Chapter 86: The Mad Blade Acknowledges Its Master

  "Haha, from today on, you'll be hanging out with me and Chen Pengpeng! Hehe~~"

  Chen Pengpeng landed beside Kuangdao and said in a domineering tone. Just as he was about to grab the hilt with his hand, Kuangdao shook violently, and finally shook even harder. Suddenly, Kuangdao emitted a purple light like lightning, Chen Pengpeng's expression at this time was extremely painful, as if he had been struck by something. Although his body looked uncomfortable, his hands were tightly grasping the hilt, with a determination that would not let go even in death.

  "Rumble!"

  "Hmm!"

  Chen Pengpeng couldn't withstand the strong purple light's recoil after all. He was blasted far away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. 'Thud, thud, thud...' Chen Pengpeng retreated several steps before he could steady himself. He wiped off the blood on his lips, carefully looking at the majestic long knife in front of him. He didn't dare take another step forward; he knew that if he did, he would be hurt by the purple light again. However, his strong desire once again stirred his heartstrings.

  "Hum! Die if you must, but today I, your lord, will definitely settle this with you!"

  "Chen Pengpeng gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. He had just finished speaking when he charged at Kuangdao once again! Whenever he decided to do something, he would go all out, even if it meant risking his life. This wasn't just a matter of being stubborn, but rather Chen Pengpeng's way of being a man - that was perseverance! His hand grasped the hilt of Kuangdao's sword once more, and this time it was different from before. He could clearly feel the heat emanating from the entire sword, and his hand holding the hilt began to burn. Yet he still held on tightly, refusing to let go. He tried to lift Kuangdao in front of him, but no matter how hard he used his strength, the sword didn't budge at all. In his eyes, this sword was as heavy as Mount Tai, impossible to move."

  "Ding ding ding!"

  The mad sword shook more and more fiercely, with lightning-like flashes, rushing towards the sky. "Rumbling" sounds of thunderbolts came crashing down. Just as those bolts of lightning were about to strike him, Chen Peng still grasped the hilt of that sword. He had already decided that even if he died here, he would wield this proud sword. There was no reason for it, because in this world, only he, Chen Peng, was proudly arrogant!

  "Boom!"

  "Ah!"

  Chen Pengpeng was struck by the heavenly thunder and let out a mournful cry. At this time, Chen Pengpeng had already been knocked unconscious, his clothes torn to shreds. His entire body was covered in wounds, with blood constantly flowing out of them. Although Chen Pengpeng was knocked unconscious by the heavenly thunder, his hand still tightly grasped the Crazy Knife. The blood flowing from his body slowly flowed onto the knife, and as soon as it came into contact with the blade, it turned a deep red color, slowly spreading throughout the entire knife like a network of blood vessels. Suddenly, the Crazy Knife emitted a blue and red glow, slowly enveloping Chen Pengpeng. His wounds also began to heal slowly. What was strange was that the red and blue light slowly surged into Chen Pengpeng's right hand, until the red and blue light surrounding him completely disappeared. If you looked closely, you would discover that at this time, a tattoo had appeared on Chen Pengpeng's right arm, identical to the pattern on the Crazy Knife. The only difference was that the dragon pattern on his right arm was one red stripe and one purple stripe. These two stripes of dragons seemed to be coiled around his right arm, as if they were about to burst out, which was truly terrifying.

  "Hum! Hum! Hum!"

  A burst of sword hum echoed in the sky, and all that could be heard was a "whoosh" sound. The Crazy Blade took Chen Feng away into the distance. In a dark cave, a sliver of sunlight managed to penetrate inside. Taking advantage of this faint light, one could see that the dark cave was filled with rows of divine weapons. These were no ordinary weapons, but rather the finest instruments from the Heavenly Realm and the Divine Realm. The lowest among them were still top-grade middle-tier artifacts, and surrounding them were sparkling elixirs. If these things were to be discovered by the cultivators of the Mortal Realm or the Heavenly Realm, they would surely fight to the death for them! These elixirs could at least increase a cultivator's power by a hundred years, and if an ordinary person were to consume them, they would likely explode and die. This was no joke - these things had been stored away by the Crazy Blade's previous master, and someone of that level would not store anything low-grade. The answer was definitely no. In the deepest part of the cave, a bed made of Thousand-Year Stone Milk Ice lay quietly. This bed was no ordinary thing, emitting a cold aura that kept the temperature of the cave at a constant level. This was the ideal temperature for cultivation, and if one were to sit on this bed while cultivating, they would surely reach new heights! At this moment, a handsome young man with a battered body lay on this ancient bed, accompanied by a long sword with a lot of character lying quietly beside him. This person was none other than Chen Feng, who had been struck by lightning and rendered unconscious. After undergoing various trials, the Crazy Blade had finally acknowledged him! At this moment, he was the master of the Crazy Blade, and in his moment of unconsciousness, the blade had brought him to the place where its previous master used to cultivate, in order to help him recover from his injuries more quickly.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Chen Pengpeng suddenly started coughing, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the dark and gloomy place, and he thought he had already fallen into hell! However, a wave of warmth immediately spread through his hands, and his head involuntarily looked down. It would have been better if he hadn't looked, but now that he did, he let out a frightful jump. At this moment, he saw two dragon patterns of different colors on the back of his right hand, and when he first saw these red and blue dragon patterns, he was almost scared to death. Because these two dragon patterns were too realistic, Chen Pengpeng thought someone had played a trick on him, and he wanted to wipe them away with his left hand. However, even after he rubbed the skin off his right hand, the dragon patterns still clearly appeared on the back of his hand. Later, he didn't bother with the dragon patterns anymore, and he touched his somewhat dizzy head, suddenly remembering something. He saw himself anxiously looking around to the left and right, and when he saw that long knife was beside him, he finally put his mind at ease. Then he fell asleep on the ice bed again, but soon got up once more. This time, he felt a wave of pain all over his body. He thought he was dreaming, rubbed his eyes with his hand, and looked again to see if that special knife was still there. This time, he saw it clearly, and that knife with its stern aura and killing intent lay quietly beside him. He stretched out his trembling hand to touch it but was afraid of being shocked by the purple lightning. Several times, he reached out and then withdrew his hand again. He had suffered before, so it wasn't strange that he wasn't afraid! However, Chen Pengpeng, this fearless and heaven-defying freak, was different from others. Knowing there were tigers in the mountain, he still headed towards the tiger mountain! He saw himself stretching out his right hand once more, closing his eyes, biting his lips, and quickly reaching for the hilt of the knife.

  "What's going on? Why wasn't I shocked back?"

  Chen Pengpeng waited for a long time but didn't see any signs of rejection from Kuangdao, so he muttered to himself. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and when he did, he was completely stunned. The scene before him was beyond his comprehension. He saw that the blade of Kuangdao was emitting a purple glow, while its right arm was half red and half purple in color, with the two dragon patterns becoming even more vivid! At this moment, Chen Pengpeng felt as if their hearts were connected, and they could sense each other's existence. Now, Chen Pengpeng and Kuangdao had become blood relatives, making Chen Pengpeng the true master of Kuangdao!

  "Haha, I knew it! You're mine, and you think you can still run away from me? Wahahahaha... From now on, follow me to conquer the world!"

  Suddenly, Chen Peng stood up proudly, waving the Crazy Knife in his hand and laughing loudly. The sound echoed continuously in the cave, and the Crazy Knife in his hand seemed to understand him, as the purple light on it became even more vibrant. After Chen Peng's excitement subsided, he began to slowly recall how he had subdued the Crazy Knife - wasn't he struck by lightning and then fell unconscious? How did he suddenly appear in this cave now? The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Helpless, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

  "Ah! Now that I've got you, it's giving me a headache. How am I supposed to carry you around? Can't just lug you around the city all day, can I? Even if the cops don't catch me, people will think I'm an idiot!"

  Chen Peng's mind was like being drenched with a bucket of cold water, making him very depressed. He hadn't thought about how to put on the training uniform after taking off the Crazy Blade, which was a serious problem. "Hum!" Suddenly, the Crazy Blade shook violently in his hand, and Chen Peng inadvertently let it slip out of his grasp. The blade that had just left his hand flew around him in circles before slowly turning into two beams of red and blue light that shot into his right arm. Chen Peng was shocked by this sudden turn of events and fell to the ground. He put his right hand in front of him, looking at it again and again, unable to understand the Crazy Blade's sudden disappearance. This was too ridiculous! How could it just disappear without warning? Chen Peng was very conflicted.

  "Hey! Stinky Knife, come out quickly, where did you run off to?"

  Chen Pengpeng slapped his right hand loudly and shouted. He didn't believe that this knife really had the ability to stretch and shrink like Sun Wukong! But he couldn't help but believe it, the fact was right in front of him. "Humming~" A red and purple light shot out from his right arm, and the Crazy Knife instantly floated in front of Chen Pengpeng's eyes. Chen Pengpeng was stunned by this scene, the Crazy Knife really could understand his words, and it was actually hidden in his arm! All of this was just too unbelievable!