Chapter 11: The Marvelous Uses of the Demon Sword

Chapter 11: The Clever Use of the Demon Sword

Gazing down at the gentle, shy, and quiet Long Kui cradled in his arms, although he could not truly sense her body temperature due to her soul state, Xiao Se keenly felt the longing and the millennia-old bond between them.

He exhaled deeply, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and resolve. Silently, he vowed: since he had taken Jing Tian’s place, he would never allow the tragedies of The Legend of Sword and Fairy III to unfold again.

“Long Kui, we are no longer in the Kingdom of Jiang. From now on, just call me brother,” Xiao Se said with a smile, looking at the young woman in his arms who appeared four or five years older than him.

“Brother? But Long Kui has always called you Brother Wang,” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“Then change it. Brother Wang is too formal and distant. Brother sounds more intimate,” he patiently explained.

“Formal? Intimate?” Long Kui lifted her beautiful chin, smiling softly. “If Brother Wang likes it when Long Kui calls him brother, then Long Kui will call you brother from now on.”

“How obedient you are,” Xiao Se gently stroked her lovely face. In the original timeline, Jing Tian, or Long Yang in his past life, often did the same.

Moved by this long-awaited comfort, Long Kui shed tears of joy. “Brother, Long Kui never wants to be separated from you again.”

“Mm,” Xiao Se nodded.

At the same time, he secretly resolved: “Don’t worry, Long Kui. We are both exiles from another world. No matter where we are, I will never let you leave my side, nor suffer the fate of the Sacrificial Sword.”

“Long Kui, are you a soul now?” Xiao Se asked, sensing that although he could still touch her, she seemed intangible, as if she could dissipate at any moment.

Long Kui nodded slightly, a trace of melancholy in her voice. “My body was destroyed the moment it was cast into the sword-forging furnace. My soul now resides within the Demon Sword, which is why I can still be preserved.”

A tender smile appeared on Xiao Se’s face. “Rest assured, Long Kui. Brother will forge you a new body and bring you fully back to life.”

“What did you say?” Long Kui looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling with excitement. “Brother, is it true? Can Long Kui really be revived?”

Xiao Se rubbed her head, smiling. “When have I ever lied to you?”

“Brother never lies to Long Kui. Brother promised to find Long Kui after reincarnation, and Brother has done so. Long Kui believes in Brother,” she said, wiping her tears, her eyes red.

“Long Kui, can you still return to the Demon Sword now? You’re a soul, and if you wander out like this, you might be spotted by those with ill intent and fall into danger,” Xiao Se smiled and asked.

“I can. But it’s dark inside the Demon Sword, and Long Kui doesn’t like it there. Still, for Brother, I’m willing to endure it.” Saying this, Long Kui’s form turned into a blue light and slipped into the sword.

Xiao Se slowly stood, picking up the Demon Sword from the ground. Holding it, he nearly stumbled under its weight, astonished. “So heavy.”

The sword trembled slightly, and Long Kui’s soft, melodious voice echoed, “Brother, under normal conditions, the Demon Sword weighs over a hundred jin. With your current cultivation and age, it’s difficult to wield. But you are the sword’s true master; you can try adjusting its weight to suit you.”

Xiao Se nodded and quietly infused it with his Dou Qi. The sword quivered, its afterimage flashing briefly, and suddenly its weight reduced by nearly tenfold.

He swung the sword casually and found it surprisingly light and handy. Satisfied, he smiled. “Thank you, Long Kui. From now on, Brother will carry the Demon Sword on his back, and you can come out when no one is around.”

“Brother, that’s not necessary. Since the Demon Sword has absorbed your blood, it can be stored within your body,” Long Kui’s voice came again from the sword.

“Really? Let me try,” Xiao Se thought, and the sword in his hand instantly transformed into a purple light that entered his right hand.

Raising his right hand, he saw a magical sword pattern nearly an inch long appearing near his forearm joint.

“Brother, how do you feel?” This time, Long Kui didn’t speak aloud but sent her voice directly into his mind.

“Very convenient,” Xiao Se nodded with satisfaction and asked, “Long Kui, can you possess my body?”

In the original story, Yao Lao possessed Xiao Yan, allowing his cultivation to soar from Dou Shi level to Dou Huang power temporarily.

Long Kui was silent for a moment before softly replying, “Brother, Long Kui can try.”

No sooner had she spoken than a deep blue light appeared on Xiao Se’s right arm, spreading rapidly until it enveloped his entire body in a faint blue veil.

At that moment, his eyes flickered with pale blue light, making his true gaze indistinct.

His cultivation had risen noticeably—to the rank of Great Dou Shi.

“Seven-Star Great Dou Shi!” Xiao Se carefully felt his newfound strength and gasped. Long Kui’s soul attached to him had propelled him from the first star of Dou Zhe to the seventh star of Great Dou Shi.

Moreover, his spiritual power had grown significantly.

“Brother, Long Kui absorbed a thousand years’ worth of ghost energy inside the Demon Sword, making her soul extraordinarily powerful. With your constitution, you can only bear a small portion of her soul energy,” Long Kui warned gently in his mind.

“That’s enough. Long Kui, how long can this state last?” Xiao Se asked silently.

“At most half an hour each time. Beyond that, your body won’t be able to endure it,” she replied after a moment, her tone tinged with concern.

“That’s sufficient,” he said. Sitting before the medicine cauldron, Xiao Se began to fuse the remaining refined medicinal essences to concoct a hemostatic powder.

To his surprise, the process went smoothly. The hemostatic powder, which had previously required great effort to produce, now came out quickly and with far superior quality.

With over one hundred eighty portions of materials left, he completed the refining in less than half an hour. Except for a handful of average-quality ones, the rest were all top-grade.

After finishing the hemostatic powder, Xiao Se attempted to refine injury-healing pills. With Long Kui’s soul energy supporting him, he succeeded effortlessly.

Joy surged through him.

At the start, due to limitations in cultivation and soul perception, he had to experiment with each pill to find the optimal flame temperature.

Now, empowered by Long Kui’s soul energy, he had mastered the techniques and refined pills with ease.

He was ready to try making second-grade pills.

(End of chapter)