituality. But the level of the blacksmith wasn't very good, forging only an empty shell and failing to give the blade spirituality."

"Even as a shell, it is still a rare magic treasure."

"This blade instinctively craves spirituality, so it is bloodthirsty and murderous; the more it kills, the more likely it is to develop spirituality."

"How does one recognize it as master?"

"Just drip blood to recognize it as master," the Decayed Fairy advised, "but I don't suggest you do that. This blade is insatiable; after you become its master, the more blood you feed it, the more it wants to devour its master, but if you don't feed it blood, it will devour its master all the same."

In the ancient era, there were magic treasures with similar characteristics; the Decayed Fairy had seen many geniuses who thought themselves special and believed they could subdue the treasure, but in terms of results, only a few succeeded.

"So that's how it is." Lu Yang finally understood why several masters of the demonic blade were killed by it; this blade never intended for its master to live. "It is an interesting blade, though."

"The reason Gu Zha wasn't backlashed by the demonic blade is simply that he held it for too short a time; it wasn't time for the backlash yet."

Lu Yang asked again: "If the demonic blade develops spirituality, what would its quality be?"

The Decayed Fairy said disdainfully: "It wouldn't even be enough to serve as a stepping stone for me."

Lu Yang said "Oh", so it seemed the quality of the demonic blade wasn't much.

The senior sister had not spoken from beginning to end, quietly reading her book.

She believed that with the abilities of Lu Yang and his two companions, winning the championship in this competition was not a difficult task.

While speaking, the mark on Lu Yang's palm changed again, jumping twice from "eighty-eight" to "one hundred and thirty-one".

The Wine and Meat Monk was specially targeted by the crowd and didn't snatch the Ginseng Fruit, which were snatched by two somewhat famous Foundation Establishment stage cultivators; without exception, they were all poisoned to death.

The other two Ginseng Fruits were also coated with highly toxic poison; now that the distance was too far, Lu Yang couldn't feel the state of the Ginseng Fruit clones.

Lu Yang deactivated the clone state and returned to his original height.

He put the demonic blade into his storage ring and looked for the next target.

The storage ring was something he had prepared temporarily; after all, in the territory of the Decayed Sect, he couldn't use the Congwendao Sect's identity jade plate as a storage ring, as that would be too arrogant.

"Hmm? Whose blood is this?" Lu Yang discovered a few drops of blood on the ground not far away; it was very fresh, as if someone had been injured and left it while fleeing.

"Let's chase and see."

After being injured, combat power inevitably drops; this was an easy achievement to pick up.

Sure enough, as Lu Yang had guessed, as the distance to the injured person closed, the bloodstains became more obvious, changing from a few drops to a pool; it was clear that the other party had suffered a very heavy injury.

Finally, Lu Yang saw the injured person—it was the Wine and Meat Monk!

At this moment, the Wine and Meat Monk opened his large hand, grabbed someone by the neck, and with a 'crack', that person's neck was twisted off.

"Another one lured into my trap." The Wine and Meat Monk revealed a cruel smile.

During the Ginseng Fruit snatching battle, he pretended to be no match for the crowd and fled while injured, luring several contestants to chase him, only to be killed by him one by one.

"Who told me my reputation for ferocity is too great? If I didn't do this, I wouldn't be able to find anyone at all." The Wine and Meat Monk explained with a smile.

As one of the three most outstanding seed players, others would run as soon as they saw him; he had no chance to fight at all.

It was better to reveal a flaw and let the fish take the bait.

The Wine and Meat Monk gave a light 'huh': "You look familiar, but forget it, no matter who you are, consider yourself unlucky to have met me!"

Looking familiar was because the Ginseng Fruit and Lu Yang looked very much alike, like father and son, only the Wine and Meat Monk hadn't made the connection for a moment.

The Wine and Meat Monk clenched his fists, tensed his muscles, and the bleeding wound healed immediately; he took out a golden alms bowl, intending to trap Lu Yang.

Lu Yang silently took out the demonic blade from his storage ring, squatted on the ground, and dipped it in the blood left by the Wine and Meat Monk.

The demonic blade directly recognized the Wine and Meat Monk as its master.

The demonic blade hovered in the air and, with a 'whoosh', stabbed toward the Wine and Meat Monk.

Perhaps the demonic blade had never seen such a generous master and wanted to give him a warm embrace—using the blade's edge.

The Wine and Meat Monk was shocked; where did the demonic blade come from, and why would it stab him?

The golden alms bowl that had followed the Wine and Meat Monk for a long time was directly pierced, and the Wine and Meat Monk fought with difficulty.

Lu Yang clicked his tongue on the side: "This level doesn't look like someone who has a chance to be favored by the Hanging Temple, does it?"

As the sect with the fewest people among the five great immortal sects, the Hanging Temple only recruited disciples with extraordinary talent; with the Wine and Meat Monk's talent, he could barely serve as a handyman for the Hanging Temple.

"The Hanging Temple claims that everyone has a chance to enter; I naturally have a chance to enter the Hanging Temple, it's just that I gave up that opportunity!" The Wine and Meat Monk said while fighting.

"... You really know how to gild your own lily."

The Wine and Meat Monk was useless; he couldn't beat the demonic blade and was stabbed through the heart by it in one go.

The demonic blade was once again without a master.

"Pitiful, the master he just recognized is gone just like that."

Lu Yang picked up the demonic blade and set off again.

"Blood Floods the Yellow Springs!" Someone had their eyes on Lu Yang and launched a sneak attack from the shadows!

A bloody ocean rushed toward Lu Yang, carrying a fishy smell; one could tell it was blood just by smelling it.

Lu Yang was unhurried and took out the demonic blade again; as a Sword Spirit Root, he had a natural affinity for blades and swords, so comprehending blade techniques was not a difficult task.

He performed the blade technique he had just created.

"Master-Recognizing Blade Technique!"

The demonic blade slashed toward the bloody ocean like a shark smelling blood, flashing with an eerie red light, and stabbed the person who sneaked up on Lu Yang to death once again.

"Surging Blood Palm!"

"Master-Recognizing Blade Technique!"

"Blood Skeleton!"

"Master-Recognizing Blade Technique!"

As expected of the demonic sect, the spells they learned were either related to fierce ghosts and skeletons or to blood and dead souls, very suitable for selecting masters for the demonic blade.

Relying on the Master-Recognizing Blade Technique, Lu Yang fought across the world without an equal.

It was a pity that the masters of the demonic blade were all short-lived, without exception, and were backlashed before they could live for three seconds.

Lu Yang shook his head with regret; he just wanted to find a master for the demonic blade, why was it so difficult?

"Such a good magic treasure, and you all have no fate to enjoy it."

More and more people knew of Lu Yang's existence; now the outside world was spreading rumors that Lu Yang had become the master of the demonic blade, killing wantonly and being even more ferocious than Gu Zha.

Some also recognized that Lu Yang looked very much like the Ginseng Fruit and, thinking of those who were poisoned to death, guessed that the Ginseng Fruit was a scam.

In the dense forest, after the demonic blade killed a master as usual, Lu Yang met Meng Jingzhou.

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang, gnashing his teeth.

"Good skills, disguising yourself as a Ginseng Fruit and fooling everyone!"

(End of chapter)