Chapter 250: "Isn't This Meant for the Protagonist?"
Luo Wusheng felt fortunate.
He figured that the purple lightning from his previous tribulation had left him with a psychological shadow, making him especially sensitive to sudden attacks from behind.
As a pitch-black broken sword narrowly brushed past his body, Luo Wusheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
'What's going on? Why did this thing suddenly come to life, and why is it targeting me?'
Holding Ling Shuangxue, who was dodging with him, Luo Wusheng recalled what he had just done.
Hmm... he hadn't done much, really.
He simply told the young lady his name, and then responded when she called out to him...
Hiss—Could this thing have some strange quirk like "If I call you, you better answer"?
Thankfully, its effect was nowhere near as strong as that of a certain gourd, and Luo Wusheng had already maxed out his skill points for evading sneak attacks from behind, ever since the purple lightning incident.
But why had he been encountering so many underhanded attacks recently? He was just waiting for the pretty fairy next to him to introduce herself.
Though the girl might not have appeared in the original story, and likely had nothing to do with the Frosty Snow Peak where Lu Yuliu lived, it might not be a bad thing, right?
Luo Wusheng felt that he was starting to sense some strange signs.
But unexpectedly, the pitch-black broken sword interrupted at this exact moment.
Wasn't this sword supposed to be a future opportunity for the real protagonist? Could it not be a little more well-behaved?
It couldn't.
Just as Luo Wusheng had that thought, the pitch-black broken sword slipped into the void.
Heh, planning to sneak attack again? Don't underestimate the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect!
Sensing a slight fluctuation from behind, Luo Wusheng immediately pushed the young lady aside and prepared for a stylish sidestep.
Then, he heard a woman's worried voice next to his ear.
"Watch out!"
Luo Wusheng was momentarily stunned, but just then, a sharp pain shot through his waist.
Turning his head, he saw the black sword piercing into his side, and his mouth started twitching uncontrollably.
Holy crap, crap, crap—
For some inexplicable reason, although the void behind him had shown a fluctuation, the broken sword had appeared at his side, right in his sidestepping path, its jagged tip stabbing directly into his waist.
It was as if Luo Wusheng had deliberately delivered his waist to be skewered by the sword.
This ancient sword, even broken, was still so treacherous! Luo Wusheng thought, feeling a bit resigned to his fate.
'What happens if this thing stabs me? I shouldn't die just from this, right...?'
He didn't feel his life force slipping away, just a painful sensation from his waist.
Slightly unsteady, Luo Wusheng staggered backward, but fell into something soft.
"Mr. Luo... are you alright? Do you feel anything abnormal? Where did the broken sword go?"
Ling Shuangxue's voice was filled with tension and concern.
"I think... I'm okay?"
Feeling the softness at the back of his head, Luo Wusheng replied uncertainly, but then froze.
Wasn't the broken sword still lodged in his waist?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the sharp pain in his waist suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, something seemed to be flowing from his waist into his dantian.
???
Before Luo Wusheng could figure out what was happening, his entire body suddenly jolted.
A clear sound of sword ringing echoed around him.
But as the sound entered his ears, it formed a distinct sentence.
[Inherit my legacy, and bear my karma.]
Suddenly, Luo Wusheng felt an invisible force wrapping around him.
'Karma...? And that message... Is this about having the Sword Ancestor's disciple willingly concede defeat?'
His expression turned strange.
The image of a sword emperor, once exuding ancient sword intent and indifference to the world, suddenly collapsed in his mind.
By this point, Luo Wusheng had figured out what had happened.
The black broken sword was, as he suspected, a legacy treasure left behind by the Sword Emperor after his defeat by the Sword Ancestor.
And this legacy's method of inheritance was so intense, it seemed almost designed to give the inheritor a heart attack.
And within this almost forced legacy, the Sword Emperor had even added his rather petty karmic retribution.
What did it mean?
He lost to the Sword Ancestor, so now he wanted a successor to defeat the Sword Ancestor's disciple?
How childish!
But the most important thing was...
'This should have been meant for Lu Yuliu, right?'
The words on the wall clearly read "By the broken sword, fulfill the promise". The promise obviously had something to do with the Sword Ancestor, and the legacy left by the Sword Ancestor must have been meant for the real protagonist.
As for the karma... well, making Lu Yuliu willingly concede to herself would indeed be quite dramatic—just the sort of thing that old troll author would do.
But why did this thing come to him, the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect?
Luo Wusheng's mind was in a whirlwind, but the changes inside his body weren't over yet.
At that moment, his as-yet-untransformed sword intent began to surge uncontrollably, as if inflated, growing wildly in strength.
This was pure sword intent essence merging with his own, enhancing its expression.
For a sword cultivator, this was a gift from the heavens.
But Luo Wusheng gasped, frowning deeply as a pained expression crossed his face.
Seeing this, Ling Shuangxue's face changed, but she quickly regained her composure.
Gently supporting the boy as he leaned back, she placed her hand on his forehead.
"Absorbing sword intent essence... This is bad. Your sword intent hasn't evolved yet. If it's strengthened like this, it will collapse."
Hearing the fairy's voice, Luo Wusheng endured the pain caused by his expanding sword intent, managing a bitter smile.
Great. Not only did he get sneak attacked, but now he was about to lose out on this legacy without gaining any benefits.
Though... this thing sounded a lot like the Soulblade Specter outside, didn't it?
That Heaven-grade Soulblade Specter had evolved using this stuff?
As his mind wandered off to distract himself from the pain, Ling Shuangxue's eyes flashed, and she gently patted her storage pouch.
The small sword-patterned box, which Luo Wusheng had declined earlier, fell to the ground.
"The only solution now... is to make your sword intent evolve as quickly as possible."
"Once the Sword Enlightenment Incense is lit, you will perceive time differently than in the outside world, and the accumulation of sword intent in your senses will slow down. This will give you enough time to focus on evolving your sword intent in the illusion realm..."
"Before that, I'll draw out some of the sword intent essence you absorbed to lessen the interference."
As Ling Shuangxue spoke, she bit her lip slightly.
Luo Wusheng felt his body pressing closer to the girl behind him.
Before he could even enjoy the sensation to alleviate his pain, he felt something warm and wet behind his ear.
Something nimble brushed past.
A numbing sensation, comparable to a tribulation lightning, coursed through his body, making the sword intent swelling within him feel increasingly faint.
In the sword-patterned box, the Sword Enlightenment Incense lit without fire.
A strange aroma mixed with the young woman's fragrance filled Luo Wusheng's senses, leading him into an enigmatic state.
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