Chapter 12

As the fiery phoenix appeared, the temperature of the entire area suddenly rose, and a sea of flames spread across the sky.

The surrounding space seemed to be locked down, and everyone was unable to move.

"Ah! Die!"

The Sword Demon roared, emitting a torrent of demonic energy. However, compared to the phoenix, it was like a candle flame to the bright moon.

The phoenix spread its wings, not even glancing at the Sword Demon. With a casual sweep of its tail, a torrent of flames surged like a dragon, enveloping the Sword Demon and vanishing in an instant.

"Clang!"

The Demon Sword fell from the sky, but the Sword Demon had already turned into steam, leaving not a trace behind.

The phoenix returned to the jade pendant, and everything became calm, as if it had all been a dream.

"Hiss—"

Bai Wuchen and the other three were dumbfounded, beads of sweat rolling down their faces, their fear reaching its peak.

"The Sword Demon... is dead?"

The woman in the palace attire licked her dry, cracked lips, muttering to herself.

Who would have thought that the Sword Demon, who had slaughtered thousands and was invincible, would die so easily, in this obscure forest, without a sound, not even a fart left behind.

"An expert, an unparalleled expert!"

Bai Wuchen shuddered, his voice trembling.

"Fang'er, you were right. Meeting such an expert is a great fortune for us! It's a pity that the scroll the senior gave you was destroyed; I wonder if it will offend the expert." Bai Wuchen said worriedly.

Once such an expert gets angry, a single breath could wipe out the entire Myriad Sword Immortal Sect.

Bai Luoshuang also recovered from her shock. She found it hard to imagine that such a powerful person existed in the world. That was the mighty Sword Demon, and he was killed by a jade pendant without even seeing the expert.

Terrifying, a true powerhouse.

"Dad, I don't think it will. That scroll was just a rough draft by the expert, casually given to us," Bai Luoshuang said.

"A rough draft?" Bai Wuchen was slightly stunned, then he smiled bitterly. "That's right. To us, that scroll is a priceless treasure, but to such an expert, it's nothing. It's probably just a casual doodle."

Both the woman in the palace attire and Bai Wuchen's respect and fear for this expert had reached new heights. This person might be a celestial being descended from heaven or a reincarnation of a great power.

In any case, they must not offend him and must do their best to please him.

Bai Luoshuang landed and curiously examined the Demon Sword.

"Fang'er, don't touch that sword!" Bai Wuchen quickly scolded. "The Demon Sword is a demonic sword. Although it can quickly enhance a swordsman's strength, it will also drive the user mad, turning them into a monster who only knows how to kill!"

Bai Luoshuang, recalling the Sword Demon's疯狂的样子，连忙收回了手。

The woman in the palace attire also said, "Fang'er, the Sword Demon was killed by the senior here. This sword is his trophy. We must not touch it recklessly."

Bai Wuchen agreed, "Yes, that's right!"

"Will Li Gongzi be affected by this sword?" Bai Luoshuang asked worriedly.

"Ha ha ha, who is this senior? A mere Demon Sword can't possibly affect him," Bai Wuchen laughed. "When this senior comes, we must thank him sincerely."

The woman in the palace attire pondered for a moment and whispered, "Brother, we came uninvited and have probably already offended the senior. Staying here might not be good. Let's go back first, prepare a gift, and then come to thank him."

"Sister, you're right," Bai Wuchen nodded repeatedly.

Their hearts were filled with respect and fear for the person here. They couldn't afford to do anything that might offend this expert. Today's visit was indeed not the right time.

The three of them didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately flew away on their swords.

A moment later, Li Nianfan and Dahu emerged from the forest. Li Nianfan was holding a wild rabbit and carrying firewood on his back, while Dahu had a deer in his mouth. Both man and dog returned with a full load.

"Huh?"

Li Nianfan was surprised to see a black sword lying at his doorstep.

Why is there a black sword here?

Did someone come by?

Li Nianfan picked it up and examined it.

The black sword was entirely dark, with a modern design but an ancient aura.

"Good sword!" Li Nianfan nodded in satisfaction. "It's sharp enough; I'll use it to chop wood from now on!"

His old axe was worn out, and he was thinking of going down the mountain to buy a new one. This saved him the trouble.

He held the sword and walked back to his house.

However, he didn't notice that the sword suddenly emitted a dark light, and a surge of demonic energy rushed into his palm.

"Hmm?"

Li Nianfan looked at the sword in surprise, feeling a warm sensation in his palm.

A weapon that heats up? Could this sword be a spiritual treasure in the cultivation world?

Li Nianfan felt a slight joy, thinking he had found a treasure.

He didn't see the black mist slowly gathering on the Demon Sword, gradually forming a skull.

The skull looked bewildered, full of question marks.

What's going on? Someone is holding me, but why am I not affecting them with my demonic energy?

"Young man, do you want to be invincible, standing at the pinnacle of the world?"

"Young man, do you want endless wealth and the most beautiful women in the world?"

"Young man, do you want to avenge your past humiliations and trample those who once looked down on you?"

Such a powerful three questions, and someone is completely unmoved?

This is not scientific!

Is this guy a slacker?

The skull felt it was facing the greatest challenge of its sword life.

The next moment, it felt itself being lifted and casually placed in a corner.

Ha ha, a mere mortal dares to put me in such a place, not knowing the consequences.

The skull laughed coldly and gradually took shape.

It prepared to manipulate the Demon Sword to teach this mortal a lesson, making him suffer the harshness of society, thus stirring up his hatred and naturally leading him on the path to power.

However, before it could act, a white light shot towards it.

"Puff!"

The skull was directly dispersed.

After a long time, it reformed, but much more ethereal.

"What just happened?"

It scanned the surroundings suspiciously, finally focusing on a brush pen on the table.

"This, this is..."

A chill ran through its soul, and its body trembled uncontrollably.

This brush pen is far superior to me!

How is this possible?

Is it a divine artifact?

How could a divine artifact be in this place?

And in the hands of a mortal?

The skull's mind buzzed with countless questions.

However, it quickly adjusted its mindset and prepared to continue its plan.

"I just need to quietly bypass this brush pen."

The skull resolved to control the Demon Sword to crawl forward.

"I am a demonic sword, I have no feelings, I don't believe I can't control a mortal."

Just then, another white light shot towards it.

"Puff!"

The skull was dispersed again.