Chapter 11: Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sword

  In Wu Hua Town, in a certain room of the Ju Yuan Inn, Ye Fei had just sent away his partner and paid another day's rent. After eating a bowl of hot noodles, he sat on a chair thinking about something.

  After a brief moment, Ye Fei patted the storage bag at his waist, and with a flash of black light, a pitch-black long sword appeared in his hand. Due to its excessive weight, the sword tip tilted downwards, striking the ground with a loud crash, and sank half a foot deep into the green bricks.

  "What a sharp and fine sword, but it's just too heavy. Now I can't control it at all." After saying that, Ye Fei began to carefully examine this strange black longsword.

  This sword is about three feet long, with a blade width of about half a foot. On the surface, there are strange blood-red spiritual patterns carved, and at the back end of the hilt, there are nine skull decorations the size of fingernails in grayish white color, emitting a faint glow.

  "Huh?" Suddenly, Ye Fei discovered that on the hilt of the sword, two small black characters were engraved. Because they were the same black color as the body of the sword, they were extremely easy to overlook.

  "What's 'Yu Ming'? " Ye Fei muttered to himself, somewhat perplexed. A moment later, he flipped the sword over and examined the other side of the hilt carefully.

  "Sure enough there are words, Soul Devouring? What does this mean?" Ye Fei muttered to himself with narrowed eyes.

  After a moment of contemplation, Ye Fei muttered these words repeatedly in his mouth, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Yu Ming Xi Hun Sword? That's right, this should be the name of this sword, but now with low magical power, it can't be used at all.

  Otherwise, I'm afraid it would be like Wan Qi, who was counter-attacked and didn't even have the strength to fight back. The enemy wasn't hurt, but he himself suffered a serious injury. Alas, what a pity."

  He paused for a moment, and Ye Fei's worried expression disappeared, replaced by a flash of joy. He nodded and said: "However, the power of this Yu Ming Xiao Hun Sword is extremely terrifying, but I don't know what level it is. It's probably even more powerful than the treasured sword Father used, heh heh, looks like I've picked up a treasure."

  After a brief moment of hesitation, Ye Fei suddenly made a hand seal with one hand, muttered some words to himself, and with a whoosh, a spell shot out and entered the black long sword.

  For a long time, the Yu Ming Xi Hun sword had no reaction at all, and Ye Fei couldn't help but feel some disappointment. "Can't even refine it? Do I need to offer blood to acknowledge its master?" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly stretched out his index finger to wipe against the sharp blade.

  Ye Fei had heard from his father since he was a child that some special high-grade treasures could not be refined and must be recognized by dripping blood. As long as the treasure acknowledged its master, it could be controlled with ease.

  With a flash, a crimson color flowed out from the index finger, and the sharp blade of the sword cut through Ye Fei's index finger, creating an injury. Fresh blood immediately flowed out and dripped onto the black sword.

  Ye Fei stared intently at the black sword, even forgetting the pain of his own wound. His breathing became slightly tense, but after a moment, he was disappointed again. Fresh blood rolled down the long sword, showing no signs of being absorbed.

  Seeing this, Ye Fei shook his head somewhat helplessly and put away the long sword into the storage bag. Since it was impossible to refine and acknowledge the master, continuing to study would be futile, he thought.

  He thought for a moment, his hand touched the collar of his clothes, and a cool feeling seeped out. It was that mysterious necklace. Ye Fei took it out and held it in his hand.

  As for this mysterious necklace, Ye Fei has always been full of curiosity and suspicion about that strange dream, wondering whether it was true or false. If it were true, how could he still wake up? But if it were false, why would the necklace be on his body?

  With all sorts of doubts, Ye Fei repeatedly studied this chain during his time at Qian Duan Cliff. Although it was possible to turn invisible in dreams, when he woke up, it had no function at all, and he could only feel a faint coolness.

  He had tried burning it with fire, soaking it in water, and even using his own Yuan Guang sword to infuse it with spiritual energy, but none of these methods could damage the chain in the slightest, nor could they refine it. Today was a good opportunity for Ye Fei to try cutting his hand open and see if he could use blood to acknowledge its master.

  With that, he pointed his index finger at the blue gemstone in the middle of the necklace. With a surge of magical power, a drop of fresh blood fell onto the gemstone, and Ye Fei gazed intently at the drop of blood.

  After a long time, the blood didn't drip down, nor was it absorbed by the necklace. Ye Fei felt disappointed again and casually threw the necklace onto the wooden table beside him, while he himself fell into deep thought.

  Originally got this necklace, Ye Fei wanted to tell his parents and see if they knew the answer, but when his father got angry, Ye Fei didn't dare say anything.

  Later, due to various changes, there was no one that Ye Fei could trust, so this matter had been buried in his heart. Although it is now impossible to know the answer, he felt deep down that the necklace he got in his dream must be extraordinary.

  There's also the island of Makai, and that nine-colored whirlpool that gives off a familiar feeling, etched in Yifei's mind as if it had really happened. He can't help but feel that he seems to have been to that place before, or rather, will meet again someday.

  So, Ye Fei didn't plan to mention the necklace to anyone. Although his parents had always forbidden him from going out and he didn't have much worldly experience, he still had a mind that was wary of others.

  At this time, Ye Fei couldn't help but recall the times at home when his father told him that he had been injured since birth, and his mother's cultivation realm had also fallen in order to keep him safe.

  But himself was thus meridian damage, can't build base, life only has short eighteen years, parents let oneself cultivate, also is hopes to increase a little life, but later big uncle said, not enter stage build base period, eighteen years old difficult avoid one death.

  Fortunately, Ye Xing had a cheerful personality and didn't take the matter to heart. He lived a colorful life, watching his father climb mountains to collect medicine. Ye Fei couldn't bear it, so he often went with Er Huazi from the neighboring family to steal medicinal herbs from the town's medicinal garden.

  And so he was severely punished by the old man Xu who guarded the medicine garden, so Ye Fei had always remembered to hate in his heart and wanted to find an opportunity to teach that old man a lesson.

  Various experiences have made Ye Feng's personality extremely strong and determined. He has been diligently cultivating himself, vowing to reach the Foundation Establishment stage before the age of 18, break free from his predetermined lifespan of only 18 years, and obtain the life he desires, just like his father, becoming a hero respected by all, even standing at the pinnacle of humanity.

  Thinking of this, the young man furrowed his brow, gazing through the half-covered window at the vast sky. A hint of determination flickered in his eyes, which seemed to hold a mix of pride and desolation.

  Little did he know, what a brilliant road lay ahead for this young man?

  At this moment, nobody noticed that the necklace on the wooden table flashed a faint ray of light. The drop of blood from Ye Fei was slowly absorbed by the blue gemstone.

  In Wuhua Town, at the entrance of a certain inn, two figures flashed out, both with gloomy faces.

  "Wan Feng, you don't even know where this person is, and yet you've had me wandering around with you for half a day, almost turning over every stone in the guesthouses of Wu Hua Town. Are we going to keep searching like this?" At this time, a young man dressed in gray clothes spoke up somewhat impatiently.

  Upon hearing this, the young man known as Wan Feng, a purple bamboo youth, let out a bitter laugh and hastily pulled the youth away from the inn, saying: "This kid is probably alone and inexperienced in worldly affairs, he should be staying at an inn. Don't worry, I think we'll find him soon."

  "Hmph, I'm Hu Shuang, but I don't have that much free time to play with you. If we can't find the last one, I'll leave first. You can come find me after you've found the person." Hu Shuang said somewhat irritably.

  Having heard such words, Wan Feng couldn't help but feel a bit anxious and said: "Alright, if we still can't find it in the last house, then this kid is just lucky, humph." After finishing speaking, the young man couldn't help but think of his own black sword and felt some heartache.

  The two of them grumbled as they walked along the street.

  After about half an hour, Wan Qi's eyes lit up and he pointed to a hotel saying: "There is the Gathering Fate Inn, let's go in and take a look."

  "Let's make it clear, this is the last one." After entering and exiting over a dozen inns, Hu Shuang almost didn't hold any hope. He said so.

  As soon as they entered, a young man in his twenties walked up to them, smiled and nodded: "Welcome, gentlemen. Please come inside." After finishing speaking, the shop assistant put an oilcloth on his shoulder and made a welcoming gesture towards the house.

  "No need, you here, did a young man in white clothes come yesterday?" At this time, Hu Shuang's face flashed with a fierce aura and said, his eyes staring tightly at the partner.

  When he heard this, the shop assistant was taken aback at first. With his many years of experience in observing people's words and expressions, he immediately saw that these two men had a vicious and sinister look about them, not like they were here to stay at the hotel and eat, but rather like they were here seeking revenge.

  Thinking of this, the fellow's face slightly smiled and hastily said: "You two young men, this store is bustling with people coming and going, I really haven't remembered having such a person."

  Although this fellow swindled Ye Fei out of some money, he only did it for the sake of greed and never intended to cause anyone's death. Moreover, if a fight were to break out in his own inn, it would be difficult to clean up the mess, and the owner might even have to take responsibility himself.

  "Think carefully, if you can provide us with a clue, this silver is yours." After glancing at his partner, Wan Feng took out some loose silver and suddenly produced a painting in his hand.

  On the painting was a young man in white clothes. Although it was a bit blurry, his companion still recognized him as Ye Fei, who had arrived at the inn yesterday.

  He glanced at the silver in Wan Feng's hand, and his companion swallowed hard, saying softly: "This person, really has no impression, should not have come before."

  This fellow is not a fool either. Even if he gave the silver to himself, in the end it would still be taken away by the boss. Moreover, this fellow really didn't think of helping these two wicked people.

  Upon hearing this, Hu Shuang and the others couldn't help but reveal their disappointed expressions once again. Just as everyone was deep in thought, a young man's voice suddenly came from the second floor.

  "Hey, bring me another bowl of hot noodles, and I'll go out for a bit first." As soon as the voice fell, a young man in white clothes slowly walked down from the second floor.

  Seeing this, the partner's face changed, while Wan Feng saw the young man, first with a joyful color on his face, and then, a thread of anger appeared in his eyes. The corner of his mouth raised an evil arc. (End of chapter)

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