Chapter 324-325 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 324-325 |
Xianyun Province. The Demonic Path’s underground palace.
Yu Xiang sat in the library, surrounded by ancient texts, her brow furrowed in frustration.
“There are so many…” she muttered, sifting through the scrolls.
The Demonic Path’s records of the ancient era were chaotic and contradictory, with no consistent narrative.
Some claimed that the Demon Venerable had achieved ultimate power and ascended to a higher realm. Others said he had died fighting the Immortal Venerable, leaving behind only his techniques.
Either he was depicted as an omnipotent god, or his existence was barely acknowledged.
And there was nothing about the Eternal Light Sword.
After searching for a day and a night, she still hadn’t found anything useful.
“This doesn’t make sense,” she said, resting her head on her hand, a puzzled expression on her face. “If Senior Brother said the Demon Lord knows about the Eternal Light Sword, then it must be a well-known artifact. Why can’t I find anything about it? Did the Demon Lord hide the information?”
“It’s not very polite to sneak into someone’s bedroom while they’re injured, but… he probably won’t mind, right?”
But after searching the Demon Lord’s room thoroughly, she still found nothing.
His room was spartan, with only a bed and a desk.
She even found a few hidden compartments, but they contained nothing but personal belongings.
…The Demon Lord’s family records.
“Nothing…” she sighed, giving up.
She sat down at the desk, idly flipping through the records.
“This Demon Lord… he’s so secretive, no one even knows his name. To think he had to change his identity to become the Demon Lord… that’s kind of sad.”
She hesitated for a moment, then, unable to resist her curiosity, she started reading.
“The current Demon Lord—Mo Xun.”
“So that’s his name,” she murmured, her eyes scanning the page.
Her gaze moved up the page, tracing the lineage back through generations, until it reached the very top.
“The Demon Venerable…”
“…Mo Wuyou?”
“So the Demon Lord is a direct descendant of the Demon Venerable. Quite a legacy.”
She flipped the page and saw a strange mark, like a hand seal.
Most people wouldn’t recognize it,
But Yu Xiang did.
It was the mark of the “Quenching Nether Mantra.”
“Only those of the Mo bloodline who have cultivated the ‘Quenching Nether Mantra’ may read this…”
It was a message hidden within the seal, revealed only to those who practiced the technique.
She hesitated, then channeled her demonic energy into the seal.
A faint image appeared before her eyes.
“This is…?”
Mount Yu.
Sword Maiden sat in the main hall, her gaze fixed on nothing, her body as still as a doll’s.
Nan Xiaoxiang was checking her pulse, while Chen Yin stood beside them, suppressing the chaotic Sword Qi within Sword Maiden’s body to prevent her from injuring the physician.
After a while, Nan Xiaoxiang withdrew her hand, a puzzled expression on her face. “I… I don’t understand. I’ve never seen anything like this before. A physician relies on observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation. But… she has no pulse, no heartbeat, no discernible meridians or acupoints…” She glanced at Chen Yin hesitantly.
Chen Yin knew what she was thinking.
Can someone without a pulse or a heartbeat even be considered alive?
Sword Maiden, oblivious to their conversation, just sat there, her gaze vacant.
As long as there were no swords nearby, she was as still and silent as a statue.
“So we’re back to square one,” Chen Yin sighed.
Shen Shuanglian, Luo Luo, and Qingying exchanged worried glances.
“What do we do now?”
“We keep her here for now. She’s our only lead,” Chen Yin said, rubbing his temples. “Whether she remembers or not, we have to keep her safe.”
Sword Maiden, hearing her name, turned to Chen Yin, her clear amber eyes reflecting his image.
“Chen Yin,” she said.
“Yes?”
“I haven’t eaten a sword today.”
Chen Yin sighed and tossed her a sword from the System Shop.
Sword Maiden’s eyes lit up as she took the sword and started eating it, Luo Luo, Qingying, and Nan Xiaoxiang watching in stunned silence.
“…She… she actually ate it?” Qingying said, her voice filled with disbelief.
Nan Xiaoxiang glanced at Chen Yin, who just shrugged helplessly. Don’t ask me, I have no idea.
The next day, Shen Shuanglian had to return to the Mist Spirit Sect.
That night, after a passionate and satisfying encounter, she lay in Chen Yin’s arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
“…Still thinking about Sword Maiden?”
“…Yes,” Chen Yin admitted. “I’m wondering why the Immortal Venerable left her in the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain.”
“Did you figure anything out?” Shen Shuanglian asked shyly.
Chen Yin shook his head.
“Oh.”
She snuggled closer, her long eyelashes brushing against his cheek.
“Are you unhappy?” he asked suddenly.
“…No.”
She didn’t elaborate, just buried her face in his neck.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“It’s not about right or wrong,” she said, her voice soft and hesitant, her arms tightening around his neck, “it’s just… when I’m in your arms… can you… not think about other women?”
Chen Yin looked at her, then chuckled. “Even Sword Maiden?”
“She’s a girl too…” Shen Shuanglian mumbled, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“Alright, alright. You’re right. How should I make it up to you?”
Shen Shuanglian’s face turned crimson, and she gently took his hand. “Let’s… do it again… but this time… don’t think about anyone else. Just look at me.”
After a passionate night, Shen Shuanglian returned to the Mist Spirit Sect, and Nan Xiaoxiang, accompanied by Qingying, departed for her clinic in Yanxia Province.
“I can’t leave Ling’er alone at the clinic,” she had said.
The once bustling Mount Yu was quiet again, only Luo Luo, Sword Maiden, and the Grand Witch, Bi Luo, who was recovering in Master’s bathhouse, remaining.
Sword Maiden quickly adapted to her new life, her days a simple cycle of eating swords and sleeping. As long as there were no swords to distract her, she was content.
Chen Yin, worried about her becoming too isolated, asked Luo Luo to keep her company. Luo Luo, cheerful and outgoing, quickly befriended the quiet, doll-like girl, taking her on adventures around the mountain.
In the bustling market town of Flowing Cloud City, at the foot of Mount Yu…
The lives of mortals continued as usual, unaffected by the tumultuous events of the cultivation world.
“Sword Maiden, look at this!” Luo Luo, her dress swirling around her, picked up a trinket from a vendor’s stall. “Isn’t it cute?”
“What’s ‘cute’?”
“Something that makes you happy when you see it.”
“Oh. Then it’s not cute.”
Luo Luo’s face fell. “Not cute? I think it’s adorable!”
“That one’s cute,” Sword Maiden pointed at a small, sword-shaped toy.
Luo Luo: “…”
“You really like anything related to swords, don’t you?”
Sword Maiden blinked. “Is that wrong?”
“No, of course not,” Luo Luo chuckled awkwardly.
A commotion erupted nearby, and they saw a crowd gathered in the street, their voices hushed and excited.
Curious, Luo Luo and Sword Maiden approached.
A middle-aged couple knelt on the ground, the man kowtowing repeatedly, the woman sobbing uncontrollably.
Before them stood a group of young men in fine clothes, their faces arrogant and sneering.
The leader, a fan in one hand, a sword at his waist, his fingers adorned with jade and gold rings, looked down at them with a cruel amusement in his eyes.
“I swear, I didn’t do it! The jade pendant broke on its own! I didn’t touch it!”
“Didn’t touch it?” one of the young men sneered, kicking the man in the face. “Do you know how much this is worth? You couldn’t afford it even if you sold your entire family! You think I would break my own jade and then try to extort money from a peasant like you? Do you think anyone would believe that?”
“But I…” the man stammered, his voice trembling.
“It’s that Wang brat again,” someone in the crowd whispered. “I’ve seen him break that jade pendant at least three times. I wonder why he even bothers. He’s probably after Butcher Zhang’s wife. Why would he want a married woman when he can have any girl he wants at the brothel?”
“Poor Butcher Zhang…”
The young men, their smiles turning lecherous, approached the woman, who screamed and struggled, while her husband continued kowtowing, his forehead bleeding.
“What are they doing?” Sword Maiden tugged at Luo Luo’s sleeve.
“They’re doing bad things. They’re bullying people.”
“Those bastards…” Luo Luo sighed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Always preying on the weak. Wait here, Sword Maiden, I’ll teach them a lesson—”
She stopped mid-sentence, noticing Sword Maiden’s gaze fixed on the young master’s sword, her eyes clear and devoid of emotion.
“His sword…” she said softly,
“…is sad.”
Luo Luo looked at her, confused.
The young men were dragging the woman away, her screams echoing through the street, while her husband continued kowtowing, his forehead covered in blood.
Sword Maiden suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the Wang family’s young master.
And his sword, as if responding to her gesture, let out a clear, resonant hum, then transformed into a streak of light.
Before he could even react, it had pierced through his chest,
…his still-beating heart visible through the gaping wound.
Everyone froze.
Even Luo Luo gasped, staring at Sword Maiden in disbelief.
The young master collapsed, and his companions, their faces pale with terror, screamed and scattered, fleeing in panic.
The woman fainted.
The crowd erupted in chaos, people running and screaming, the once bustling street now a scene of pandemonium.
Soon, the street was deserted, only the young master’s body remaining, his blood staining the cobblestones.
“Sword… Sword Maiden…” Luo Luo stammered, her eyes wide with shock.
Sword Maiden gently retrieved the young master’s sword, her gaze lowered, her voice soft and gentle. “There, there. It’s okay now. Don’t be sad.”
The sword trembled slightly, then a crack appeared on its surface, its light dimming, its aura fading.
Sword Maiden looked at it silently, then put it in her mouth and swallowed it.
She turned to Luo Luo, her amber eyes clear and innocent. “Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”
“Well… not exactly…” Luo Luo hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t intended to kill anyone. Killing mortals was a serious offense in the cultivation world.
She had just wanted to teach those bullies a lesson, to cripple them, perhaps, but not to kill them.
But Sword Maiden’s casual act of violence had shocked her.
“It’s just… you seem so innocent and pure, and yet… you killed him so easily… it’s a bit… unsettling.” Her voice was soft and hesitant.
Sword Maiden tilted her head slightly, confused.
She didn’t understand what “innocent and pure” meant.
Or why innocent and pure people couldn’t kill.
“But it’s not entirely wrong,” Luo Luo said quickly, trying to reassure her. “You avenged those he had harmed. I didn’t know you were so… righteous.”
“What’s ‘righteous’?”
Luo Luo: “…”
“He made his sword unhappy,” Sword Maiden said softly. “I could feel its sadness. So I killed him. Is that… righteous?”
Luo Luo didn’t know what to say.
Then, a voice came from behind them:
“It is.”
Chen Yin walked over and looked at the body on the ground. “You said it yourself. You can’t cultivate the Sword Dao with a dishonest heart. A sword needs righteousness to thrive. If someone’s actions make their sword weep, then they are wrong. And punishing those who do wrong… is righteous.”
Sword Maiden didn’t seem to understand, but she looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright. “So I didn’t do anything wrong?”
“No.”
“Then will you deduct my sword for today?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Sword Maiden’s face fell. “You said you would only deduct my swords if I did something wrong.”
“Because you shouldn’t kill people. At least, not like this. It might be righteous for you, but for mortals, it breaks the rules.”
Sword Maiden didn’t reply.
She hadn’t even heard his explanation.
The only thing that mattered was that he was going to deduct her sword.
It was the only thing that could make her so visibly upset.
Seeing her pout, Luo Luo tugged at Chen Yin’s sleeve.
But he shook his head. “When the authorities arrive, take her back to Mount Yu. I’ll handle this.”
Luo Luo nodded obediently.
She tried to pull Sword Maiden away, but the girl just glared at Chen Yin stubbornly.
“Glaring at me won’t change anything,” Chen Yin said calmly. “No swords for three days.”
Sword Maiden fell silent.
After they left, Chen Yin watched as the city guards approached, surrounding him, and sighed.
“Taking care of kids is hard work.”