Chapter 63 Little wifey (1/2)
”Who is it?!!”
”As expected, you really don't remember me. I'm so sad that you forgot the woman you were married to, Jian Shen!”
Listening to the voice which sounded chiding and hurt at the same time, Jian Shen almost thought that maybe he really was married.
But that didn't last long, because Qingyu came to his rescue.
”Shut up, crazy stalker! You were never married to him!”
”Tsk, you still aren't dead?”
Not at all calming down from Qingyu who was chatting as if it was an old friend, Jian Shen hastily looked around to see where the voice's body was.
After all, he could only hear her voice inside his head, and therefore couldn't locate its source.
”How could I die and leave Jian Shen in the hands of a crazy woman like you?”
”Humph! Have you forgotten who was the one that caused him to die, in the first place?”
As Qingyu suddenly quieted down, Jian Shen who was finally connecting the dots on a lot of unanswered questions, heard the rustling sound of leaves.
Looking towards the trees from the where the sound was coming, Jian Shen soon saw something poke its way out of the dense branches of leaves.
Narrowing his eyes, Jian Shen remembered what Qingyu said about someone trying to kill him.
Therefore, by instinct he took a step back and pulled the Myriad God Sword, which he held in front of him.
The object didn't stay hidden or move too slowly, but Jian Shen who saw what it was fell into a trance, because of how beautiful it was.
It was a sword which looked very similar to the Myriad God Sword in size and dimensions.
The sword was pitch black in colour, from the top to bottom. With bright red patterns on it, covering the sword from the blade's tip, to the hilt.
In a sense, Jian Shen felt that the sword obtained the vivid red designs on it, after having killed countless people and being soaked in their blood.
Unlike when he first saw the Ethereal Phoenix Sword, which was also black in colour, Jian Shen didn't feel any sort of coldness originating from it.
Instead, all he felt was a soul crushing bloodthirst and killing intent from it.
”I see that you've copied me, and turned into a sword. What's with the lack of originality, Qingyu?”
”Who's copying you? I'm the new Sword Spirit of the Myriad God Sword! The Sword Spirit of one of the Nine Heavenly Creations!!! You, on the other hand, you're nothing more than a third grade sword!”
”You've grown even haughtier since the last time I met you. Want to try and see which one of us is the stronger one, right now?”
”As if I would fall for such stupid provocation. Let's see if you'll dare say the same words when I'm complete.”
While Qingyu wanted nothing more than to prove that she was better than Juewang, there was no way she'd do something as stupid as competing with the Sword of Despair in her current state.
After all, now that she was a Sword Spirit, Qingyu could clearly sense that the Sword of Despair was a weapon which was very close to rivalling those of the Nine Heavenly Creations.
Luckily, it still wasn't something which could defeat the complete Myriad God Sword.
”Fufufufu, just say that you're scared. This won't be the fi.. ”