A demonic sword, huh? Just piss yourself and you'll behave!

Watching Ji Chan'er drift away, Qi Yuan unhurriedly straightened his clothes, preparing to go find the true culprit behind the Qi family massacre case.

It had to be said that the imposter actually had some skill; to be able to withstand a soul search by a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator and even be evaluated as a "tough guy" by a certain ruthless demonic sect enchantress was clearly no ordinary feat.

According to the mission objective given by the System, he had to personally slay the murderer to receive the reward.

Therefore, no matter how great the other party's background was, to Qi Yuan, they were nothing more than trash who hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment. There was no need to overthink it; just killing them directly was the simplest solution.

"Eh?"

After taking only a few steps, Qi Yuan suddenly sensed something unusual, and his figure immediately came to a halt.

He discovered that within his personal storage space, the Profound Heaven Sword was somehow trembling violently, as if it were afraid of something.

What was going on?

Qi Yuan frowned. With a thought, he quickly released the Profound Heaven Sword.

Once it was out, the Profound Heaven Sword immediately regained its calm. It lay motionless in his hand, looking no different from usual.

Wondering about something, he pulled the cyan longsword out from his storage space as well.

Whoosh!

When this longsword appeared, the Profound Heaven Sword began to vibrate slightly again, even more intensely than before.

This sword is strange!

Qi Yuan quickly figured out the problem. The Profound Heaven Sword was a Flying Sword at the level of a top-tier Magic Treasure. Although it couldn't compare to a true Spirit Treasure, it already possessed a faint trace of spirituality.

For it to feel fear proved that the sword Ji Chan'er had given him was by no means an ordinary blade. Its rank had to be at least much higher than that of the Profound Heaven Sword; otherwise, such a clear suppression of its own kind would be impossible.

After reconfirming several times, the realization dawned on Qi Yuan. He put away the Profound Heaven Sword and focused his attention on the mysterious longsword in his hand.

"That's right! Ji Chan'er said this sword can devour a Cultivator's essence blood. How about..."

At this thought, he raised his palm, intending to force a drop of essence blood from his fingertip and drip it onto the sword to see what would happen.

However, after thinking about it, Qi Yuan felt a bit reluctant.

As the old saying goes, one drop of *that* is worth ten drops of blood.

He was already somewhat "anemic" right now and hadn't recovered yet. If he wasted essence blood on this broken sword and it didn't react, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

After hesitating for just a moment, he silently withdrew his finger and ran to the inn's kitchen to grab two chickens... A short while later.

Accompanied by two "cluck" screams, the sword rose and the chickens went to the Great Beyond.

The bright red chicken blood vanished as soon as it touched the sword's body, and the corpses of the two chickens instantly shriveled up.

In the blink of an eye, the two lively free-range chickens were turned into skeletal frames of skin and bones.

It really is a Demonic Weapon.

Qi Yuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel some interest.

This sword really isn't a picky eater; it doesn't even turn its nose up at chicken blood. It seems its standards aren't that high.

Next, out of curiosity, he poured a bowl of tea onto the sword.

The clear tea flowed over the sword's body but caused no change.

He tried pouring a few drops of spiritual water containing Spiritual Qi, but there was still no reaction.

It only drinks blood?

Qi Yuan pondered silently and tentatively forced out a tiny wisp of essence blood from his fingertip.

Hum—

As if smelling the surging energy contained within the essence blood, the mysterious longsword began to vibrate violently, clearly craving this wisp of essence blood.

"Damn, so you broken sword have spirituality too? Were you just pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger in front of me earlier?"

Seeing this, Qi Yuan snorted coldly and unceremoniously pulled that wisp of essence blood back into his body, speaking in an unfriendly tone:

"Stop faking it. I know you're sentient."

"Also, wasn't it said that you give back to the wielder after drinking blood? You just ate two chickens, so why isn't there even a bit of feedback? Did you take a cut for yourself?"

At this point, he slammed the mysterious longsword heavily onto the table. "Hurry up and spit the chickens out for me, or I won't be polite with you."

Facing the threat, the mysterious longsword lying on the table remained motionless like a dead object. The luster on the sword's body became increasingly dull, seemingly carrying a hint of contempt.

Heh!

Qi Yuan's expression darkened.

"Since you refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Immediately after, he stepped forward and pinned the mysterious longsword under his foot, cursing as he unbuckled his belt:

"Let me tell you, now that you've fallen into my hands, there's no blood, but there's plenty of piss. Do you want to try some?"

Before his voice could fade, the mysterious longsword finally reacted. The blade bounced up frantically, looking like it wanted to break free.

Seeing that Qi Yuan had already unbuckled his belt, the mysterious longsword could no longer remain silent. A furious roar erupted from the sword.

"Beast, stop! This venerable one is the Demonic Sword Ning Yuan! If you dare be disrespectful to me, I will certainly hack you into ten thousand pieces and scatter your ashes!"

The voice was low and raspy, like an old man who had weathered many storms, but at this moment, it was filled with deep resentment and killing intent.

Demonic Sword Ning Yuan?

Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he gave a cold smile:

"You broken sword can actually speak human language? So you were playing dead to mess with me earlier!"

"Threatening me, are you? Fine, let's see if I dare!"

The next moment.

Sizzle—

A stream of pale yellow liquid sliced through the air, evenly drenching the body of the mysterious longsword.

The longsword vibrated gently, then immediately went limp on the ground like a withered eggplant, falling silent. The sharp aura faintly emanating from the sword also vanished without a trace.

A moment later, Qi Yuan adjusted his pants with a composed expression and said coldly:

"Now take me to find your master. Otherwise, I'll suppress you at the bottom of a latrine right now and let you eat and drink your fill in there."

Hearing this, the mysterious longsword shuddered violently, seemingly hesitating. Only after a long while did a faint ripple slowly transmit from it:

"Since my birth, I have slaughtered billions and slain gods and buddhas. Those who held me were all submissive and trembling with fear. You are the first to dare treat me like this."

"If I hadn't gone tens of thousands of years without drinking essence blood, I would have long since cut you down, you ant."

Qi Yuan gave a disdainful smile:

"No matter how badass you are, you're nothing more than a blood-sucking vampire sword with heavy sins. I'm full of righteousness and hate evil as if it were my enemy. You're lucky to have met me."

The mysterious longsword fell silent for a moment, then spoke gloomily:

"Han Lie is merely my eighth Sword Servant; he is not qualified to be my master at all."

"I see that your actions are unscrupulous and lawless; you must be someone with deep demonic nature."

"If you take me to massacre this city and use the blood of a million living beings to help me complete my recovery, I will forgive your disrespectful actions."

"At that time, even betraying Han Lie would be no problem."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow and said with a chuckle:

"It seems you still don't understand the situation. Cut the crap. You have two choices. One, obediently take me to find Han Lie."

"Two, the latrine in this inn is used by many people every day; it's very suitable for burying you there."

The mysterious longsword immediately went silent. Just as Qi Yuan was about to completely lose his patience, it weakly muttered:

"Bea... uh, young friend, please wash me clean first. I will take you to find the person now."

Seeing this, Qi Yuan smiled slightly.

Demonic sword, evil sword, whatever. One piss and it'll behave!