Shennong Dao Master-Chapter 1271 - 4: Thunder Sword, Earth Realm Boat, Dream Palace!

Zhao Xing said, "Why not just follow her requirements?"

Although the conditions for self-sacrifice are harsh, Zhao Xing believed that many sword Daoists would be willing to sacrifice their own happiness for this Divine Sword.

"Grand Minister of Agriculture, as I said earlier, what this female Sword Spirit claims are mere illusions," Yang Jin said seriously, "We did select volunteers for the experiment, and initially, they indeed unleashed the power of the Divine Sword."

"However, it wasn't long before they gradually went mad, and their essence and blood were drained. Had it not been discovered in time, they might have been entirely drained."

"It truly is a harmful sword," Zhao Xing nodded, "Has the Luo Hou King ever tried it?"

The Luo Hou King is genuinely a transcendent being, how would he fare in wielding this sword?

Yang Jin shook his head, "Even if the Luo Hou King can suppress this unparalleled treasure, he can't fully wield its power."

"Moreover, the Luo Hou King is accustomed to using arrows. When the Yang Jue Sword is suppressed, its only advantage is its hardness; otherwise, it's not even better than a Treasure-level Divine Weapon."

Zhao Xing also understood that using it was impossible, destroying it would be a pity, and retaining it as an unparalleled treasure without paying a price for its use had become Yang Jin's main problem to tackle.

"What kind of deep animosity is this, was it because the female swordsmith was betrayed by a lover?"

Hearing such requirements, Zhao Xing naturally imagined a melodramatic love drama.

He squinted his eyes, seeing through the sword's body.

Inside the sword, the female Sword Spirit, dressed in a striking red robe, also looked back at him.

She smiled charmingly and licked her scarlet lips with her forefinger.

Then she followed through, revealing her fragrant shoulder, her right hand moving downward, making a bewitching sound of panting.

"Hmph, a petty trick!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly, and the Life Soul in the Three Gods Fate Palace immediately opened its eyes.

With a flash of golden light, a soul spear pierced towards the Yang Jue Sword.

"Ah——"

This time, the female Sword Spirit truly screamed miserably.

She clutched her head and knelt on the ground, her red dress disappearing, the enchantment gone, her face full of pain.

Seeing this, Zhao Xing discovered that the woman was covered in wounds, with two terrifying scars on her face and chest.

Zhao Xing attempted to converse with her, "Why set such harsh rules?"

"Huff, huff~" The female Sword Spirit, hair disheveled, didn't reply, only staring coldly and smiling at Zhao Xing.

Smile?

Mr. Zhao wouldn't indulge her.

"Clang!"

The Soul-devouring Spear pierced the Yang Jue Sword again.

"Ah——"

The Sword Spirit emitted another piercing scream.

Zhao Xing tried twice, finding that with his attacks, the Yang Jue Sword indeed underwent some changes.

If this Sword Spirit died, the Yang Jue Sword would die as well, becoming just an ordinary treasure.

"Can we extract her? Forget it, it would be pointless; if she leaves the sword, the effect would be the same."

"Better leave it to Yang Jin and his team for study."

Zhao Xing did not linger long and continued wandering around.

Within the Divine Weapon Hall, those with defined value almost all had restrictions that were hard to accept.

Besides the Yang Jue Sword, Zhao Xing saw Divine Weapons in shapes of blades, spears, shields, daggers, and more.

Some exuded heavy Evil Qi, causing users to be overwhelmed, making it difficult to manage even for those in the Fate Palace Realm.

If one were in the Rule Realm, there'd be no need to use such a Treasure-level Divine Weapon.

Some lacked a certain heritage, like a Treasure-level sword named 'Ghost Soul Sword' crafted by the Ancient Divine Sect Netherworld God Sect, requiring the Netherworld God Sect's mental method to control.

But since the Netherworld God Sect has become extinct, where could the core mental method be found?

"Forging Masters set strange requirements for certain Divine Weapons, breaking them requires someone like Yang Jin."

"Forcibly breaking them would damage their quality," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

The other half held undefined value yet showcased Divine Artifact traits in some aspects.

Zhao Xing looked around, finding this part wasn't small in quantity.

For instance, the black sword he held, its body pitch black, caused a slight numbing sensation upon touch.

"Lord Yang, what's the story behind this sword?"

"We've tested it many times and found that aside from its hardness, it has no other traits."

Zhao Xing asked, "It's indestructible; logically, this is an unparalleled treasure."

Yang Jin was also puzzled, "Indeed, having such a trait is rare. But it doesn't conduct spiritual energy, making it unusable for a Beast Tamer."

"Sword users are usually from the Sword Sect, and if energy can't be transmitted, Sword Qi can't be released, and [Sword Qi] is an essential attack method for Sword Sect warriors."

"With Sword Qi like a rainbow, it enlarges the range of sword moves."

"Without conducting energy, it similarly can't be controlled by the sword, and must be held manually."

Zhao Xing attempted, discovering that after infusing it with energy, it was like a stone sinking in water, indeed unable to be lifted.

Energy control, whether by Spell or Martial Technique, couldn't make it fly as long as the essence was spiritual energy.

Zhao Xing had a thought, and a surge of spiritual energy immediately emerged within him.

"Zheng~"

The sword suddenly flashed with Thunder Light, striking a block of the wall ahead.

"Boom!"

A large charred hole appeared. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Yang Jin was startled, "This, this… Grand Minister of Agriculture, how did you do that?"

Zhao Xing controlled the sword, the black sword circling around his body. After testing, Zhao Xing held it in his hand.

"This is a Thunder Spirit Sword," Zhao Xing pondered, "Its sword body is purely compressed thunder, the array on the hilt driven by spiritual energy."

"It's a Spell Sword, not for Martial Artists, likely a Star Level Daoist Soldier."

Seeing Yang Jin's inquiry, Zhao Xing smiled, "It's a Spell Sword, call it the Thunder Sword, not meant for martial artists."