novelapdf Chapter 93 The Sword Immortal of the River of Oblivion
Chapter 93 The Sword Immortal of the River of Oblivion
Chapter 93 The Sword Immortal of the River of Oblivion (Ninth update, please vote and subscribe)
He Shan'er fell silent.
Her slender white fingers tapped lightly on the stone table, as if she were weighing and calculating something.
A moment later, she smiled sweetly and flicked her sleeve.
The wind and clouds around them suddenly stopped, the birdsong returned, and all the strange phenomena receded like the tide.
Only the teacup in Jiang Mu's hand shattered with a "crack," and tea dripped down the edge of the table.
"Speak, what does Lord Jiang desire?"
He Shan'er withdrew her imposing aura, her tone returned to calm, and she adopted a more languid posture.
Jiang Mu retorted, "What does your Divine Sword Sect have?"
He Shan'er smiled without saying a word.
Jiang Mu then put it more bluntly: "Some time ago, your son He Shuangying borrowed one of my family heirloom swords and hasn't returned it yet. I'm here to collect the debt."
He Shan'er's lips twitched slightly.
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.
She said sarcastically, "We have already donated a large number of divine weapons and secret manuals to the Demon Slayer Division. Hall Master Jiang is now a big shot in the Demon Slayer Division. Can't you even get a share of this soup? So pathetic. You might as well come to my Divine Sword Sect."
Jiang Mu chuckled and said, "Since they're being given away, they're definitely not good. Only what stays here is good."
Hearing this, He Shan'er laughed and said, "Lord Jiang is indeed clever."
She stood up and said, "Come with me."
Jiang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and got up to follow the woman.
After passing through several winding corridors, the two arrived at a magnificent hall called the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
The moment I stepped inside, a chilling sword aura rushed towards me.
The walls inside the hall were hung with all kinds of swords, roughly more than thirty in total.
The blade may be as cold as autumn water, as red as flowing fire, or as heavy as black iron.
Each one possesses an inner radiance, with a subtle sword aura.
Being there felt like being stared at by countless sharp eyes, which was quite stressful.
He Shan'er pointed to the divine weapons in the hall and said proudly, "These are all the painstaking works of the master swordsmiths of my Divine Sword Sect throughout the ages. Every one of them, once it falls into the hands of the martial arts world, is enough to cause a bloodbath."
Lord Jiang, you may choose one to take with you.
Remember, the rules of the Divine Sword Sect are that you can only take one sword.
This is already our biggest concession, and I don't want Lord Jiang to make any more unreasonable demands.
The woman's tone was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of resolute determination.
This time, Jiang Mu didn't make any more jokes. He slowly walked into the hall, his gaze sweeping over the sharp swords one by one.
He Shan'er stood quietly to the side, her eyes indifferent.
After looking for a long time, Jiang Mu's gaze finally settled on a sword soaking in the pool.
That sword is very special.
The sword's blade was not an ordinary solid metal object, but rather a flowing, dark, and luminous liquid, like water in the long night.
It floated there quietly.
As the light shifted, it inexplicably evoked images of a solitary peak under the moon, plum blossoms in the snow, and—a female sword immortal standing with a sword in hand, aloof and ethereal.
"It's called the River of Oblivion."
He Shan'er's voice rang out at the right moment, with a hint of amusement, "This sword is not made of ordinary iron. Its material is taken from the essence of the Netherwater in the Southern Frontier, which is extremely yin and cold."
To draw it out, one must have a clear mind, free from the desire for life and the fear of death, in order to break free from the sword's malevolent aura and grasp it from the spring.
"Lord Jiang, didn't you just say you weren't afraid of death? Why don't you give it a try?"
This is a blatant provocation, and also a test.
She believed Jiang Mu was crazy, but she didn't believe that anyone in this world could be so calm and fearless of life and death.
Jiang Mu frowned slightly, realizing that she had unwittingly fallen into a trap.
From the moment they met, they were constantly testing each other's limits. He had the upper hand before, but now this woman had turned the tables on him.
Not taking it means you have a guilty conscience.
If you take it and it doesn't work out, you won't be able to blackmail them anymore.
Jiang Mu smiled, too lazy to retort, and simply reached out to take it.
As the finger drew closer, the scene before them suddenly changed.
The sword "Wangchuan" rose up on its own, as if it had come to life, its tip pointing directly at his brow!
Carrying real and unmistakable sword energy and killing intent, it approached inch by inch.
With each step Jiang Mu took closer, the suffocating feeling of impending death intensified.
Life and death hung by a thread.
Anyone would have doubts—
In the next instant, it will pierce through the skull, ending life!
"She does have some skill; no wonder this woman is so confident," Jiang Mu thought to himself.
This sword has a built-in mental attack, which will amplify people's fear of death to an infinite degree.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have already suffered a mental breakdown and retreated.
but----
I have a scapegoat doll!
I have two lives, what am I afraid of!
A hint of disdain flashed in Jiang Mu's eyes. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The sneer on He Shan'er's lips had not yet faded.
Since its forging, no one has ever been able to take this sword away.
Humans have a survival instinct. Faced with the threat of certain death, who can truly remain indifferent?
If even the slightest fear arises in one's heart, one will be devoured by the sword energy.
However, the smile on her face froze the next second.
Looking at the long sword that Jiang Mu held firmly in his hand, as gentle as water, she was completely stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.
How is that possible?!
He actually managed to get it?
"That's all there is to it." Jiang Mu waved his hand casually a few times.
Although the sword's blade is formed from condensed water, it possesses a tangible texture, creating layers of deep blue ripples when swung, which is quite beautiful.
But it feels similar to an ordinary sword.
A storm raged in He Shan'er's heart.
After a long while, she came to her senses, staring intently at Jiang Mu with a complex expression, even revealing a hint of fear.
Those who are not afraid of death are the most terrifying.
She finally believed that Jiang Mu's earlier statement about "risking her life" was not an exaggeration.
That madman!
The woman cursed under her breath, but her legs unconsciously pressed together and rubbed against each other.
There's no way around it, she just likes these reckless, crazy men.
interesting!
The reason she cheated on her husband Yuan Wugen with his good friend Cao Renqi was because Cao would get drunk and act like a madman, treating her like a monster. Her rudeness and madness fascinated her.
"Madam He, how about we send you another one?"
Jiang Mu weighed the sword in his hand, intending to take advantage of his initiative and extort another sum of money.
He Shan'er quickly calmed down and shook her head, saying, "Rules are rules, only one."
This was a rule established by the Divine Sword Sect, and she dared not overstep it.
The reason she was willing to give Jiang Mu a gift this time was because her father sent her a message; otherwise, how could she have brought the other person over?
It seems the father was also testing the limits of this madman.
Jiang Mu was somewhat disappointed, so she gave up.
He had originally intended to ask for a more impressive sword technique as well, but hesitated and didn't dare to ask.
This sword is an inanimate object; taking it back is no big deal.
If we take the sword techniques from the Divine Sword Sect and they are tampered with, or if Ah Qing makes a mistake in practicing them and is targeted by the other side, that would be a real problem.
It's better to exchange merits for one later at the Demon Slayer Division; at least it's safer.
"Although I can't send you another sword, but—"
He Shan'er suddenly stepped forward, her voice becoming soft and charming, "But I can give Lord Jiang some other rewards."
"Oh? What is it?" Jiang Mu looked at her curiously.
He Shan'er walked up to Jiang Mu and almost pressed herself against him.
Her slender fingers gently hooked his sleeve, slowly sliding up his arm, her fingertips carrying a teasing undertone.
She raised her head, her phoenix eyes shimmering with a seductive charm, her voice sweet and cloying: "If Lord Jiang is not satisfied—may he ask me for some other reward?"
Jiang Mu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
He reached out, lightly lifted the woman's chin, leaned closer, and mocked, "No wonder you're from the Sword Sect, you're all such cheapskates!"
Kneel down!
He Shan'er's pretty face changed, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but her body felt even hotter.
She suddenly remembered the rumors about this young master Jiang that she had heard during the investigation.
He was a womanizer, especially fond of other men's wives.
The other party will never let go of meat that is delivered to their mouth.
Once a relationship is established, that means you have leverage over someone.
She was able to control Cao Renqi back then, so naturally she can control this young upstart now.
If she obeys him now, this guy will be her dog from now on!
Thinking of this, He Shan'er felt a surge of passion in her heart, but her face remained gentle and submissive.
She slowly bent her knees and knelt on the ground.
A powerful eighth-realm expert, the matriarch of the Divine Sword Sect, was now kneeling before a third-realm cultivator like a servant.
This enormous disparity in status and the sense of conquest are enough to drive any man crazy.
"Lord Jiang, is that enough?"
The woman tilted her delicate face up, her eyes alluring, her red lips slightly parted, looking as if she were ready to be taken.
"Not bad, quite standard."
Jiang Mu patted her cheek and laughed, "Then kneel down first and reflect on your actions."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the hall.
He Shan'er was stunned.
She thought the other person was going to close the door or do something special, so although she was suspicious, she patiently knelt down and didn't move.
However, after waiting for a long time, the other party did not return.
Gradually, the woman realized something.
She jumped to her feet, turned to face the empty door, her face ashen, trembling all over, and gritted her teeth as she cursed, "You little beast! How dare you play me!!"
As Jiang Mu walked out of the main hall, he cursed inwardly, "As expected, these glamorous and prestigious sects are all full of shit in their brains."
Is that woman attractive?
Have.
Who wouldn't want to take a bite of a perfectly ripe peach?
But this kind of woman is a beautiful snake who eats people without spitting out the bones.
Do you really think you can conquer someone with just what's in their crotch? Only someone with a screw loose would fall for that.
Xu Fu had already loaded all the medicinal herbs onto the truck.
Seeing Jiang Mu approach, he quickly pulled Jiang Mu aside and furtively slipped her a stack of silver notes: "Old Jiang, this is your share. And those two carts of medicinal herbs behind are all top-quality goods, take them directly to your shop. Don't worry, I've balanced the accounts."
Jiang Mu frowned and declined, saying, "This...isn't that inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with it!"
Xu Fu forcefully shoved it into his arms, saying righteously, "If you don't take it, how can I? If I don't take it, how can the Chief take it? If the Chief doesn't take it, how will we brothers advance in the future?"
That makes sense.
Jiang Mushen agreed and gladly accepted.
It seems this can be considered a "fine tradition" of the Demon Slayer Division.
A moment later, He Shan'er came over.
The woman's face was dignified and proper, like a virtuous woman, as if the scene in the main hall had never happened.
But the eyes that looked at Jiang Mu were truly cold.
As she left, she glanced at the Wangchuan Sword in Jiang Mu's hand and said calmly, "It's a fine sword, but unfortunately, it's been entrusted to the wrong person. Without a sword heart, this sword is nothing more than scrap metal in your hands, no different from a fire poker."
Clearly, she could tell that Jiang Mu didn't have much talent or passion for swordsmanship.
This is mocking him for wasting talent.
Jiang Mu ignored her, mounted his horse, and rode away with Xu Fu and the spoils of war.
Watching Jiang Mu and the others disappear at the end of the mountain path, He Shan'er's smile gradually faded, replaced by a layer of frost.
"daughter."
He Shuangdiao walked over and whispered, "Actually, there's no need to be afraid of them. He's just a minor Demon Slayer Division Master. We can easily find an opportunity..."
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap landed hard on He Shuangdiao's face.
The latter's cheeks quickly swelled up, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he was completely stunned by the blow.
He Shan'er glared coldly at her good-for-nothing son: "Fool! If I find out again that you're up to those underhanded tricks behind my back—you'd better go to the Sword Pool and go into seclusion with your grandfather, and never come out again!"
With that, the woman turned and left.
He Shuangdiao covered his burning cheeks, watching his mother's departing figure, his eyes filled with resentment.
After parting ways with Xu Fu, Jiang Mu had Zhang Xiao Kui and his brother push the two carts of medicinal herbs to their own pharmacy.
With these two cartloads of special medicinal herbs supplied by the Divine Sword Sect, the pharmacy's business will take another leap forward.
As for whether the Divine Sword Sect might try anything underhanded...
Jiang Mu wasn't worried.
With Little Doctor Chu Lingzhu around, no trickery can escape her keen nose.
Moreover, the other party assumed that these medicinal herbs were for the Demon Slayer Division, so they naturally wouldn't dare to tamper with them within the imperial court.
"Boss, are you going to rob someone?"
Upon seeing the two carts full of high-quality medicinal herbs exuding a medicinal fragrance, Chu Lingzhu's delicate lips parted slightly, and her large eyes widened in surprise.
The shopkeeper, Chu Dahai, was also stunned.
The quality of these medicinal herbs is far superior to what they usually receive.
Looking at the fresh and lively beauty in front of him, Jiang Mu felt all the turbid thoughts he had picked up from He Shan'er earlier were instantly washed away, and his mood became much more relaxed.
It has to be someone I find pleasing to the eye.
He couldn't help but joke, "Yeah, I robbed it. This is the dowry I saved up for you, aren't you touched?"
"what?"
Chu Lingzhu stood there stunned, her cheeks flushing red, like the sunset.
pat.
The medicine scale in Chu Dahai's hand fell to the ground.
That's it.
My own juicy bok choy is going to be eaten!
After leaving the herbal medicine shop, Jiang Mu originally planned to go straight home.
When they passed by the inn where Ling Ye was staying, they stopped again. After hesitating for a moment, they decided to go in and take a look.
It turned out that Ling Ye had already left Huzhou.
Standing at the entrance of the post station, Jiang Mu felt a surge of indescribable emotions welling up inside her.
That woman really made a decisive move.
They didn't even say goodbye, let alone have a farewell meal.
We at least shared a watermelon once, how can you be so heartless?
He shook his head and returned home feeling somewhat disappointed.
I wonder if Ling Ye will run into Qiu Yuexin. I hope they don't fight.
arrive home.
Jiang Mu did not give the Wangchuan Sword to Yuan Aqing immediately, but returned to his own room first.
He planned to try evolving using demonic energy first.
Jiang Mu closed the door and took out her longsword.
The sword, as smooth as water, lay still in my palm, its shimmering light like tear stains formed in the darkness of night, a breathtaking sight.
"It's so beautiful."
"I don't know if it will work out—"
Jiang Mu took a deep breath, mobilized the demonic energy in the magic tank, and slowly poured it into the sword.
"Om one"
The sword trembled slightly and emitted a sword cry.
As demonic energy surged in, the sword's dark, watery sheen seemed to ignite, rippling outwards in concentric circles.
"There's hope!"
Jiang Mu's eyes gleamed brightly as he increased the flow of demonic energy.
The ripples on the sword grew increasingly violent, as if something was awakening from the depths of the blade.