Chapter 10 "You have already acknowledged me as your master..."
Ji Fuguang stood beside the bamboo grove, tall and elegant with a straight back.
His face, once its usual gentle smile faded, appeared unusually sharp.
His skin was extremely white, his features were sharp and angular, his long, narrow phoenix eyes were deeply creased, as if drawn with an ink-black brush, and his eyebrows and eyes held endless darkness.
Like an extremely exquisite yet cold-looking knife, with interwoven gold threads, it is sharp and gleaming.
It was so striking that one dared not look directly at it.
Before him, the giant wolf lowered its body, its huge head bowed, not daring to look directly at him.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, it really is you!"
"I knew it! I knew you would come back!"
Its voice was excited and joyful. In its excitement, its entire semi-transparent body flickered and almost lost its shape.
At the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, it waited for nearly ten thousand years, through the endless cycle of the sun, moon, and stars, and the ever-changing seas and mulberry fields.
The world has changed many times, but all the demons firmly believe that their king will return.
Now, it has finally arrived!
His Majesty appeared at the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords and took away the Demon Clan's divine weapon "Night-Shining Snow," giving meaning to everything it guarded here.
Thinking about what had just happened, it quickly explained:
"Your Majesty, I failed to recognize your identity and acted rashly. It was truly my fault! You may punish me as you see fit, but I will gladly accept it!"
It mustered its courage, looked up, and gazed reverently at the man before it.
Ji Fuguang had not yet unfolded his folding fan; he was twisting the fan ribs and pointing it at the giant wolf.
The fan blades, capable of delivering a fatal blow, were aimed at the giant wolf, yet it held its head high, its eyes showing no fear, only eager anticipation and joy.
Ji Fuguang lowered his phoenix eyes, the shadow of his long eyelashes falling on his pupils, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, showing neither joy nor anger.
He slightly raised his hand, and a burst of demonic energy shot out from his folding fan, instantly crushing the demon wolf's soul into dust.
The black mist around the demon wolf gradually dissipated, but the excited and satisfied expression on its face could still be vaguely seen.
To die for His Majesty is a principle ingrained in the very bones of every demon.
Ji Fuguang gently waved his folding fan, and the fragrance of pear blossoms slowly wafted around him.
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Sheng Zhiyi circled the forest, deliberately slashing tree branches with her sword every now and then to make noise and attract the giant wolf.
Her heart was in her throat. She gripped the divine sword tightly with one hand and clutched the half-eaten perfume fruit with the other.
It's alright! Sheng Zhiyi!
Ji Fuguang is now powerless, while you have both a divine weapon and a fruit that can charm magical beasts!
He can only count on you! You must draw away the pursuers!
She gritted her teeth and ran forward, her steps uneven, panting heavily, but she never dared to stop.
After running for more than half an hour, Sheng Zhiyi finally stopped behind a bush.
Her limbs felt as if they were filled with molten lead, unable to move an inch, or like a weak, powerless noodle, unable to support her to stand.
I really want to find a place to rest.
But remembering the time she leaned against a tree trunk and alerted the tree spirit, she dared not approach the surrounding trees at all.
Looking around, nowhere felt safe enough.
Sheng Zhiyi's gaze fell on the longsword in her hand...
With a "whoosh," the longsword returned to its sheath.
With a "thud," the longsword plunged into the ground.
Sheng Zhiyi leaned on the hilt of her sword, panting heavily. The more she thought about it, the more cautious she felt she had been.
While sitting down is comfortable, it would be very inconvenient if danger were to strike.
It's better to stand up, so you can run away if there's any danger.
As for dealing with the enemy...
Sheng Zhiyi said that one should have self-awareness, and that such a possibility does not yet exist in her life.
"Hello!"
A childish voice suddenly rang in Sheng Zhiyi's mind, startling her.
Could it be that the system has been upgraded and become more intelligent?
She quickly looked at the system in her mind.
Strange, no new tasks have been issued. "System? You can talk now?"
"What is that thing?! Bow your head!"
The childish voice was full of anger, and it commanded crisply.
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her head, somewhat bewildered.
The space between the bushes in the forest is narrow, with nothing but green grass.
A thought struck her, and she looked closely.
The grass on the ground was trampled down by her footsteps and lay flat.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized quickly.
"Good thing you know! Now hurry up and change it!"
When reading the book, I never heard of any plant or tree having a spirit. How come the little grass can talk now, and it can even transmit its words to her sea of consciousness? This is a skill that only high-level demon beasts possess.
She was puzzled, so she moved to the side.
"Did I step on you and hurt you? I didn't mean to, is this okay now?"
"..."
The childish voice paused for a moment, then boomed in her mind like thunder:
"Who do you think I am! I'll show you my sword! Take this!"
The divine sword was so angry it almost fell backward.
The "Jinghong Feather" was a sacred artifact that was worshipped and respected by the gods every day. Before it was used, its owner would even burn incense and pray, and bathe and change clothes.
Even in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, its old adversary treated it with utmost caution, always on guard. The demonic wolf was even more cautious, not daring to get close.
As a result, she left with Sheng Zhiyi, who seemed like an ordinary person, first as a fire poker, and then as a crutch.
Now they'd rather believe a frail blade of grass can cultivate into a powerful demon than even consider that this divine artifact might have a spirit, right?!
If it hadn't been so steadfast in its Daoist resolve, it probably would have been driven to demonic possession on the spot.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sheng Zhiyi scratched her head, genuinely surprised.
This part wasn't mentioned at all in the original book. Ji Fuguang took the Demon Clan's "Night-Shining Snow" and left without explaining what the "Amazing Feather" was all about.
She never imagined that this guy would actually communicate with her.
"Pull me out quickly!"
"Jinghongyu" gritted his teeth and said.
How much longer will she use it? Is she really going to treat it like a crutch?
Sheng Zhiyi hurriedly pulled it out of the ground and cast several spells on the sword to clean it thoroughly. Fearing that it wasn't clean enough, she took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the sword from head to tail.
Is this okay?
She asked for instructions respectfully.
"snort."
"Jinghongyu" let out a fierce snort.
I only realize how precious it is now, but it's too late!
Hearing the childlike voice, Sheng Zhiyi felt both curious and amused.
"So you can talk."
Nonsense! It's a high-level divine artifact; you can even communicate with its spirit!
"Thank you so much for saving my life just now. When I was fighting that giant wolf, you were the one who led me to draw my sword. If it weren't for you, I probably would have died on the spot."
Hmph! With your mediocre skills, you really can't withstand more than a few blows!
“Originally, my senior brother was capable of handling things on his own, and I thought that the demonic wolf would be no match for him. However, he was in a special situation at the time. When a divine artifact recognizes its master, it needs to be integrated with the divine soul. He cannot use his spiritual power casually, so he was unable to make a move.”
"Who said that!"
"Jinghongyu" couldn't help but retort: "Only shallow cultivators like you would have such a misunderstanding!"
"What do you mean?" Sheng Zhiyi raised her eyebrows in surprise.
This is what was written in the original book. Are we going to overturn the established facts now?
"Only weapon spirits with a violent nature need a long period of adjustment. If the weapon spirit is peaceful, such as the divine artifacts of our gods, it doesn't need any adjustment at all!"
"Jinghongyu" spoke with a hint of smugness.
Demons are cruel and ruthless, and the spirits within divine weapons are naturally the same, making them very difficult to deal with.
However, the gods are by nature peace-loving and indifferent, so how could they fight and kill casually? Even the spirits of the artifacts are gentle in nature, and they can recognize their master as soon as they take a liking to them, without needing any adjustment period.
"You mean..." Sheng Zhiyi drew her longsword in disbelief.
The sword's blade was as white as snow, with shimmering light and a subtle brilliance; it was clearly no ordinary weapon.
"You have already acknowledged me as your master...?" Her voice trembled, filled with intense disbelief.
"...Temporary! Temporary!"
"Jinghongyu's" voice immediately became shrill, carrying a hint of exasperation.
"I just want to leave this secret realm! Who wants to stay in this dark and gloomy place forever? I've been here for almost ten thousand years, I've had enough! ...Hey! Hey! Can't you hear me?!"
Sheng Zhiyi was in a daze and could no longer hear what "Jing Hongyu" was about to say.
In the original book, even Ji Fuguang spent a lot of effort to subdue the demon "Zhaoye Xue".
She was actually recognized as the master of "Jinghongyu" without any pain?
Could she be the destined protagonist?
I knew it! Transmigrating into a book and knowing the plot in advance, plus having a system...
Although it's a bizarre "dating strategy system," the rewards it yields are quite good, and now it even has a peerless divine weapon.
Is she about to reach the pinnacle of her life?
When the time comes, we can do whatever we want to Ji Fuguang!
Thinking of Ji Fuguang, her expression brightened. "Let's go back and find our senior brother!"
Enraged by her, the spirit of the artifact immediately burrowed into the divine sword and fell into a deep sleep, taking the opportunity to recuperate its soul after so many years of battling with its old adversary.
While confronting the demon wolf, it sensed Sheng Zhiyi's pure heart and thus decided to form a bond with her.
Although the spirits of the gods do not need to adapt to humans, their criteria for choosing a master are actually more stringent.
Who knew Sheng Zhiyi would be so infuriating?
Before closing his eyes, "Jinghongyu" secretly made up his mind that he would never speak to this woman again.
Sheng Zhiyi didn't care about any of that.
She was in high spirits because of the happy event, and quickly returned to the bamboo grove she had just been standing next to after crossing the mountain forest.
"Senior brother?"
She bent down, picked up the "Stunning Feather" and swept it across the waist-high weeds.
Fortunately, the spirit was already asleep, otherwise it would have been furious.
The narrow cave is completely empty, with nothing inside.
Sheng Zhiyi panicked and immediately stood up, looking around.
"Senior brother! Ji Fuguang!"
Behind the lush green bamboo, a figure in white slowly emerged, tall and straight, with a smile in his phoenix eyes.
Sheng Zhiyi walked over happily, "Senior brother, are you alright? It seems we've shaken off that demonic wolf. This place isn't very safe, let's go quickly!"
Ji Fuguang had a faint smile on his face, but before he could speak, a cold laugh suddenly came from behind them:
"Go? Where do you think you're going?"
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