Chapter 1026 - Food Crisis (2/2)

“Why don’t you try to compromise?” Fang Ning asked out of curiosity, “That way we can reconcile with the Heavenly Axiom.”

“You are clever but interrupted by moments of stupidity,” Sir System bragged, “I break one Formation, and he’ll make another. Again he will approach me and I will have an opportunity to kick his royal ass.”

Fang Ning looked impassive for a moment and gave a thumbs up, “Great idea.”

Soaring Dragon abruptly showed up and remarked, “An army marches on its stomach. Since I will be contributing a lot tomorrow, you better give me more food.”

The request was met by blank looks of Fang Ning and Sir System.

“I shouldn’t have let you accept divine power and grow sapience. Any more monkey business and I will lock you in the furnace.” Sir System warned.

“Ancient-grade I am. You do that, and you will need experience points of at least a trillion to raise me back into my current standards. Can you afford to do that?” Soaring Dragon crowed.

“Wait a minute, how did you know about experience points?” Fang Ning was surprised.

“I have no idea. I knew it as soon as I gain consciousness,” The Soaring Dragon Sword replied as it somersaulted in midair.

“I see. I think whatever you created knows at least a thing or two about the System Order,” Fang Ning whispered to Sir System as he was relieved.

“Not that big of an issue. The knowledge is useless to it, but it’s asking for food now. Should we give it what it wants?” Sir System mumbled.

“Let me ask something,” Fang Ning continued, “So sword baby, what kind of food do you want? I mean you are just a sword, how do you eat and drink?”

“I need magical energy, and they are my food. With enough of ’em, I could evolve myself and acquire knowledge on more ‘positions’, pun not intended,” Soaring Dragon spoke with confidence, “I can learn the Heavenly Sword Formation, Heavenly Sword Dimension, Shadow Clone Technique, et cetera.”

“Unlike other artifacts by other makers, my creation defies me.” Sir System spoke with indignation.

“A fish rots from the head down,” Fang Ning criticized with sincere conviction, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. The father’s a cheapskate, so will the son be. It’s plotting independence by building a nice little nest egg, using your resources.”

“So what do I do? Should I fight with my bare fists from now on? Maybe leveling my Dragon Fist to Ancient-grade instead?” Sir System snarled.

“Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. Just give in its demands a little, at least it would evolve itself,” Fang Ning consoled, “It might be hard to control with sapience, but its power has endless potential. It’s not often you get a second bite at the cherry.”

“Listen here you little sh*t, just how much energy you want?” Sir System compromised.

“I simply require three magical bubbles from Death,” the Sword demanded.

“No.”

“One bubble.”

“Not gonna happen,” Sir System bartered.

“Then do your best tomorrow, alone.”

“Half. I’ll give you half a bubble. Also, damn you.”

“We have a deal.”