Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 382: 382. Is it your sword that insists on playing with me?

Chapter 382: 382. Is it your sword that insists on playing with me?

Luo Jingsong was afraid Fang Zhou would fall into a trap, so he quickly said, “Brother Fang, don’t be deceived. He’s stalling for time; they have reinforcements.”

Fang Zhou expanded his perception a bit and discovered that after Xu Xian broke through the wall, she had secretly slipped away and was trying to escape the manor.

But she won’t get away; Fang Zhou’s Xuanyuan Sword was stealthily following her in the air.

He gave Luo Jingsong and the others a reassuring glance, then turned to Li Yuanming and said, “Sorry, I still have unfinished business with your wife, so I can’t play with you.”

Li Yuanming’s mouth twitched slightly. How infuriating this man’s words were.

He knew he couldn’t make Fang Zhou submit through words alone, so he had to rely on his true skills.

Taking a deep breath, Li Yuanming suddenly shouted, “Sword, come!!”

Accompanied by the sharp sound of a sword, a flash of cold light broke through the wall and headed straight towards Li Yuanming.

Li Yuanming reached out to catch it, skillfully twirling the sword, filling the room with light, a coldness permeating the air.

Standing with his sword, his entire demeanor changed. Previously, he was a renowned hermit with an otherworldly presence; now he was a Sword Dao master with a sharp and fierce aura.

“Wife? Ha ha, this is my true wife!”

Li Yuanming gently caressed the treasure sword in his hand, his eyes filled with nostalgia. “After my reclusion, I sealed this sword away, never expecting to see it again.”

Fang Zhou’s expression turned peculiar, “This is your wife? Are you sure you want to use her in front of me?”

Swish!

Li Yuanming pointed his sword at Fang Zhou and said coldly, “Don’t be too arrogant. When I roamed the Cultivation World, you ignorant juniors weren’t even born yet!”

“Brother Fang, be careful!”

Shen Hao quickly warned Fang Zhou, “Zhuang Hongyu wasn’t lying, this old thief Li is really strong.”

Taking advantage of Fang Zhou’s distraction by Shen Hao, a fierce gleam flashed in Li Yuanming’s eyes. He channeled spiritual energy into his treasure sword and leaped at Fang Zhou.

Under the infusion of spiritual energy, the treasure sword emitted a dazzling white light. With one stab, it transformed into hundreds and thousands of sword shadows, like a dense forest of flourishing bamboo, enveloping Fang Zhou.

Luo Jingsong and the others felt the fierce sword intent sweeping towards them, causing their skin to tingle slightly with pain.

Facing Li Yuanming’s fierce assault, Fang Zhou did not summon back the Xuanyuan Sword. Instead, he used the Sword Control Technique to execute “Husband’s Current Offense.”

After advancing to the Innate level, all of Fang Zhou’s self-created moves were strengthened, and “Husband’s Current Offense” was no exception.

If you dare use a sword in front of me, be prepared for your beloved sword to stab you in the back.

After performing the Sword Control Technique, Fang Zhou could clearly sense the connection between Li Yuanming and his treasure sword.

Ruthlessly, he severed their connection and took control of the treasure sword.

Just as Li Yuanming was thrusting his sword forward, he suddenly felt the sword in his hand, once as intimate as a wife, become unfamiliar. It slipped from his grasp and flew into the sky.

All the fierce sword qi and shadows in the room vanished. Li Yuanming maintained his stance, but the sword in his hand was already up in the air.

Li Yuanming raised his head, dumbfounded, exclaiming in bewilderment, “What is happening?!”

With a light tap of his toe, he leaped into the air, chasing after the treasure sword to regain it.

The treasure sword agilely dodged directly out of reach.

Li Yuanming persisted in his pursuit, while the treasure sword kept evading. One man and one sword played a game of hide and seek in the room.

Luo Jingsong and the others were dumbstruck, finding the scene beyond their comprehension.

After a while, gasping for breath from the chase, Li Yuanming looked at his evasive treasure sword and, suddenly overwhelmed by grief, shouted in despair, “We’ve been together for decades, are you also going to abandon me?”

His voice was filled with the pain and desolation of abandonment and betrayal, heartrending to those who listened.

Fang Zhou chuckled at this and intensified his control, turning the sword to chase Li Yuanming.

Li Yuanming was heartbroken, never imagining that the treasured sword he’d regarded as a wife would betray him and now even try to stab him in the back.

Despite his sorrow, he had to run. Li Yuanming was chased in a frenzy by his treasure sword, unable to retaliate forcefully, fearing he’d damage it.

It was like facing a woman who’d betrayed him but not daring to raise his voice, for fear of upsetting her.

As Fang Zhou was having a blast, suddenly another panicked voice called out, “Yingchen, come back!”

Fang Zhou: ◔‸◔?

That voice sounded familiar?

Luo Jingsong and Shen Hao looked at Gou Cheng in surprise, while Gou Cheng wore a panicked expression, staring at his own sword.

His Spirit Sword, which had been lying off to the side, now joined Li Yuanming’s treasure sword in chasing him.

Gou Cheng sensed his connection with the Yingchen Sword had been brutally severed. Though he could still feel its presence, it wouldn’t respond no matter how he called.

Unable to help himself, Gou Cheng shouted out, like calling the name of a girlfriend who suddenly jumped into a stranger’s luxury car.

“Brother Fang, why can you control my sword?”

Finding his calls to his sword unanswered, Gou Cheng immediately turned his questioning gaze towards Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou looked embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to play with your sword; your sword wanted to play with me on its own.”

He wasn’t lying. The Sword Control Technique was only meant to control Li Yuanming’s treasure sword. Unexpectedly, Gou Cheng’s Spirit Sword responded on its own.

Gou Cheng: (＃°Д°)

Don’t make it sound like my sword is a shameless sword, okay?

The Yingchen Sword is exceptionally aloof, indifferent to anyone, truly a goddess of swords.

Gou Cheng had spent years adoringly currying favor to earn its recognition, so how could it casually run off with a stranger?

Incidentally, for the core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Spirit Swords are bestowed by the Master; they don’t need to go to Sword Burial Mountain to scavenge like ordinary disciples, a bit of reality.

Feeling Gou Cheng’s resentful gaze, Fang Zhou quickly waved, “I’m giving it back, it’s just a game, you stingy person.”

Under Fang Zhou’s control, the Yingchen Sword flew back, landing with a plop in front of Gou Cheng.

Looking at his beloved Spirit Sword, Gou Cheng was speechless.

It was like seeing your girlfriend being toyed with by the owner of a luxury car and then tossed back. At this moment, his heart was overgrown with wild emotions.

Fang Zhou coughed, “Your sword seems a bit reluctant to leave me.”

Gou Cheng glared at Fang Zhou, this can’t be true!!

But just as Fang Zhou finished speaking, the Yingchen Sword shimmered and made a soft sword sound, as if inviting Fang Zhou to “come play anytime”!

Gou Cheng: (°□°;)

Suddenly, his heart felt as if it had suffered a massive blow.

Fang Zhou dared not speak further. After all, toying with Gou Cheng’s sword right in front of him and taunting him was not in line with his honest and kind persona.

If he continued, he feared Gou Cheng might crack and draw his sword against him.