Spirit Vessel

Feiyun didn’t immediately pull the sword out of her chest and merely observed her struggle.

“Now, I ask, you answer.” He commanded.

“Why… should I obey you?” She remained prideful, having grown used to her high status.

“Because I control your rate. If I want you to die, you shall die. Now answer truthfully, is Aquamoon Saintess undergoing a tribulation?” He came close enough to show up in her pupils, looking rather frightening.

Her willpower waned from the prolonged torture so she nodded in response.

“How many pseudo-saints are there in Aquamoon?” Feiyun asked again.

She gritted her teeth but couldn’t resist his aura: “There are none outside of the four guardians.”

Aquamoon Paradise remained relatively young. It was easy to produce many Heaven’s Emergence but a pseudo-saint was a different story. Remember, only a few pseudo-saints were present in Sixth Central.

It was difficult jumping steps after Heaven’s Emergence. Most were stuck in the first level until death.

“What is the relationship between the guardians and the saintess?” Feiyun asked again.

“The great deity brought prosperity to the world during her travel. Everyone wished to join, not just humans but even demons. However, the recruitment requirements are stringent, requiring those with a strong moral compass, mental fortitude, and talent. The four guardians were the earliest recruiters, passing all these tests. Cosmic Sword Emperor, Salvation Buddha, Chaos Monarch, and Fate Empress, they protect the peace in Aquamoon Paradise…” She twitched a bit while talking; her body became stained with demonic energy and her eyes became muddled.

A supreme genius was on the verge of turning into a slave. The eyes said plenty about a person; an emperor had a different gate than a commoner.

The pride and confidence in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by confusion and inferiority.

“You have two choices, become my woman or be devoured by this sword, becoming the slave of its owner. Pick.” Feiyun said.

He was no saint who would save people for no reason. Moreover, Aquamoon was potentially an enemy.

“No… I am the red-robed priestess of Aquamoon, I won’t become a man’s toy… No…” She shook her head repeatedly and bit her lips.

A bright radiance flashed for a moment before being destroyed by the demonic sword.

“I… I accept…” She had no choice but to give up after the final defense went down.

Feiyun pulled the sword out of her chest and she fell into his embrace. She wouldn’t have yielded if she wasn’t at the end of the road.

There were many tough cultivators in this world, preferring death to dishonor. Alas, there were numerous ways to make them submit as well.

Since she was drenched in sweat, he could smell her scent. However, he focused on the strange runes engraved on the sword.

“Prince Moonbreak couldn’t have forged this sword. These runes are from Time Immemorial.” Feiyun closed his eyes and delved into the sword.

An ancient aura within billowed, wanting to suppress his soul. He immediately retreated and recalled a particular infamous weapon from that time period.

The name of the blade was Nefarious. According to the legends, a genius at the defied level appeared among the royal serpents, nearly becoming the fourth grand saint of Time Immemorial.

This blade forged by him could turn its female victims into his slaves regardless of their cultivation. Their yin energy would strengthen him, improving his talent and cultivation.

Even a few saintesses couldn’t escape this fate, adding to the infamy of the demon blade. It was feared and revived as one of the ten most dreadful weapons of that period.

He couldn’t become the fourth saint because there was another entity even more brilliant than him - one of the Immemorial Trinity, Terra Saint.

After killing the serpent genius, the saint cut the demonic blade into three pieces and hid them in different zones.

Feiyun channeled his saint energy into the sword.

“Boom!” Cracks appeared and pieces fell down from the blade, revealing a red glow.

Only the hilt and a dagger-length section of the blade were left. Nonetheless, the demonic energy was both ancient and mighty as if it was a sword that had just leaped out from an old scroll.

‘Could this be it?’ Feiyun didn’t quite believe in these legends. How could saintesses fall to this sword? It must have been exaggerated by future generations.

It must have been forged into this version in order to avoid public backlash. After all, the world wouldn’t allow the infamous sword to run rampant. Eventually, Prince Moonbreak came across it.

Feiyun was sure that the prince didn’t know about its true form. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have let him take it away.

‘Might be rather effective against enemies, making them obey on top of improving my physique.’ Feiyun was not afraid of infamy. After all, history was written by the victors.

If the serpent genius had killed Terra Saint, he would have become a grand saint or something even greater. The name of the blade could have been Sacred instead of Nefarious in that case.

“Who… are you?” Eventually, Shangguan Mingqian regained some sanity with the sword gone.

The last thing she remembered was a fight between Prince Moonbreak and a mysterious human genius. Next came a golden flash and now here she was, leaving her wondering about the situation and why this servant was here.

Did the demon dragon take advantage of the battle and capture the four of them? She felt that she had just escaped a lion only to be found by a wolf.

Feiyun put away the sword while still holding her waist: “I am your man now, you have agreed.”

“Wretch, you took advantage of the situation!” She tried to break free but couldn’t.

Though separated by a layer of clothing, Feiyun could still feel her waist - soft yet without a trace of excess fat. He got truly lucky this time with this beauty.