"Master." Just then, a boy's voice appeared in Qin An's mind.
"Who are you?" Qin An asked the voice in his mind.
"I am the sword spirit!" the voice exclaimed excitedly. "I can finally come out! I've been suffocating for so long! For over a thousand years, I can finally move around!"
"Sword Spirit?" Qin An was puzzled as he listened to the sword spirit's mutterings.
"Hey, who do you look down on?" The sword spirit was a little annoyed when it saw Qin An's questioning expression.
"I am a divine sword, a divine sword! Of course a divine sword has a sword spirit!" The sword spirit said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
"A divine sword?" Qin An raised the sword in his hand, somewhat incredulous. "If it's a divine sword, then why did you choose me?"
"Of course, it's fate that we're here. Besides, I sensed a trace of demonic blood in you."
"Impossible!" Qin An immediately retorted, "How could I possibly have demon blood in me? You must be lying to me! Yes, that must be it!"
"As the sword spirit of the Bloodthirsty Sword, I couldn't possibly be wrong about what I sensed!" The sword spirit was somewhat dissatisfied, and its tone became a bit sharp.
Qin An was no longer paying attention to what he was saying; he was completely gripped by panic.
He told himself over and over that this couldn't be true, that he couldn't possibly have demonic blood. But another voice inside him said that what the sword spirit said might very well be true.
Qin An began to worry. What if his master found out he had demon blood? Would he drive him away? Would he never want him again? The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.
Finally, it took him a great deal of effort to calm himself down. He told himself that there was no evidence to prove he had demon blood. He didn't need to panic; as long as he stood firmly by his master's side, that was enough.
After calming himself down, Qin An said to the sword spirit of the Bloodthirsty Sword, "Alright, stop talking. I won't believe you."
"Hey, you brat!" the sword spirit yelled, about to continue speaking.
"Shut up!" Qin An shouted, and the sword spirit obediently shut its mouth and became well-behaved.
Qin An, holding the Bloodthirsty Sword, walked down the mountain step by step.
Meanwhile, Ye Feiyu sensed a summoning power as soon as he entered the Sword Tomb.
This summoning power dispelled the spiritual pressure on his body and the sword intent around him, allowing him to easily ascend to the summit.
At the summit, a purple-gold sword was planted in the ground. Ye Feiyu was certain that the summoning power emanated from this sword.
Ye Feiyu strode forward, bit his fingertip, dripped a drop of blood onto the sword, then gripped the sword and pulled it out.
The sword absorbed Ye Feiyu's blood, emitting a buzzing sound and a pillar of light that reached the heavens, causing the entire sword mound to shake. As Ye Feiyu gripped the hilt, it produced a series of pleasant, clear chimes.
The moment Ye Feiyu grasped the sword, the words "Demon-Slaying Sword" flashed into his mind.
"Master, I am the spirit of the Demon-Slaying Sword." A woman's voice rang in Ye Feiyu's mind, and Ye Feiyu nodded in understanding.
Previously, Ye Feiyu had researched information about divine swords and knew that any sword that becomes a divine sword will generate a sword spirit.
Ye Feiyu was extremely excited after obtaining the Demon-Slaying Sword. He never expected to actually possess a divine sword, and he descended the mountain with light steps.
The elders waiting outside were already extremely anxious. Two tremors had occurred within the Sword Tomb; if nothing unexpected happened, it meant a divine sword had been born. And it was very likely that two divine swords had emerged simultaneously.
The elders eagerly awaited the news, all wanting to know who had obtained the divine sword.
The disciples emerged from the Sword Tomb one after another. The elders scanned each disciple with their divine senses, secretly shaking their heads. This one isn't it, that one isn't it either…
When Ye Feiyu came out, the elders' eyes lit up instantly. They quickly surrounded him.
"May I ask, Nephew Ye, is what you obtained the Demon-Slaying Sword?" an impatient elder asked eagerly.
"What this disciple has received is indeed the Demon-Slaying Sword." Ye Feiyu nodded and bowed to the elders.
"Excellent, excellent, this is wonderful!" The elders were extremely excited. "Truly, Heaven blesses our Star River Sect!"
"Nephew Ye, the Demon-Slaying Sword you have obtained is the very sword of our Star River Sect's first patriarch! I hope you can wield this Demon-Slaying Sword and carry forward the spirit of slaying demons and monsters."
"This disciple will certainly not disgrace this Demon-Slaying Sword," Ye Feiyu said solemnly.
"Hmm, this child is teachable."
Just as the elders were surrounding Ye Feiyu, Qin An also walked out of the Sword Tomb.
When Shu Lan saw Qin An come out, she immediately went to greet him.
"How are you? Are you hurt?" Shu Lan asked Qin An with concern.
"Master, I'm fine." Qin An had already used a cleansing spell to remove the bloodstains from his body when he came down the mountain. He didn't want his master to worry, and his clothes were only slightly torn.
"That's good." Shu Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
"How was the harvest?"
Qin An held the Bloodthirsty Sword in both hands and handed it to Shu Lan.
The Bloodthirsty Sword hummed in protest, but at Qin An's command in his mind, it had to quiet down and give in.
Shu Lan took the Bloodthirsty Sword and sensed a strong bloodthirsty aura emanating from it.
"Bloodthirsty Sword?" Shu Lan read out the small characters on the sword.
Qin An nodded.
"What? The Bloodthirsty Sword?!" An elder with very keen ears immediately caught Shu Lan's voice.
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