CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: TEN THOUSAND PIGS STAMPEDE, TOES DIGGING INTO THE GROUND

Wang Xiu, the Li brothers, Daimon Qianmian, and the Red-Clothed Malicious Ghost were all rendered speechless. Watching the flying sword shoot toward them, everyone from the Li brothers to the Malicious Ghost to Daimon Qianmian felt the corners of their mouths twitch uncontrollably.

If they were reacting this way, one could only imagine the sheer exasperation Wang Xiu, the sword’s owner, was feeling.

Good grief.

Four days ago, when the He Family had been slaughtering pigs, Wang Xiu had asked He Daren to save all the pig blood to feed his Mingxue Executioner Sword.

Now, four days had passed. Having devoured the blood of three thousand pigs, the Mingxue Executioner Sword had indeed grown tremendously powerful, reaching the level of a medium-grade Spiritual Artifact.

But the problem was... the phenomenon it produced when unsheathed was just too bizarre!

When other cultivators sent their swords flying a thousand miles to claim a head, they either soared into the sky like a rainbow or vanished in a flash of silver light. At worst, even when cultivators of The Demonic Path summoned their Magical Treasures, the artifacts were wreathed in ghostly shadows and billowing Demon Flames. They might not look like instruments of the Righteous Path, but at least they had a certain flair.

But this thing? Good grief. Looking at his Mingxue Executioner Sword now, after it had consumed all that pig blood, the phenomenon it unleashed was a stampede of ten thousand pigs! While it didn’t lack momentum, it just looked so... deranged.

The aesthetic is completely ruined, isn’t it?!

WHOOSH~

The Mingxue Executioner Sword flew closer, crossing ten thousand meters in an instant to appear before Wang Xiu. Only then could everyone get a clear look at the sword’s design.

Good grief.

What... a distinctive flying sword!

It wasn’t just the sword’s phenomenon that was uniquely bizarre. Even its original design had undergone a drastic transformation. The hilt of the Mingxue Executioner Sword had once resembled a bat’s head, with a crossguard like bat wings. It had looked elegant and demonic, clearly a weapon of The Demonic Path.

But now, its hilt had changed from black to pink. The bat-head pommel had morphed into a ’cute piggy head,’ and the crossguard had become two floppy pig ears. Even the once blood-red blade now sported a pinkish hue. The entire sword seemed to oscillate erratically between the demonic aura of a raging Blood Sea and the cute vibe of a pink piggy, creating a bizarrely warped aesthetic.

CLANG~

The Mingxue Executioner Sword hovered before Wang Xiu, trembling and humming softly, radiating joy. Clearly, getting to eat its fill while following its master had greatly increased the sword’s affection for Wang Xiu.

Otherwise, why would it be laughing with an oink?

Oh well. Although the Executioner Sword now seemed to reek of pig blood, with a formidable enemy at hand, Wang Xiu couldn’t afford to wash it first.

He formed a sword seal with his hands, and his body was instantly engulfed in a brilliant flash of lightning.

A superior Thunder Technique—the Wind-Thunder Talisman Sword Art!

CLANG~!

The sword’s cry rang out like a dragon’s roar. The pinkish Mingxue Executioner Sword was instantly cloaked in a layer of purple lightning as it shot toward the ghostly shadows swarming from all directions.

ROAR~

The phantoms of three thousand well-fed, robust pigs, now clad in purple wind-and-thunder armor, surged outwards like a colossal wave of intermingling red and purple.

Demons, devils, Malicious Ghosts, and evil spirits all fear the power of Thunder above all else. As the Mingxue Executioner Sword, empowered by the force of wind and thunder, carved its path, the specters wailed and retreated before it. In moments, a safe passage was cleaved open.

The stampede of wild pigs was unstoppable!

The three Li brothers were thus freed and regrouped with Wang Xiu.

"Ahem," Li Longyou said gratefully. "Thank you for your assistance, brother. Might I ask which senior from the Thunder Sect has graced us with their presence?"

Staring at the divine piggy sword before him, a weapon so ridiculous it was mortifying, Wang Xiu’s toes curled in embarrassment. He decided it was best to be a great, unnamed hero.

He clasped his hands and bowed in return. "We are all disciples of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, Senior Brother. There is no need for such courtesy. I am Ji Jinglei from Thunderclap Peak. Yes, the one ranked ninety-eighth in the Ji Family."

After speaking, Wang Xiu deliberately released the aura of his cultivation, which was at the first layer of the Core Formation Stage, and suppressed his Mana fluctuations to a level comparable to Ji Jinglei’s.

Ji Jinglei? Li Longyou’s eyes revealed a trace of amazement. He had heard of this junior brother, who was said to be one of the few honest men in the Ji Family. His cultivation was indeed at the first layer of the Core Formation Stage.

He had never expected that, aside from Ji Zidian, the Ji Family possessed another such prodigy. A cultivator at the mere first layer of the Core Formation Stage was capable of unleashing such a potent Thunder Technique. The Wind-Thunder Talisman Sword Art that Junior Brother Ji had just displayed had the power to sweep away an army. Frankly, even a typical Thunder Technique cultivator at the fifth or sixth layer of the Core Formation Stage would struggle to achieve such a feat. This demonstrated that Junior Brother Ji not only had a profound understanding of the Thunder Technique but also possessed Mana of exceptional purity.

Given time, his future would be limitless.

Though his mind reeled with astonishment, Li Longyou hadn’t forgotten the urgent matter of slaying the demon. "This fiend is extremely vicious. Are there any other disciples outside providing support?"

He bought it! Haha, he bought it! I’m a genius!

Wang Xiu breathed an inward sigh of relief and shouted, "Junior Brother Wang Xiu already sent a warning to the Sect! I just happened to be in Maple City, so I arrived a step ahead."

"A large number of reinforcements will be here any moment. There will be at least a dozen Golden Core Stage cultivators and several Venerables!"

With that, Wang Xiu turned to face Daimon Qianmian and snorted, "Demon, if you turn and flee right now, you might still have a chance to live."

Reinforcements? A glint of wariness flashed in Daimon Qianmian’s eyes, but it quickly dissolved into thick scorn. "Brat, are you trying to bluff me?"

With his hands on his hips, Wang Xiu snickered. "That’s right, I’m bluffing you!"

"A large number of my senior brothers and uncles from the Sect will be here any minute. If you’ve got the guts, keep fighting us. Let’s see if you can kill us before our reinforcements arrive."

HISS~

The corner of Daimon Qianmian’s mouth twitched slightly, and hesitation flickered in his eyes. The three great successors of the Sword Sect. A prodigy from the Thunder Sect. And this troublesome Nine Yin Fierce Ghost. Even for him, dealing with all of them would not be a quick affair.

If he truly dragged this out until a horde of reinforcements from the Sanqing Immortal Sect arrived, he would risk being ganged up on and killed, even with his Thousand Faces Demonic Technique.

It wasn’t worth risking his life over a matter of pride.

Time to retreat.

Thinking this, a cold smile spread across Daimon Qianmian’s face. "Do you think such a petty trick can frighten me? However, I happen to have some friendship with your father. Out of respect for him, I will be merciful and spare your lives today. You won’t be so lucky next time."

[Ding!]

[Bragging detected. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +66.]

"Sacrifice!"

Daimon Qianmian formed a hand seal and spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Wanhun Sail. The demonic artifact’s black light flared, instantly swallowing the Red-Clothed Malicious Ghost.

The next second, Daimon Qianmian retrieved the Wanhun Sail and turned to leave.

...

"Don’t let him get away!"

Just as Wang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, a furious roar erupted beside him. Immediately after, a streak of sword light like a bolt of white silk shot toward Daimon Qianmian with unstoppable momentum.

The one who had drawn his sword was none other than the eldest Li brother, Li Longhao.

Honestly, the moment he saw Li Longhao charge forward, Wang Xiu froze.

He’s a Golden Core cultivator! Fifth or sixth layer, no less! Are you seriously just throwing your life away?! This is impossible! I’m in way over my head...