Chapter 39: Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill

“Are you saying you want to hand this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword to me?”

Chu Fengmian looked at Qing Luan, speaking with a hint of astonishment.

This Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword was a true demonic sword. No matter who became its master, they would eventually be influenced by it and fall into madness.

Yet, it seemed that Qing Luan intended to give this sword to Chu Fengmian so that he could take it away.

“Correct.”

Qing Luan nodded and looked toward the Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword as she spoke.

“The power of this demonic sword is extremely vast. In truth, whether a weapon is good or evil does not depend on the weapon itself, but on its master.”

“Even if it is a demonic sword, as long as one can control it, it becomes an excellent asset,” Qing Luan said slowly.

“In fact, most of those who become Sword Demons are simply those who have become immersed in the power of this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword, allowing the sword to become their master, which leads to their descent into madness.”

“But if one remains lucid, this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword is nothing less than a peerless weapon.”

Hearing Qing Luan's words, Chu Fengmian nodded in agreement.

Indeed, a weapon has no inherent distinction between good and evil; their morality depends solely on the person wielding them. A benevolent weapon, if obtained by a murderous lunatic, would be drenched in blood. Conversely, a kind person, even if they obtained this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword, would view it merely as a powerful tool.

“My time is running short. If this continues, sooner or later I will lack the strength to suppress this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword. If it were to appear in the outside world and be obtained by someone else, it would easily stir up a storm of blood and carnage.”

“Rather than letting that happen, it is better to entrust this sword to you.”

Qing Luan glanced at Chu Fengmian, her eyes filled with profound meaning.

“If I am not mistaken, you are already capable of cultivation now.”

“Yes,” Chu Fengmian replied.

Having been reborn, the current Chu Fengmian was finally able to cultivate.

“In the future, I fear you may even surpass your Master,” Qing Luan said, looking at him.

This was no flattery, but words once spoken by the Lord of the Sword Path.

Chu Fengmian's sword intent was peerless under heaven, and his comprehension of the sword even surpassed that of the Lord of the Sword Path. If Chu Fengmian could truly cultivate, his future achievements would surpass that of the greatest swordsman in history.

“Take it. Only you can control this demonic sword.”

With a wave of her hand, the demonic sword flew out with a roar and landed in Chu Fengmian's grasp.

The moment the Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword touched his hand, Chu Fengmian felt a familiar sensation, as if the sword had been tailor-made for him.

“Truly worthy of being a divine weapon,” Chu Fengmian couldn't help but praise.

A true divine weapon does not necessarily require immense strength to control; like this Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword, even an ordinary person could pick it up and use it.

It was precisely because of this that the sword was so terrifying. Even an average person, upon obtaining it, could potentially become a Sword Demon capable of shaking the entire continent.

The moment it entered his hand, Chu Fengmian felt a surge of violent, tyrannical energy flooding his mind, nearly affecting him.

“It truly is a demonic sword, capable of disturbing its master's mind,” Chu Fengmian whispered.

Fortunately, Chu Fengmian's will was steadfast. Having lived two lifetimes, his willpower was likely no inferior to the peak experts of this world.

Though the sword's influence was terrifying, it had no effect on the current Chu Fengmian; instead, it served to further temper his resolve.

“As expected, you are the only one who can subdue this sword,” Qing Luan remarked with admiration, seeing that the aura surrounding Chu Fengmian remained undisturbed.

Had it been an ordinary person, the moment they grasped the Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword, they would likely have been corrupted by its consciousness and instantly transformed into a mindless killing machine. Yet, Chu Fengmian remained completely unaffected.

“I have carved three layers of seals upon this demonic sword. You may only break them once your strength is sufficient, so that the full power of the sword can be unleashed,” Qing Luan explained.

“Do not attempt to break the seals recklessly unless it is absolutely necessary.”

“Your current realm is far too low. If the seals were all broken at once and the sword's full power erupted, I fear you would be unable to resist the corruption of its consciousness.”

“Only when your realm is high enough may you break the seals. That will be the moment you truly master the Blood-Slaughtering Demon Sword.”

“I understand,” Chu Fengmian nodded.

He knew well that a demonic sword famous across the continent could not possibly have such weak power. At the very least, he knew that an ordinary person wielding this sword could easily slay warriors of the Divine Sea, Wind Control, or even Divine Power realms.

Easily.

The current seals were helping him master the weapon.

“By the way, in his final moments, the Lord of the Sword Path gave me a medicinal pill and told me to give it to you. However, at that time, I was being hunted by the Seven Great Sects, so I had no chance to find you. Today, I have enough strength to complete this task before my end.”

Qing Luan's form began to gradually grow translucent.

This was a sign that her spiritual energy was nearly exhausted. Once it was completely spent, her soul would dissipate.

“Here.”

Qing Luan slowly produced a jade box from her hand.

The box was carved from pure white jade. The moment Chu Fengmian took it and opened it, he was nearly enveloped by a surge of pure medicinal essence.

“Is this... the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Snatching Pill?”

As Chu Fengmian opened the box and saw the pill resting quietly inside, his mouth hung wide in shock.

The Nine-Revolution Heaven-Snatching Pill was a top-tier Heaven-grade pill, renowned for being able to allow even a cripple with severed spiritual veins to reconstruct them in a single stroke.

“Master... he actually remembered my condition even at the very end.”

Chu Fengmian's voice trembled with emotion.

Even in his final moments, when the Lord of the Sword Path had sensed the threat from the Seven Great Sects, he still remembered Chu Fengmian's physical state.

In his past life, Chu Fengmian had been an orphan who had never even met his parents; he had been raised by the Lord of the Sword Path.

Since taking Chu Fengmian as a disciple, the Lord of the Sword Path had never accepted another. Even Qing Luan had only remained by his side as an ordinary follower.

One could say that while the Lord of the Sword Path was not his biological father, he was more than a father to Chu Fengmian.