Don’t pull the sword!

The writing on the cavern wall was crooked and twisted, as if carved with great force under extreme terror. Zanxing’s heart turned cold, and she instinctively looked up at Meng Ying, shouting: “Senior Sister!”

Meng Ying turned back in surprise, and suddenly the sword in her hand began to shake violently, with dark currents spreading out from the sword tip in all directions.

“Yuanli?” Gu Baiying’s expression paused.

“Senior Sister, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing something was amiss, Mu Cengxiao urgently asked.

Meng Ying held the Wuyou Sword in her hand, her gaze uncertain with shock: “Strange, this sword… is injecting Yuanli into me.”

Ordinary spirit artifacts, even if they developed a sword spirit, were merely weapons that cooperated with their master. No one had ever heard of a weapon that would help people absorb Yuanli. Zanxing called out to Meng Ying: “Senior Sister, there’s something wrong with this sword!” She pointed at the carved words on the cavern wall: “Quickly throw the sword away!”

Under the illumination talisman, the writing on the cavern wall was shocking to behold. Meng Ying’s gaze focused, and she tried to let go, but soon she said in stunned confusion: “No good, I can’t throw away this sword.”

The Yuanli emanating from the sword tip was like spider silk, firmly wrapping her entire person together with the long sword. No matter what she tried, there was no way to break free. Gu Baiying said coldly, “This is bad.” He lifted his Embroidered Bone Spear and charged toward the sword mountain, but before he could get close, Meng Ying suddenly turned the sword tip and fiercely stabbed toward Mu Cengxiao, who was closest to her.

Mu Cengxiao never expected Meng Ying would suddenly attack him. In his hasty dodge, he gripped his Mieshen Saber to meet her attack. When blade and sword collided with a “bang,” a crack appeared on the Mieshen Saber’s blade, and the sharp sword qi cut a wound on Mu Cengxiao’s arm.

“You…” Mu Cengxiao looked at Meng Ying.

“I can’t control the sword in my hand,” Meng Ying spoke calmly. “It has its consciousness. We were wrong—this sword is probably even more powerful than a supreme-grade spirit artifact. Everyone get away!”

Zanxing’s heart was clear that although the Mieshen Saber appeared to be a broken blade, it was a fierce saber that could slay ghosts and gods. Yet this seemingly ornate and delicate long sword could easily leave blade marks on the Mieshen Saber, which was enough to show this sword’s terrifying nature.

Gu Baiying’s eyes turned cold. No longer hesitating, he charged up with his spear, and Tian Fangfang also realized something was wrong and rushed into the battle with his Qianyang Axe. Gu Baiying said to Meng Ying, “Don’t move. I’ll find a way to sever the connection between you and this sword.” As he spoke, that silver Embroidered Bone Spear flowed a delicate vermilion shadow from its spear tip. The vermilion shadow quickly outlined the pattern of Yuanli flow in the radiance, and he gripped the spear with both hands, unhesitatingly striking forward.

Instantly, brilliant light filled the cavern as countless streams of Yuanli were stabbed and scattered everywhere, nearly dazzling everyone’s eyes. Mud and sand fell with a “rustle” from the cavern walls, startling Mimi into scurrying around everywhere.

Zanxing protected Mendong and saw that amid the dust and clamor, those rays of light quickly converged and flowed back into the silver-white long sword. The slender fingers gripping the long sword showed no difference whatsoever.

The connection had not been severed.

Meng Ying still hadn’t escaped from this sword.

“What exactly does this sword want to do?” Mendong shrank back. Just as he finished saying this, Meng Ying was already charging toward Tian Fangfang with her sword.

Tian Fangfang cried “Aiya!” and swung his Qianyang Axe to chop at the Wuyou Sword, saying: “Sorry about this, Lord Divine Sword, but for our safety, I’ll have to chop you in half first!”

“Stop, don’t move!” Gu Baiying shouted sternly.

Unfortunately, his warning came too late. Tian Fangfang’s axe had already struck the Wuyou Sword, and the Yuanli from the sword tip crawled up the Qianyang Axe like silk threads. In what seemed like just an instant, the Qianyang Axe dimmed.

“Eh? What’s happening?” Tian Fangfang suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Gu Baiying’s expression was extraordinarily grim: “The spirit artifact’s Yuanli has all been absorbed by this sword. This is… Yuanli suppression.”

Superior spirit artifacts could suppress inferior ones. Gu Baiying’s Embroidered Bone Spear and Meng Ying’s Yuepuo were both supreme-grade spirit artifacts that would rarely meet their match even in the cultivation world, yet here they were being suppressed by the Wuyou Sword. This showed that the Wuyou Sword was definitely not as simple as just a supreme-grade spirit artifact.

Even more terrifying was that this Wuyou Sword could absorb Yuanli from other spirit artifacts. In just a short time, Mu Cengxiao’s Mieshen Saber, Gu Baiying’s Embroidered Bone Spear, and Tian Fangfang’s Qianyang Axe had all become ordinary spirit artifacts, no longer possessing any Yuanli.

And Meng Ying’s complexion was beginning to turn pale.

Mu Cengxiao asked: “Senior Sister, how are you?”

“This sword is continuously surging Yuanli into me, but this Yuanli seems to be affecting my mind,” Meng Ying gritted her teeth. “I can’t control it.”

“What does it want to do?” Gu Baiying asked.

“Kill everyone.”

This sentence was spoken in a sinister tone, seeming to carry a kind of deep evil, as if the speaker wasn’t Meng Ying but the strange sword spirit within the Wuyou Sword.

She suddenly charged toward Mendong with her sword. Gu Baiying flew to block in front of Mendong, lifting his Embroidered Bone Spear to meet her attack.

“Zanxing, take Mendong and leave first!” Gu Baiying said. “I’ll stay here and find a way to control this sword.”

“No, Master Uncle,” Mendong shouted. “Your spiritual meridian stagnation has already reached its limit. If you overuse Yuanli again, something will happen to you before we even get to the sacred tree fruit!”

“I know what I’m doing,” Gu Baiying said coldly, using his spear horizontally to block Meng Ying’s thrusting sword. However, the Embroidered Bone Spear had now become an ordinary weapon. To stop Meng Ying, he could only rely on his own Yuanli. Although he had the highest cultivation among everyone present, continuing to resist like this would still lead to death.

Meng Ying laughed coldly: “None of you should think of leaving.”

That beautiful face had always been coldly calm, but now it carried several parts of sinister malevolence, strange as if she were another person entirely.

“Meng Ying!” Mu Cengxiao called out anxiously. “Do you still remember who you are?”

With a “bang,” Meng Ying expressionlessly swept aside the Embroidered Bone Spear blocking her way and said word by word: “Wu-you-jian.”

Wuyou Sword?

Zanxing, who was pulling Mendong to retreat quickly, suddenly understood everything in that instant. At this moment, she suddenly comprehended the truth about Zheng Qing remaining in this place, about the lies concerning the divine sword.

This legendary divine sword indeed had its miraculous aspects, easily suppressing even supreme-grade spirit artifacts. However, this sword also hid a fatally terrifying aspect—it could seize the sword wielder’s consciousness.

Since ancient times, when spirit artifacts developed artifact spirits, it was equivalent to gaining consciousness. Such spirit artifacts were equivalent to Yuan Ying stage cultivators. But spirit artifacts were still spirit artifacts—they were merely weapons and wouldn’t seize people’s consciousness. Yet this sword would devour people’s minds. No, it should be said that it would make the sword wielder become part of the sword spirit, merging the human and divine sword into one.

If the sword spirit within were an ordinary sword spirit that was enthusiastic about cultivation and diligently performed its duties as a sword, that would be fine. But this sword happened to have an antisocial sword personality, extremely evil, given to killing sprees at the drop of a hat. So what would happen to the person who drew this sword was predictable.