Published: March 8, 2025
Ye Zui smacked his lips, closed his eyes to sense, and said, “There is indeed the flavor of the divine dragon… however… you have already digested it all, so it’s useless… what a pity.”
He smacked his lips again.
From his expression, it was clear that if there was still divine dragon power in Chu Yang’s body, he wouldn’t mind swallowing him whole.
Chu Yang felt a chill run down his spine: this guy really dares to eat people! He hurriedly took out medicine to apply on the bite mark, cursing the Sword Spirit endlessly in his heart.
The Sword Spirit looked innocent: “How can he believe it without taking a bite?”
Chu Yang angrily said, “But where would I have the flavor of the divine dragon on me?”
The Sword Spirit replied blankly, “You have the gift of Ao Xieyun on you.”
Chu Yang was left speechless.
Ye Zui's eyes turned red with jealousy: “Why doesn’t such good fortune fall on me? Being hunted down is no easy task! If I casually wandered around the territories of various families and killed a few important people, wouldn’t that lead to an endless pursuit? Sigh…”
Chu Yang forced a smile and said, “It’s merely luck.”
“That’s just outrageous luck!” Ye Zui shouted angrily.
It seemed he was still brooding over the fact that such luck hadn’t fallen on him.
“In fact, I should really thank this stroke of luck for changing me; without it, I’d just be a useless person…” Chu Yang continued to act according to the Sword Spirit's script, full of emotion: “You have no idea, before this, I was stuck at the martial sect level, and everyone said that I would only reach this level in my lifetime…”
Sure enough, after hearing this, Ye Zui’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he examined Chu Yang carefully before breaking into a smile. He chuckled, “So you were once a waste too…”
“Yeah, yeah… Could it be you were too?” Chu Yang seized the opportunity.
Ye Zui's expression darkened.
His eyes gleamed with a malicious light as he slowly said, “That is a disgrace I will never forget in my life…”
Chu Yang sighed deeply: “Everyone has their own hardships… sigh.”
This sigh further resonated with Ye Zui’s feelings of shared suffering. Just then, the figure in gray robes on the mountaintop also sighed deeply, his eyes revealing an interested expression, seemingly quite intrigued by Ye Zui’s story. He then raised a hand, and a faint spiritual consciousness floated down…
“However, I can’t tell you about my hardships. It’s just too painful to look back on; originally, I was also a waste… haha… As for how I became stronger, I can’t tell you even if I die.” Ye Zui was tight-lipped.
Chu Yang felt somewhat disappointed, thinking: It seems I still can’t pry it out of him…
In the nine calamity space, the Sword Spirit also sighed in disappointment.
Suddenly, Ye Zui sighed again, then suddenly changed his tone, saying, “But… it’s fine to talk about it; after today, you and I will be strangers anyway. It won’t hurt to share it with you.”
Chu Yang was taken aback.
Why did he change his mind again?
Just a moment ago, he said: I can’t tell you even if I die, and the next moment, he was saying: it’s fine to share…
What the heck, does this eldest young master Ye have a mental issue? Such contradictory words really came out of his mouth.
Ye Zui gritted his teeth and said, “When I was born, I was called a genius with smooth meridians; as a child, I had an interest in swordsmanship. I advanced rapidly, and by the age of fifteen, I had already become the sword king! In the entire Nine Heavens, I was one of a kind.”
“My family made me the eldest young master, hoping I would bring glory to the Ye Family. I was also full of ambition.”
“But after fifteen, no matter how I cultivated, I found I couldn’t make any progress! I once practiced swordsmanship for half a month without eating or drinking, and when I was tired, I would cut myself a few times…”
“But it was all in vain!”