Bai Xue seemed to be frightened by the ugly soul. She screamed "Meow meow meow!" and jumped off Shen Yuan's shoulder, then quickly crawled under the collapsed bed.

Shen Yuan was also startled and was about to attack the soul in front of him, but the ugly soul took the initiative to beg for mercy.

"My dear senior, please forgive me and let me go!"

“I know a lot of secrets, including the method of controlling this sword, the method of refining weapons, and the long-lost magic skills.

If you let me go, I'll tell you everything!"

Shen Yuan stopped his move and looked at the ugly soul in front of him calmly.

He seemed to have suffered inhuman torture before his death, and the heavy resentment remaining in his body supported his soul to appear in front of people.

But there was no cultivation or magic power in him at all. He didn't look like a ghost cultivator at all. Instead, he was more like an ordinary person with a soul separated from his body.

Moreover, the ugly soul seemed to be connected to the aura of the Zhulong Immortal Sword, and even to some extent depended on the cold and gloomy aura emitted by the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

There was an aura on it that made Shen Yuan feel quite familiar.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan looked at the old man of the Fu family who had fallen down in the room.

The soul that took over another's body has disappeared from Mr. Fu's body, and the original soul is now awakening.

A flash of realization flashed across Shen Yuan's eyes: "So it's you!"

This ugly soul was the one who had previously taken over Mr. Fu’s body.

"I thought you were in control of this sword, but I didn't expect that you would sacrifice your body to the sword so that you could use the power of the sword to take over another body.

Your soul resides in the sword. During the process of taking over your body, the sword cannot leave this body, otherwise it will return to the sword after the possession fails.

This is also the reason why you suddenly lost control of the old man's body after I trapped the ancient bronze sword."

Speaking of this, Shen Yuan couldn't help but marvel at it.

"I thought you had the talent to tame this sword, but I didn't expect that you may appear to be the sword's master, but in reality you are just a sword slave who depends on this sword."

The sword slave dared not refute anything at this moment. He forced a flattering smile on his ugly face and said:

"Senior is indeed knowledgeable. Lowly people like us have no hope of immortality, so we can only resort to this last resort to have a chance to embark on the path of cultivation."

"Ten thousand years ago, the immortals predicted that spiritual energy would be exhausted in the future, so they joined forces with the gods to push the spiritual energy tide and set a rule that the spiritual energy tide would return every three thousand years.

This sword has experienced the depletion of spiritual energy countless times, and the sword body is broken and tattered, but even so, it still retains the power of a magic weapon, and its origin must be extraordinary.

I spent decades of painstaking research and finally, in an era of exhausted spiritual energy, I figured out how to sacrifice my body to gain a slight control over the ancient sword.

This time I offended you because I didn't know the real man. I am willing to become your sword slave and help you wield this sword."

The sword slave was very humble, but at the same time he was trying to remind Shen Yuan that ordinary means were simply not enough to control the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

Only with his transformation into a sword slave could he control this magical sword.

This is his way of saving his life. If Shen Yuan really wants to obtain this precious magic weapon, he must save his life.

Shen Yuan raised his brows slightly, this was the first time he heard that the spiritual energy tide cycled every three thousand years. Although the sword slave was not very powerful, he had a lot of information at his disposal.

This alone is enough to bring him considerable value.

"You are right. The fastest way for me to master this sword is to use it through your hand.

And I am also very interested in some of the information you know.”

Jian Nu's face immediately showed joy, but the next second Shen Yuan suddenly changed the subject.

"But compared to a magic weapon that I can't fully control, I prefer to nip the danger in the bud."

The smile on the sword slave's face immediately turned into panic, and his soul quickly escaped into the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword and shouted angrily:

"Don't think that you can kill me just because you can defeat me in flesh and blood.

The grade of this sword is far beyond your imagination. As long as the blade is intact, your methods will not be able to hurt me at all!"

Shen Yuan held the Zhulong Immortal Sword in his left hand and looked at Fu Hua, who looked a little flustered and didn't know what he was thinking.

“Is there a quiet room?”

Fu Hua quickly woke up from his previous bold fantasy and responded repeatedly:

"Yes! Of course!"

Then Fu Hua hurriedly walked in front to lead the way for Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan followed behind with the Zhulong Immortal Sword, and Fu Hua led Shen Yuan to a room in the corner of the second floor.

"This is the quiet room that my father prepared earlier. There are servants cleaning it at home all the time, so it should be usable."

"May I ask Mr. Shen if there is anything else that needs to be prepared?"

Shen Yuan shook his head and walked into the quiet room, while Fu Hua wisely prepared to leave.

At this moment, Shen Yuan seemed to remember something and said to Fu Hua:

"Mr. Fu is fine now. The injuries on his right hand are nothing to him now. He just needs to recuperate well."

When Fu Hua heard this, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

The battle had just ended, and when Fu Hua saw Mr. Fu lying in a pool of blood, he thought that Shen Yuan had failed to save the old man.

Now getting this response from Shen Yuan can be considered a surprise.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen!"

Fu Hua thanked him repeatedly, but Shen Yuan waved his hand nonchalantly and closed the quiet room.

This quiet room has been specially modified, and when the door is closed, the surrounding sounds disappear instantly.

In the center of the quiet room, there was an incense burner and a cushion. Shen Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, holding the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

Inside the Immortal Sword, the sword slave's sharp voice was still clamoring.

"Don't waste your efforts. No matter how many tricks you have, you can never hurt this immortal sword in the slightest."

"The power of this sword is far beyond your imagination. If we work together, it is not impossible for us to get a glimpse of the realm of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation in the future."

"If you continue like this, we will both lose."

Shen Yuan ignored the sword slave's words.

His eyes fell on the system interface, Shen Yuan muttered silently in his heart.

"Get your reward."

The next moment, a small, exquisite, almost transparent flying sword appeared in front of Shen Yuan.

The flying sword was less than the length of an index finger. The moment it appeared, it turned into a stream of light and pierced into Shen Yuan's brow. Then Shen Yuan could clearly feel that the flying sword appeared above his spiritual platform.

Swordsmanship (38th place in the Earthly Fiends): Sword and Qi merge into one, and the sword is controlled by the spirit. This is the source of all swordsmanship in the world. No matter how many methods are infinite, the sword of the Yuanshen can break them all!

The seed of the Disha sword technique was integrated into Shen Yuan's spiritual platform, and the aura of Shen Yuan began to change from the inside out.

At this moment, he seemed to use his body as a sword, transforming himself into the source of countless swordsmanship. All magical powers would bow before him.

For some reason, the sword slave hiding in the Zhulong Immortal Sword actually felt a little fear at this moment.

"No! Impossible! The spiritual energy tide has just returned. No one can control this sword."

Shen Yuan brushed the scabbard, and lightly flicked his index finger on the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

"Huiming, it's time to wake up!"

It was as if a dragon's roar came from the sky, resounding through the heavens and the earth. The rusty scabbard began to vibrate continuously, like a dragon trapped in chains trying to break free.

The divine sword that had been silent for ten thousand years was about to descend upon the earth again.

Thousands of miles away, in the sword tomb of one of the blessed places of Daxia, sword energy was everywhere and many famous swords rang out together, as if congratulating the return of the peerless immortal sword.

Many powerful men in the cave looked at everything in front of them at a loss, while more people forcibly suppressed their own natal swords to prevent themselves from joining in the chorus of sword sounds.

The sound of sword chanting lingered in the cave for three days without stopping!

Thousands of miles away, the Zhulong Immortal Sword in Shen Yuan's hand finally fell silent again, and the shackles of ten thousand years were difficult to break free of.

Only a little rust fell off the hilt of the sword and quickly dissipated into the air.

Along with the rust, the sword slave's soul, which had been shattered by the sword's chant, also disappeared.