Chapter 36

Just as Lu Yaohang was feeling a bit puzzled, a black shadow suddenly darted out from the mist and abruptly stopped in front of her.

The black shadow had a head as big as a basin, and it approached her with a wide grin, first sniffing, then laughing strangely, "You have something good on you, take it out and let me see."

"What?" Lu Yaohang asked, utterly confused.

"Don't argue, I've already smelled it. Such a delicious aroma, it must be a very good spirit of a tool. Hand it over, and I'll pick a nice sword for you," the black shadow said arrogantly. If not for the feeling that something was off, Lu Yaohang would have thought it was one of the seniors from the tripod.

Faced with this sudden change, she quickly calmed down and stared at the black shadow, asking, "This is the Sword Tomb, there should be nothing here except for the sword spirits. Could you be a sword spirit too?"

The black shadow ignored her words and kept sniffing around her, like a dog. Suddenly, it exclaimed joyfully, "It's right here, you've hidden it here!"

The place it was sniffing was exactly on Lu Yaohang's left chest, where Lu Xiaodi had dripped some blood to help find a good spirit sword. Now, her heart wasn't racing, but the bloodstains were discovered by the other party. Coupled with its lewd actions, Lu Yaohang immediately clasped her chest and said in disgust, "What are you doing!"

"Give me what you've hidden, and you can choose any sword here," the black shadow said greedily, with an impatient look.

Lu Yaohang frowned at it. This must be a sword spirit, and from the behavior of the other sword spirits, it should be a very powerful one.

"Give it to me quickly, or you won't be able to take any sword from here! No matter how many times you come, it will be the same," the black sword spirit clearly became impatient. If she didn't hand it over soon, it would resort to force.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'll show it to you now," Lu Yaohang gave it a deep look, then pulled down the left side of her collar, exposing half of her breast. On her snow-white skin, there was a red mark, which was the blood from Lu Xiaodi.

The sword spirit pounced on it, almost at the speed of a whirlwind, and the small patch of blood disappeared in an instant. Then it smacked its lips and roared, "It's indeed this! Hand over everything, I've never tasted such a rich divine soul."

Lu Yaohang watched it silently. Indeed, it was attracted by Xiaodi's blood. With such a bad eating habit, it would surely go crazy when it met Xiaodi.

"What are you standing there for? Hand over the divine soul," the sword spirit was very unhappy with the person in front of it. She seemed to not understand what it was saying, standing there motionless as if she were dead.

Faced with the impatient black sword spirit, Lu Yaohang calmly tidied her clothes and then said calmly, "I'm just at the foundation stage, how could I have such a thing? And I don't even know where the blood came from, maybe it was when the master opened the Sword Tomb."

The sword spirit paused in the air, its round shadow circling her again. After a careful inspection, it said disdainfully, "Indeed, someone like you couldn't possibly have such a good thing."

If it was from a high-level cultivator, this would be a bit troublesome. The other party wouldn't hand over the divine soul so easily. If it just picked someone at random for this, it wouldn't be worth it. It wanted a master who was a genius in the world.

Just then, Lu Yaohang suddenly let out a light sigh. The sound immediately made the sword spirit alert, "You're trying to trick me!"

"No, I really don't know any spirit of a tool!" Lu Yaohang said in panic, her eyes flickering suspiciously.

The sword spirit angrily came closer, sniffing for a long time, then suddenly sneered, "You have a strong smell, from prolonged contact with a divine soul. It's not accidental as you said. You think you can trick me, hmpf."

As if hit by its words, Lu Yaohang's expression wavered, making the sword spirit hesitate. Although the smell was strong, it could sense that the thing wasn't in her hands but on someone she was very close to.

As a sword spirit, it would eventually have to leave, but the person in front of it didn't have the potential it was looking for. Following her would be a disgrace. More importantly, she was a woman, and the sword spirit was male, wanting a male cultivator of equal strength.

But those few drops of blood were too delicious, containing a rich and powerful spiritual energy that wasn't for cultivators to absorb but for spirit tools and divine souls to absorb.

The sword spirit was very sure that if it could devour that divine soul, it would become very powerful. It might even be able to break free from the control of the sword and walk the world on its own, no longer needing to rely on a cultivator.

The temptation from Lu Xiaodi was too great. The sword spirit hesitated for a long time, then cast a malevolent glance at Lu Yaohang, who was still standing there. As long as she died inside the Cloud Sword Sect, it could be put back into the Sword Tomb. It could then wait for someone worthy to appear, treating this as a short trip.

Lu Yaohang appeared very uneasy, which made the sword spirit think she was just an ordinary female cultivator, scared by a powerful sword spirit. Making her die by accident would be simple, just a slight tilt while she was flying would do it.

Thinking this, the sword spirit finally decided to go out with Lu Yaohang and eat that tempting divine soul.

"I'll reluctantly choose you. When we go out, you must do everything I say, or I'll kill you!" it flew in front of Lu Yaohang and said menacingly.

"No, let me choose the sword from before," Lu Yaohang's face turned pale, and she waved her hands, unwilling to have it.

"Hmpf!" The sword spirit was very satisfied and said arrogantly, "It's not up to you. Just take the sword."

As it spoke, a sword slowly rose from the lake. The sword was entirely black and extremely thin, only one and a half fingers wide, with no light at all. The hilt had a handsome, tearful face, with flowing hair wrapped around the blade. The entire sword emitted an ominous aura, not at all like a righteous cultivator's spirit sword.

Looking at the sword rising from the lake and floating in the air, the sword spirit said proudly, "This is my true form, the Weeping Sword. When the sword is drawn, blood must be shed, and it cannot kill those who weep in sorrow."

"Such kindness? As long as the other person cries in sorrow, it can't kill them?" Lu Yaohang couldn't help but ask. A sword that couldn't kill someone who begged for mercy, what use would it be?

The sword spirit, hearing this, gritted its teeth and cursed, "The meaning of this sword is to kill cleanly and decisively, not giving anyone a chance to cry and beg for mercy. I hate indecisive people. If you hesitate when killing, I'll abandon you."

"Such a terrifying sword, I can't use it," Lu Yaohang looked frightened, covering her mouth and staring wide-eyed.

"Useless woman!" Although her reaction suited the Weeping Sword spirit, the thought of staying with such a weak woman for a few days made it feel deeply humiliated.

Not wanting to waste more words, the Weeping Sword spirit dove into the sword, and the black scabbard enveloped the blade, flying fiercely toward Lu Yaohang. She reached out and grabbed the blade, and her arm, already infused with spiritual energy, was immediately numbed. She was shocked by the strength of the sword.

The Weeping Sword trembled in her hand, emitting a buzzing sound. Suddenly, a strange feeling surged in Lu Yaohang's heart. She immediately divided her consciousness and injected it into the sword, immediately sensing the connection with the Weeping Sword.

Forcing such a powerful sword to accept one's consciousness would surely result in being devoured and severely injured. Now that the sword spirit willingly accepted it, there was no such danger, and the consciousness entered the sword easily.

Looking at the Weeping Sword, now infused with her consciousness, Lu Yaohang's lips curled into a cold smile. This guy had finally fallen for it. A sword spirit that could make so many other sword spirits afraid must be an extraordinary spirit sword, and she wouldn't let it go.

She had already guessed the Weeping Sword spirit's plan: to go out with her, eat Xiaodi, and then arrange an accident to kill her. Such an ominous and powerful spirit sword would surely be sent back, and it would get the divine soul and be rid of her. What a perfect plan.

Lu Yaohang understood that having a spirit sword that wanted to kill its master was a very dangerous thing. But without danger, there would be no opportunity. She wanted to see who would win in the end, her or the sword. It wouldn't be so easy to kill her.

When Lu Yaohang walked out of the Sword Tomb and showed the sword to the people waiting outside, everyone except Yu Xiudan was stunned, even the sect master Lian Jing was shocked.

"The Weeping Sword, it actually chose you!" Lian Jing stared at the sword in disbelief, then at Lu Yaohang, unable to believe that this sword would choose a woman with poor potential.

Hearing the sect master call out the sword's name, Yu Xiudan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, just staring at the completely black sword.

Lu Yaohang was now a bit nervous, wondering why they were so shocked. Was this sword really that terrifying? She asked, "Sect master, what's the background of this sword?"

Lian Jing steadied his emotions and said with a meaningful tone, "This sword was used by one of our sect's elders. After his death, it was placed in the Sword Tomb. The sword spirit is very special, and you must be extremely careful when using it. A weak will can easily lead to a mental breakdown. Before you, two people were chosen by the sword spirit, both with excellent potential, but they died from a mental breakdown before reaching the Nascent Soul stage."

So terrifying, Lu Yaohang frowned and asked, "May I ask, sect master, how did the elder pass away?"

"..." Lian Jing was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "He had too many lives on his hands and was pursued by dozens of sects for over ten years. He finally died in a siege by a hundred people."

Lu Yaohang said speechlessly, "Sect master, was our sect once a cult?"

"Nonsense! Only this elder was like that. We are a true righteous sect," Lian Jing glared at her fiercely. How could someone speak so poorly of their own sect?

Looking at the sword in her hand, Lu Yaohang tightly gripped it, thinking: A mental breakdown happens when the sword spirit's demands conflict with the cultivator's will. If the cultivator is like the sword spirit, how could a mental breakdown occur?