"Looks like this saber can be used for many more years …"
"… Uh, Master, this is the Nanming Li Fire Sword … not a saber." The demon at the side couldn't help but remind him.
"You're wrong. It's a saber, but it looks like a sword."
"A sword is actually a type of saber. It can be used interchangeably." Lu Sheng smiled. "Moreover, it's just a better disguise. I can see through its true nature at a glance. "
"But I'm really not a saber … I'm a sword …" The Nanming Li Fire Sword trembled and emitted a buzzing sound.
"A saber spirit that lost itself?" Lu Sheng shook his head slightly. "You just haven't recognized yourself."
"But since I was born, I've always remembered that I'm a sword …" The Sword Spirit still wanted to say something.
"That's all a lie!" Lu Sheng said decisively. "Actually, your true identity is a double-edged saber. Sword and whatnot are all used to deceive you."
"Is that so?" The Sword Spirit was a little hesitant.
"If that's the case, you should be glad that you met me and let me help you reveal your true identity!" Lu Sheng said casually.
"But I still feel that …"
"Your feeling is wrong. It's like a saber. It never thinks of itself as a weapon and always blames the person holding the saber for everything. But in fact, they are the weapons. Sabers are made to cut. They are the weapons. There's nothing more to say. "Lu Sheng raised his voice.
"So … I'm actually a saber …??" The Nanming Li Fire Sword was a little confused. It only had simple intelligence, and it was indeed confused by Lu Sheng's words.
Seeing this, Lu Sheng hurriedly increased the effect of his psychological guidance technique.
"Don't worry. I won't humiliate you. From now on, you're my, Lu Sheng's, most powerful saber! To help you recover, I'll call you by your name from now on. I'll help you change your name. "
He said seriously, "You're a peerless godly weapon passed down by the Vermilion Bird Clan. It's extremely powerful, and only the Vermilion Bird King can use it. In that case, from now on, you'll be called Vermilion King Saber. "
"Vermilion (Pig) King Saber …?"
The surrounding demons were speechless.
"Alright, let's leave it at that. Continue with the collection ritual. I need more demons, Great Demons with stronger cultivation bases," Lu Sheng said calmly.
He was trying to create Mental Energy. He was trying to create something that he had always relied on. From the very beginning, he was curious about this strange thing, or rather, energy. But he had never had the time to truly explore it.
But now, in this Primordial World, he had enough power and time to try and see if he could artificially create this special high-level energy.
Lu Sheng walked to the edge of the pool, reached out, and gently dipped his hand into the blood pool.
The viscous, rippling blood covered his index finger. A thick wave of Mental Energy was instantly transmitted into his body.
"Will it be a success or a failure? Let's wait and see." After absorbing all the Mental Energy inside, Lu Sheng retracted his hand, stood up, and left.
"Farewell, master."
The Demon Race guards bowed. A large number of tentacles surged out from their backs and worshipped Lu Sheng like octopuses.
As he walked out of the Demon God Palace, Lu Sheng took a deep breath.
He did not know if the millions of Mental Energy units he absorbed were newly created, or if they were originally in the bodies of these sacrificed demons.
However, when the blood pool was formed and the number of demon sacrifices was fixed, he would absorb all the Mental Energy in one go.
If Mental Energy could still be produced after that, it meant that artificial Mental Energy was possible.
"Crack."
Suddenly, Lu Sheng's expression changed.
A faint crack sounded in his mind. It was as if something had suddenly cracked.
He closed his eyes. He could feel that in his consciousness, a few of the weed-like parasites that could reach him at any time had suddenly disappeared.
'Was I discovered? Or … did an accident happen? 'Lu Sheng did not know. But it was fine. He had made all the necessary arrangements.
He raised his head and looked up. The golden sun was slowly emitting dazzling sunlight. Although it was slightly dimmer than before, it could still maintain its normal illumination.
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"It's this flame!"
In Baize Palace, Duan Fang's face was pale. He stared at the white powder in Baize's hand.
This powder seemed to be the ashes left behind after some kind of flame had burned it.
Baize frowned. He looked at Demon Master Kun Peng who was not far away. This thing was obtained from him.
He could not tell where it came from. But to Duan Fang's surprise, the owner of these flames had the same aura as the Yao Immortals who were being controlled.
In a corner of Baize Palace's great hall, there were a few strange-looking demon corpses lying around.
These were brought by Demon Master Kun Peng. He killed these strange demons. Although they were extremely powerful demon gods when they were alive, they could not fight back against the Demon Master.
"These fellows set up an ambush and tried to ambush me. When I discovered them, I killed them immediately. When I heard that you were ambushed as well, I sent them over to compare them to see if they were the same batch. I didn't expect … "
The Demon Master sneered.
"There's someone who's not afraid of death who dares to attack the demon gods of the demon court … They're courting death!"
"No … they're not courting death …" Baize shook his head slightly. "The Demon Master might not care if a few demon gods attacked him, but what if the number doubled?"
"So what? They're just chickens and dogs. "Kun Peng was as arrogant as ever.
"What if there were ten times more?" Baize asked again.
Kun Peng's expression changed slightly.
"That's impossible! The only factions in the world that can produce dozens of Golden Immortals are the demon court and the witch race! "
"Nothing is impossible." Bai Ze got his answer. Even ants could kill a giant elephant if there were enough of them. Moreover, these were not ants, but genuine Demon Immortals.
Even Kun Peng would not be able to handle dozens of them at once.
"This is not a battle of attrition. If dozens of demon gods join forces and combine their strength with the formation, it would be difficult for us to fight them head-on no matter how strong we are. Even quasi-sages would not be able to fight them head-on," Baize explained calmly as if he was narrating a fact.
"So what? What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say that the person controlling everything behind the scenes can mobilize such great power? "Demon Master Kun Peng said coldly.
"Although I don't want to admit it, the truth is as you guessed. That guy can indeed mobilize so much power, "Baize said calmly.
"Ridiculous!" Kun Peng did not believe him at all. "Bai Ze, have you lost your mind from all the investigations recently? What's the point of saying such stupid things other than making people laugh at you? "
"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble." Duan Fang, who had been silent all this while, suddenly reached out and picked up the white powder.
"I can follow the aura of this flame and find its owner."
Bai Ze and Kun Peng were stunned.
"Are you sure?" Bai Ze's eyes widened slightly.
Duan Fang nodded and said solemnly.
"Absolutely!"
"Then let's do it!" Kun Peng sneered. "I want to see what kind of monster can control a demon god!"
"Move as fast as possible. We have to find him before he can react!" Bai Ze nodded in agreement.
"Alright!" Duan Fang nodded fiercely. "I can feel that the aura is very close. If I'm not wrong … "
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Clang clang clang clang!
A burst of urgent zither music came from a side hall of the Vermillion Bird Palace. It was as if metal and metal were clashing.
Little Ning lowered her head and focused on playing the pipa.
Yu Xuan was lying on her side on a wooden couch, and a girl was massaging her head.
The rest of the clan members sat on the two sides, listening to the music and eating delicious immortal fruits. From time to time, some people would stand up and chase each other. The atmosphere was very lively.
The Vermilion Bird Clan held a rare banquet.
Lu Sheng sat in the middle of the left side with his legs crossed. He was holding a jug of immortal wine and slowly pouring himself a cup.
"Bam!"
Suddenly, a huge tremor came from the palace in the distance.
The banquet paused for a moment. Little Ning looked up at Yu Xuan, asking with her eyes if she wanted to continue.
"Maybe the array formation in one of the Demon God Palaces was damaged. It's okay, continue." A trace of doubt flashed across Yu Xuan's eyes, but she quickly comforted her.
The music continued to play.
"Bam!"
Suddenly, the palace gate was smashed open by a huge force. A group of demons surrounded by powerful demon powers strode into the palace.
They were more or less surrounded by primordial spirit auras. They were all extremely powerful demon gods.
Duanfang and Bai Ze were walking in front of the group. And the Demon Master Kunpeng.
Following behind them were the new demon gods that the Demon Court had recruited from the lower realms during this period of time. They hadn't been able to recruit them before because they didn't have the resources. Now that they were in urgent need of combat power, they didn't care so much.
"Where?" Bai Ze looked at Duanfang.
Duanfang sniffed and swept his gaze across the stunned Vermilion Bird Clan members. Soon, his gaze stopped on Lu Sheng.
Noticing Duanfang's gaze, Bai Ze also stared at Lu Sheng, who was holding a cup of wine in his hand.
"May I ask …" Yu Xuan stood up from the wooden couch. When she saw the primordial spirit auras surrounding them, her expression became very serious.
"Yu Xuan greets the Demon Master, Senior Bai Ze, and fellow demon gods." She quickly walked down the platform and bowed respectfully to Kunpeng.
"Yingzhao, did you kill him?" Bai Ze completely ignored her. Instead, he stared straight at Lu Sheng. He took a step forward and spoke in a cold voice.
The information contained in this question made Yu Xuan's expression change. The Vermilion Bird Clan members covered their mouths and exclaimed.
Yingzhao's death had not been made public. It had been hidden from everyone, but now Bai Ze had said it in front of everyone.
Suddenly, everyone remembered that they hadn't heard any orders from the Yingzhao Chief Steward for a while.
Following Bai Ze's gaze, Yu Xuan's attention fell on Lu Sheng, who was sitting down.
The pipa in Xiao Ning's hand fell to the ground. Her pretty little face turned pale with fright, and her whole body trembled slightly.
It wasn't just them. All the members of the Vermilion Bird Clan who had attended the banquet had their gazes focused on Lu Sheng. They had always had a good impression of this handsome and gentle fellow from the Lower Worlds.
But they didn't know why he had been dragged into such trouble.
"Seniors, is there some kind of misunderstanding …" Yu Xuan couldn't help but explain.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ze and the other demon gods didn't even look at her. They just stared straight at Lu Sheng, who was still sitting there.
It was completely different from the shock, surprise, and astonishment around them.
Lu Sheng held a cup of wine. When he heard this, the shock on his face slowly subsided.
"I didn't expect you to act so quickly." He drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.
He preferred this kind of fruit juice with the taste of wine, rather than pure wine or alcohol of high quality.
Although the demon race called this wine wine, he insisted on calling it fruit juice.
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