The mark in Lu Yang’s palm read “one”, while the mark in Gu Zha’s palm read “eighty-seven”. After Lu Yang killed Gu Zha, the mark changed to “eighty-eight”.

“Is this the infamous demonic sword? All its previous owners were killed by it, with Gu Zha being the only temporary exception?”

It was clear that Gu Zha had no sense of morality, carelessly discarding things. It was Lu Yang who picked them up.

The demonic sword was dark red, its hilt seemed to be made from the horn of some giant beast. At the junction of the hilt and the blade, a deep red gem was embedded, resembling an eye.

Apart from its peculiar shape, Lu Yang didn’t find anything special about it.

“Hmm, this sword is interesting. The hilt is made from the horn of a Flood Dragon, the blade from refined steel, and the dark red gem is actually the eye of a beast called ‘Fei’.”

Fei, a powerful beast living in the wilderness, had a body like a bull, a white head, a single eye, and a snake-like tail.

The Immortal Maiden finally played her role as a guide, introducing the peculiarities of the sword to Lu Yang.

“The material of this sword is excellent. If forged properly, it can develop spirituality. However, the skill of the blacksmith was not up to par, only forging a shell without imbuing the sword with spirituality.”

“Even as a shell, it’s a rare treasure.”

“This sword inherently craves spirituality, hence its bloodthirsty nature. The more it kills, the more likely it is to develop spirituality.”

“How do I claim ownership?”

“Just drop your blood on it,” the Immortal Maiden advised, “But I don’t recommend you do that. This sword is insatiable. Once you become its master, the more blood you feed it, the more it will want to devour you. But if you don’t feed it blood, it will still want to devour you.”

In ancient times, there were similar treasures. The Immortal Maiden had seen many self-proclaimed geniuses who thought they were special and could tame such treasures. In the end, only a few succeeded.

“I see.” Lu Yang finally understood why the previous owners of the demonic sword were killed by it. This sword never intended to let its master live. “It’s quite an interesting sword.”

“The reason Gu Zha wasn’t devoured by the demonic sword was simply because he didn’t possess it for long enough.”

Lu Yang then asked, “If the demonic sword develops spirituality, what would its quality be?”

The Immortal Maiden disdainfully replied, “It wouldn’t even be good enough to be my footstool.”

Lu Yang nodded, it seemed the quality of the demonic sword wasn’t that great.

The eldest sister had been silent all along, quietly reading her book.

She believed that with the abilities of Lu Yang and the others, it wouldn’t be difficult to win this competition.

While they were talking, the mark in Lu Yang’s palm changed again, jumping from “eighty-eight” to “one hundred and thirty-one”.

The Drunken Monk was the focus of everyone’s attention and didn’t manage to grab the ginseng fruit. Two somewhat famous Foundation Establishment cultivators managed to grab it, but they were all poisoned to death.

The other two ginseng fruits were also coated with deadly poison. Lu Yang was too far away to sense the state of the ginseng fruit avatars.

Lu Yang dispelled his avatar state and returned to his original height.

He put the demonic sword into his storage ring and started looking for his next target.

The storage ring was a temporary preparation. After all, it would be too arrogant to use the identity jade of the Seek Tao Sect as a storage ring on the territory of the Immortal Sect.

“Hmm? Whose blood is this?” Lu Yang noticed a few drops of fresh blood not far away, as if someone had been injured and left them while fleeing.

“Let’s follow and see.”

After being injured, one’s combat power would inevitably decrease. This was a chance to score.

As Lu Yang had guessed, as he got closer to the injured person, the bloodstains became more obvious, from a few drops to a puddle. It was clear that the person was seriously injured.

Finally, Lu Yang saw the injured person – it was the Drunken Monk!

At this moment, the Drunken Monk had his large hand around someone’s neck. With a snap, the person’s neck was broken.

“Another one lured into my trap.” The Drunken Monk revealed a cruel smile.

During the battle for the ginseng fruit, he pretended to be defeated and fled with injuries, luring several competitors to chase him, and then killed them one by one.

“Who can blame me for being so notorious? If I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t be able to find anyone.” The Drunken Monk explained with a smile.

As one of the three most outstanding seed players, others would run away as soon as they saw him, leaving him no chance to fight.

It was better to show a flaw and lure the fish onto the hook.

The Drunken Monk let out a light exclamation, “You look familiar, but never mind, whoever you are, consider yourself unlucky to have met me!”

The reason he found Lu Yang familiar was that the ginseng fruit and Lu Yang looked very similar, like father and son, but the Drunken Monk didn’t make the connection at the time.

The Drunken Monk clenched his fist, his muscles tensed, and the bleeding wound immediately healed. He took out his golden bowl, ready to capture Lu Yang.

Lu Yang silently took out the demonic sword from his storage ring, squatted on the ground, and touched the blood left by the Drunken Monk.

The demonic sword immediately recognized the Drunken Monk as its master.

The sword floated in the air and, with a hiss, stabbed towards the Drunken Monk.

Perhaps the demonic sword had never seen such a generous master before and wanted to give him a warm hug – with its blade.

The Drunken Monk was taken aback. Where did the demonic sword come from? Why was it stabbing him?

The golden bowl that had been following the Drunken Monk for a long time was pierced directly, and the Drunken Monk struggled to fight.

Lu Yang tutted from the side, “This level doesn’t seem like someone who would be noticed by the Hanging Temple, does it?”

As the sect with the fewest people among the five major sects, the Hanging Temple only accepted disciples with exceptional talents. With the Drunken Monk’s talent, he could barely serve as a handyman for the Hanging Temple.

“The Hanging Temple claims that everyone has a chance to enter. Naturally, I also have a chance to enter the Hanging Temple. It’s just that I gave up this opportunity!” The Drunken Monk said while fighting.

“…You really know how to flatter yourself.”

The Drunken Monk was useless, unable to defeat the demonic sword, and was stabbed through the heart by the sword in one go.

The demonic sword was once again without a master.

“Poor thing, its new master is gone just like that.”Lu Yang picked up the demonic sword and set off again.

“Blood Floods the Underworld!” Someone had set their sights on Lu Yang and launched a sneak attack!

A bloody ocean surged towards Lu Yang, carrying a stench of blood that was unmistakable.

Lu Yang remained calm and drew out the demonic sword again. As someone with a sword spiritual root, he had a natural affinity for swords and blades, and understanding the sword technique was not difficult for him.

He executed the sword technique he had just created.

“Master Recognition Sword Technique!”

The demonic sword cleaved through the bloody ocean, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood, flashing with a strange red light, and once again killed the person who had attacked Lu Yang.

“Surging Blood Palm!”

“Master Recognition Sword Technique!”

“Blood Skeleton!”

“Master Recognition Sword Technique!”

As expected of the demonic sect, the spells they learned were either related to fierce ghosts and skeletons or to fresh blood and lost souls, which were very suitable for the demonic sword to choose its master.

With the Master Recognition Sword Technique, Lu Yang was invincible in the world.

Unfortunately, the masters of the demonic sword were all short-lived ghosts, who were backlash and died within three seconds.

Lu Yang shook his head regretfully. He just wanted to find a master for the demonic sword, why was it so difficult?

“Such a good treasure, you guys are not destined to enjoy it.”

More and more people became aware of Lu Yang’s existence. Now the outside world was spreading that Lu Yang had become the master of the demonic sword, killing people at will, even more ferocious than Gu Zha.

Some people also recognized that Lu Yang looked very similar to the ginseng fruit, and thinking of the people who were poisoned to death, they guessed that the ginseng fruit was a scam.

In the dense forest, after the demonic sword habitually killed a master, Lu Yang ran into Meng Jingzhou.

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang, grinding his teeth.

“You’re really good, disguising yourself as a ginseng fruit and deceiving everyone!”

(End of the chapter)