Fang Shan was still thinking about how to describe the dream in a polite yet appropriate way when the task reminder sounded.
[Optional Task 1: Everyone is mortal since ancient times.
Optional Task 2: After death, you will know that everything is empty.
It rhymes, but the meaning it conveys is not very friendly.
The difficulty of a self-selected task is usually lower than a task that runs through the entire plane, and the two lines of poetry do not bring much thrill to people.
Wei Sushen: "Which one do you choose?"
Fang Shan thought deeply and said, "Make your own decision."
The voice-over said that if anything happens, don't blame him.
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows and looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Seeing the events of last night's dream come to an end, Fang Shan's mood slightly brightened. He said bluntly, "It doesn't matter. With the self-defense tools I gave you, it's hard for ordinary people to do anything to you."
Wei Sushen recalled the two unremarkable little beads and thought they must be worth a lot of money.
Sure enough, the next moment Fang Shan said, "Don't use it unless absolutely necessary. If I waste one, I can't make up for it even with ten hosts."
The fact that a system that is stingy with points gives out items without hesitation speaks volumes about the problem.
Wei Sushen's lips also curled up slightly, and he stopped asking about his dream.
Unable to see any difference, Wei Sushen chose Task 2. After all, the first task looked like a suicide mission no matter how he analyzed it.
[Quest: With the Sword God's fall, the Frost Sword is once again ownerless. Gain the Frost Sword's recognition and become the new generation's holder.]
The Frost Sword is the sword that the Palace Master of the Undead Palace had ordered people to retrieve from the East China Sea. According to legend, this sword is spiritual and all previous holders have died miserably. After death, the resentment attached to the sword, making it a true sword of destruction.
Fang Shan calmly analyzed, "The upcoming swordplay competition is the best opportunity."
Since it is a martial arts competition, competition is inevitable.
Wei Sushen: "This body's martial arts skills are average."
Fang Shan smiled and said, "One plus one is sometimes greater than two."
Wei Sushen looked at him, Fang Shan snapped his fingers, quickly skipped over the childish transformation spell, and turned into a sword in the blink of an eye.
Wei Sushen's eyes moved slightly: "Isn't it... a bit too much?"
Fang Shan: "The Frost Sword is a sword stained with countless blood. To defeat it, you must completely suppress the opponent with your aura."
"Having said that..." Wei Sushen looked at the terrifying heavy sword on the ground and could not find words to describe it.
The weight of this sword is at least dozens of times that of an ordinary sword. As the saying goes, a heavy sword has no edge, and the blade of this sword is as heavy as a hammer.
Wei Sushen took a deep breath and said matter-of-factly, "The practical consideration is whether I can move you."
The heavy sword rolled on the ground, and a crack appeared on the ground: "If you are a man, you can't say no."
Wei Sushen said without any emotion: "Your weight exceeds the limit."
Fang Shan feigned indifference and said, "If it's the Evil King, then it will definitely work."
Wei Sushen stood up, as if intending to raise his sword, and said slowly: "You can also increase the weight by twice."
Martial artists are naturally strong, and the original owner was a talented martial artist, but it was a shame that his talent was wasted and not used in the right way. Wei Sushen gripped the hilt of the sword, frowned slightly, and lifted it with force, firmly grasping the sword in his hand.
Holding a sword for a long time is a physically demanding task. After getting used to it, Wei Sushen put the heavy sword on the table to rest for a while.
The moment he released his grip, there was a crack. The round table, unable to bear the weight, snapped in two. The sword fell to the ground, and the solid stone bricks shattered in an instant. The birds in the trees outside the house spread their wings and flew away in fear.
Fang Shan sighed leisurely: "Fortunately, this place is quite quiet and no one lives nearby."
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain such a big commotion.
After saying this, the sword moved slightly sideways: "Help me up."
Wei Sushen had just grasped the hilt of the sword when Fang Shan said, "Princess hug."
Wei Sushen said coldly: "Change back."
Fang Shan knew when to quit and instantly returned to her image as a peerless beauty.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace often holds various gatherings, and sword fights and martial arts competitions are particularly grand among them. Perhaps he wants to take this opportunity to announce his bid for the leadership of the martial arts world, so he attaches more importance to the martial arts competition.
In Fang Shan's opinion, this can also be regarded as a test to see the strength of each party.
On the day of the sword-fighting competition, Wei Sushen wore a black robe for some unknown reason. He wanted to pair it with a bamboo hat, but Fang Shan stopped him, saying, "Why do you want to cover your face?"
Wei Sushen really wanted to tell the truth, for example, he really couldn't afford to lose face with that person.
Then I thought about my daily routine and put away this dangerous idea, using the excuse that the sun was too strong.
It was impossible for Fang Shan to transform on the spot, so he could only turn into a sword in advance. Wei Sushen took a piece of cloth and carefully wrapped it from top to bottom layer by layer, wrapping him like a mummy and carrying him on his back.
Fang Shan was immediately displeased: "Why do you want to cover up my beauty?"
Wei Sushen calmly replied, "I'm afraid that others will see me and feel ashamed."
A perfect answer, Fang Shan stopped being picky and quietly played the role of a sword.
They arrived at the perfect time for such a grand occasion, and Wei Sushen chose a discreet seat near the back. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace also noticed him, wondering why he wasn't traveling with his "twin brother" today.
However, this curiosity was soon temporarily suppressed. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace was the host and had to entertain many people, so it was naturally impossible for him to take a few unimportant people into consideration.
Wei Sushen sat silently near the tree. Fang Shan couldn't speak at this moment. He was originally taciturn and was completely trapped in the shadows. It was a bit scary at first glance.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace personally retrieved the sword box and opened it in front of everyone. A chilling chill washed over them, and many swordsmen present instantly had their eyes lit up. Some couldn't help but praise, "What a wonderful sword!"
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace made a startling statement: "A precious sword will only remain protected from dust if it meets the right swordsman. Whoever wins the first place in the martial arts competition later will own the sword."
There was a flurry of discussion on the field. Every swordsman cast grateful glances at the Palace Master of the Undead Palace, while those from the other three factions looked grim. Most of the swordsmen present today were humble, yet their strength should not be underestimated. The best among them may not show off their abilities, but in a fight, they could even take on the leader of a major faction.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace clearly wanted to recruit them by doing them a favor. They could stop him by themselves, but that would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among these swordsmen.
"Master, why don't we just snatch it away and give it to the most powerful swordsman?" A disciple suggested.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was scolded as stupid: "Swordsmen are self-righteous. If you act too obviously, it will only attract resentment."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace sat in the main seat, his demeanor very graceful. "I'm sure everyone will have no objection to deciding the ownership of the Frost Sword through a competition."
"nature."
"That couldn't be fairer."
“…”
Amidst the chorus of voices, someone from the Hundred Flowers Palace suddenly spoke up, "If we don't gain the approval of the Frost Sword, even if we win first place, it's useless."
A basin of cold water made many people sober up.
The power of the Frost Sword is well known, and accordingly, it is not particularly picky about its owner.
"So we must fight until you're convinced," the Palace Master of the Undead Palace said. "Although I'm not a swordsman, I can barely suppress some of the Frost Sword's evil nature. During the competition, I will personally hold the sword and defend the ring."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. His strength was probably ranked among the top ten in the martial arts world. Who could beat him?
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace saw their concerns and said calmly, "I will only contribute 80% of my strength."
With this assurance, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
The already exceptional man stood on the stage, sword in hand, his presence dauntless and dazzling. Even knowing he was a carnivorous plant, many women's hearts were still shaken for a moment. He claimed to be at 80% strength, but he could only exert 75%. Firstly, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace was used to using a whip, and secondly, the Frost Sword hadn't recognized its master and couldn't communicate with him, making it useless in battle at this moment.
Under such favorable circumstances, there are naturally many people who take the initiative to challenge.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace swept one of them away with one sword. The longest one lasted on the stage for half an incense stick before finally falling down due to exhaustion.
Those who had some unspeakable thoughts about the Palace Master of the Undead Palace because of his appearance have restrained themselves a lot. If they marry him, he might be abused, so they decided to forget it.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace glanced around, and for a moment no one dared to look at him.
It was so quiet that Fang Shan didn't know how to speak. He shook his sword to remind Wei Sushen that he could go on stage.
The protagonist must conquer his own home turf with glory when no one else can do it.
Wei Sushen didn't hesitate, rising and heading for the stage. His appearance sparked considerable discussion, primarily due to his gender and secondarily due to his appearance. The Palace of the Dead was known for its strict standards regarding appearance, yet they tolerated such a figure within their sphere of influence, demonstrating his hidden talents.
Due to such complicated reasons, there are few people who look down on him.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace said bluntly: "You are no match for me."
Wei Sushen: "It is this sword that I want to defeat."
When the Palace Master of the Undead Palace frowned and considered whether to throw this troublemaker off the stage, Wei Sushen was already prepared to fight. He slowly untied the cloth strips on the sword, and a heavy sword covered in black suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"That...that's a sword?"
"The material seems to be black iron!"
"The shame of the sword world..."
Swords should be light and flexible. Of course, there are people who don't follow the beaten path and prefer heavy swords, but for them to be this heavy is a bit too much.
Wei Sushen stood there as still as a mountain from beginning to end, not affected by the discussions at all. His wrist hurt from holding the sword for so long, so he temporarily placed the tip of the sword against the ground to share the force.
Soon, a large area of the ground sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Onlookers: “…”
If this continues, the platform will probably collapse. Wei Sushen decided to make a quick decision and drew his sword, "Come and fight."
The cold, white, and translucent Frost Sword formed a sharp contrast with the invincible, huge heavy sword. Because of the weight of the black iron, everyone was worried that the Frost Sword would be bent.
The heavy sword seemed to feel that it was not prominent enough, and seemed to be a little inflated.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace looked even uglier, and the force of his attack became heavier. The two men fought on the stage, and the onlookers all stared at the two swords. For some reason, it felt like a fat man weighing more than 300 pounds was beating a weak and pitiful little thing.
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