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"This blade is quite good."
Jingliu lifted her hand, spinning a flourish with the sword, then followed with a sheathing motion.
Although for now she wasn't taller than it, its form suited her sword-handling habits perfectly.
As for its power—there was nothing to criticize. The fact that it could resist her was proof enough of its strength.
She turned toward Sylvester, asking with curiosity, "What exactly is its ability? With such a bloodthirsty inclination, the ghosts under its edge must number beyond count, no?"
Sylvester let out a speechless laugh. She had already subdued it, yet knew absolutely nothing about it. the [Cursed Blade - Thousand Demon Daggers] would be mortified if it could hear this.
"Indeed. Its name is the [Cursed Blade - Thousand Demon Daggers]. The number of people it has cut down is only more, never less, than the thousands of fragments it's made of. It is a national treasure forged by a country called Shenduan, created with the strength of the entire nation."
"Shenduan…? There's actually a place in the cosmos that excels in weaponsmithing like that?"
Hearing Sylvester's words, Feixiao searched her memory thoroughly but found no information about such a place.
She could only chalk it up to the vastness of the star-sea and the limited knowledge of the Xianzhou.
Soon, Feixiao's expression carried a look of exaggerated admiration. "Tsk, this level far surpasses the Artisanship Commission. Heh, if Marshal Huaiyan knew about this place, it would ignite the passions of his youth, wouldn't it?"
Unlike the previous gold-purple Curios, this divine weapon at last had a clear place of origin.
As the greatest craftsman of the Xianzhou—if this had been two hundred years earlier—Marshal Huaiyan might have gone mad searching every corner of the star-sea for the Shenduan.
Sylvester chuckled. "The universe is large, and life even larger. Maybe someday you'll run into it. It's not impossible. But after this blade underwent the trash can's cosmic adaptation, I'm afraid even the Shenduan could no longer forge a weapon that matches it."
Hearing this, the group reacted with varying degrees of surprise or calm acceptance.
Jingliu's fingers slid along the blade. She looked at Sylvester thoughtfully and nodded. "I see. In that case, your life must be far greater than that of the Xianzhou."
To repeatedly produce Curios beyond anyone's knowledge, each even from different origins—the background behind this young man was unfathomable.
"And greater than the Interastral Peace Corporation as well."
Jade smiled.
She was reminded of when Sylvester once mentioned his master during a previous trash-can opening.
She truly wondered what sort of inheritance he received—and what terrifying force might be backing him.
At the same time, she couldn't help but worry for the IPC.
Scott's initial presumptuousness had nearly pushed Sylvester into hostility against them.
The Board had practically wanted him dissected into a thousand pieces, but since the Corporation was not a political body, its harshest punishment was termination.
But the Board would never be satisfied with letting him off so easily.
No one knew whose idea it was to send him to some primitive planet where dinosaurs still roamed the earth—tasking him with selling IPC mechs to dinosaurs, but without bringing any energy packs.
"Selling," but in truth, it was murder. The man had no combat ability whatsoever. At this point, he was probably fertilizer for the local vegetation.
Unless, of course, he had some special means of survival.
"I like things big."
Sylvester said casually, then pointed at the [Cursed Blade - Thousand Demon Daggers], continuing, "This blade may look small, but its potential is enormous!"
"Its design is extremely radical. It cannot be used for defense—its entire power is restricted to offense only. That is precisely what grants it unparalleled offensive force. And as for the cracks on the blade—they aren't battle damage but deliberate design, allowing it to split into a thousand fragments and attack in unpredictable ways, making it nearly impossible to defend against."
"As for its special ability… the most important one is, naturally, conceptual power!"
Jingliu's fingers paused on the blade. Though her expression didn't shift, her attention instantly sharpened on Sylvester's words.
Conceptual power—something she had never managed to grasp even after several lifetimes of reincarnation!
Its enhancement to her strength would be visible to the naked eye!
Feixiao and the three IPC members also fully understood the significance, focusing intently on Sylvester.
Seeing everyone's attention fixed on him, Sylvester chuckled lightly. "You should've seen the blue ghost-patterns on the blade earlier—that is the sign of conceptual power activating."
He raised his hand, mimicking a downward sword-chop, and declared, "And its effect is extremely simple: absolute hit! Neither light-shields nor armor can withstand even a fraction of it. When facing this blade, the only path is attack versus attack! Either you achieve absolute victory in one strike—or you die on the spot."
"Hss—hoo~~"
Feixiao sucked in a chill of air.
She finally understood just how far a pure-offense design could go!
And without question, the killing power gained through this extremity was truly unmatched.
Jingliu froze for a heartbeat. Then a surge of indescribable delight rushed straight up into her mind, making her head tingle in exhilaration.
Perfect. Exactly what she wanted.
This was the very thing she had always sought: overwhelming, lethal, razor-edged offense.
With this blade, her sword-qi could tear through necks, hearts, and skulls like rotten wood.
All obstacles would become as nothing; all hardness would bend like soft water; and all resistance would be reduced to futile struggle before the final, fleeting instant of their lives.
Raising the [Cursed Blade - Thousand Demon Daggers] before her chest, she stared into her reflection on its surface, smiling with deep nostalgia. "Nothing in this world is difficult; victories return with laughter. Had I obtained this sword when I was truly young, this body would have brought endless blood disaster upon the Denizens of Abundance."
Feixiao nodded heavily in agreement.
Jade, Topaz, and Aventurine all shivered.
Though her smile was innocent and adorable, the killing intent radiating from her was several times sharper than the blade itself.
Only now did everyone remember—
Jingliu was not only Xianzhou; she was the orphan survivor of the ancient, fallen Xianzhou—Cangcheng!
Her hatred toward Yaoshi had not begun on her first battlefield—it existed long before that!
"It is not necessarily too late even now."
Seeing Jingliu wearing the expression of a veteran reminiscing about past glories, Sylvester added with understanding, "The blade's other special ability is that it can absorb the user's life force to increase its damage."
"And now, after cosmic adaptation, it can absorb the power of anyone who dies under its edge—gaining permanent enhancement."
"Mm—"
Upon hearing this, Jingliu's eyes widened instantly.
After a brief moment of surprise, she didn't praise the ability's strength. Instead, she smiled from the heart—
Her childish, baby-fat cheeks blooming into a bright, sunlit grin.
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