179: The Demon Sword has arrived! Please, take this broken sword and use it for chopping wood!

Yellow Springs Secret Realm, Bloody Wasteland.

Su Chen and his group were walking on a broad, smooth road paved with Yellow Springs Holy Gold.

Yes, it was a grand avenue.

Wide, flat, brilliantly golden, and outrageously flashy.

On both sides of the road, countless Heaven And Earth Treasures that could cause bloody storms in the outside world were growing wildly like roadside weeds, desperately radiating their Precious Light and swaying with effort.

Above the sky, Colorful Auspicious Clouds condensed from the purest Origin Devilish Qi thoughtfully cast a soft, non-glaring halo, setting a luxurious and solemn atmosphere.

Even more outrageous, rows of powerful Puppet Guards in the distance had thrown their weapons on the ground, bending their backs uniformly at ninety degrees, their heads practically buried in the dirt, their posture unbelievably subservient.

Su Chen felt uncomfortable with this display.

[Holy crap, what's going on?]

[Isn't this service a bit too enthusiastic? I just came in to watch the show and Eat Melon, I'm not here to ascend the throne. There's no need for such a grand spectacle, right?]

[It seems my cheap father-in-law, the Leader of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult, really went all out to curry favor with his future son-in-law.]

Ling Qingzhu, who was beside him, was shaken to her core by the incredible scene before her.

Having come from the Yaochi Holy Land, what grand spectacle hadn't she seen?

But for a place notorious as the resting place of an Ancient Devil Emperor, the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, to fawn over an intruder to this extent was simply unheard of and unseen!

All things bowed, and the grand avenue was laid!

This wasn't exploring a Secret Realm; this was clearly a Monarch inspecting his own territory!

She secretly glanced at Su Chen beside her.

He still maintained his lazy demeanor, his eyes even carrying a hint of accustomed boredom, as if everything before him was simply the way things should be and not worth mentioning.

Ling Qingzhu's heart was fiercely stirred once again.

[Just how powerful is the Su Family?]

[Even the will of a Devil Emperor Secret Realm must grovel before him and actively offer everything!]

[In his diary, he always said he just wanted to keep a low profile and be a salted fish. It turns out... it's because the height he stands at already far exceeds the imagination of the world. In his eyes, these so-called Opportunities, these so-called trials, are truly just roadside scenery.]

[He isn't pretending, he genuinely doesn't care!]

Ling Qingzhu's Divine Brain Supplement Technique once again reached a new Realm.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Su Chen's hand, the love and adoration in her eyes almost materializing and overflowing.

Just then.

"Buzz—!"

A terrifying Demonic Might that tore through heaven and earth shot up from the deepest part of the Secret Realm!

Immediately afterward, a ferocious long sword—pitch black, with Vengeful Spirits circling its body, and a Blood-colored Demonic Crystal that devoured Divine Souls embedded in its Hilt—slashed through the sky and rushed toward them with speed surpassing lightning!

Emperor Weapon!

The yellow springs demonic sword!

Ling Qingzhu's breath hitched, her Spiritual Power instantly circulated, and she subconsciously shielded Su Chen behind her, her beautiful Face solemn.

However, the Emperor Weapon, which was emitting monstrous Demonic Might, suddenly performed an "emergency brake" a Hundred Zhang in front of them.

All the Demonic Might and Killing Intent were retracted completely within a fraction of a second.

Then, its flight path became wobbly, the sword body buzzing, and it cautiously approached Su Chen.

The Blood-colored Demonic Crystal on the sword body even flashed repeatedly, trying hard to emit a flattering message of, "I'm very obedient, come and pet me."

Su Chen: "..."

Ling Qingzhu: "..."

Spring Flower and Qiuyue: "..."

A deathly silence enveloped the four people; the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Su Chen watched the Emperor Weapon trying hard to act cute in front of him, his eyelids twitching wildly.

[What the hell is going on? They're going this far just to give a gift? They're delivering the final BOSS's drop reward directly to me?]

[Isn't this service a bit excessive? If other Challengers see this, how am I supposed to keep a low profile? How can I happily Eat Melon and watch the show in the corner?]

[Besides, this sword clearly isn't anything good; it's full of Devilish Qi. It must have the Remnant Divine Soul of some unclean Old Devil sealed inside. Taking it would be a huge, inescapable trouble.]

Su Chen looked disgusted and had no intention of reaching out to take it.

The yellow springs demonic sword seemed anxious, its body shaking even more violently, and it even actively scooted forward, trying to shove its Hilt directly into Su Chen's hand.

Deep within the Secret Realm, the Divine Thought of the Devil Emperor's Remnant Divine Soul was practically weeping.

[Ancestor! My Ancestor! Please just take it!]

[This is all of this Lowly One's wealth and life! Please take pity on me, a lonely old man who has been dead for over a hundred thousand years, and accept it!]

[If you don't like it, I wouldn't say a word even if you took it to chop firewood! I beg you, please take it and leave quickly! My small temple cannot accommodate a Great God like you!]

Su Chen remained unmoved, even pulling Ling Qingzhu back half a step, intending to walk around this Forcibly Selling demonic sword.

[Forget it, I still won't take it. It's too ugly; it affects my handsome and dashing overall image.]

The yellow springs demonic sword: "Buzz buzz buzz!!!"

It was so anxious it was close to disintegrating, and the Devilish Qi on its body carried a hint of desperate grief.

Ling Qingzhu watched this scene, completely numb.

An Emperor Weapon begging for Recognition, only to be publicly rejected as ugly by its master... this world is truly insane.

Watching the genuine look of disgust on Su Chen's Face, a thought suddenly arose in her heart, and a warm current instantly spread throughout her body.

[He... he isn't truly disgusted with this Emperor Weapon.]

[He is afraid that the monstrous Devilish Qi on this demonic sword will erode me!]

[That's why he doesn't want to touch it! Even if it is an Emperor Weapon!]

[Su Chen... you hopelessly gentle Idiot!]

Understanding this, Ling Qingzhu felt a warmth in her heart and voluntarily spoke, "Su Chen, it... it seems to really like you. You should... accept it."

Hearing this, Su Chen turned his head and glanced at her.

[Qingzhu has spoken up. If I still don't give Face, wouldn't I seem too Heartless?]

[Sigh, forget it, if I have to take it, I'll take it. What a hassle.]

Su Chen sighed heavily in his heart, finally extended his hand, his Face clearly showing reluctance, and grasped the Hilt of the yellow springs demonic sword.

That action, that expression, was nothing like someone holding a supreme treasure that would make even a Great Emperor envious.

It was more like being forcibly handed a Gym flyer on the street—if you didn't take it, they wouldn't let you leave—so he reluctantly accepted it with a look of misfortune.