Chapter 86: Not Giving A Chance
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The existence of spirit weapons could be traced back to ancient times.
In the beginning, all spirit weapons were born naturally.
Just like the Heaven Trampling Elephant, they were rare treasures (beasts).
Every spirit weapon has its own consciousness and possesses varying abilities.
For example, Burning Mountains and Rivers, Freezing Heaven and Earth, Instant Teleportation, Life Grafting, Death Devour, Eternal Light Barrier…
Any of these spirit weapons could make one extremely powerful.
Of course, one would also encounter seizing by countless people.
However, spirit weapons were harder to tame than Mutated Beasts. To control a spirit weapon, it was best to possess a trait that matched its ability.
Once that was settled, the spirit weapon would automatically recognize the individual as its owner!
Those known as ancient spirit weapons were extremely scarce, and very few people had obtained them since ancient times.
Right now, the spirit weapons that martial artists wielded were all the blood spirit weapons forged by the subsequent weapon masters after decades of hard work.
They were named blood spirit weapons because the moment a spirit weapon was born, it needed to be watered with a martial artist’s blood and essence to awaken its intelligence.
That way, the spirit weapon obtained would automatically recognize the martial artist as its master.
When this martial artist passes on, it would move on to pick another.
Because ancient spirit weapons were rare, few people knew which was stronger, ancient spirit weapons or blood spirit weapons.
The little wooden sword had absorbed the Three Yin Candles Blood. Su Jingxing did not know if it was a good or bad thing.
It had not had any changes in the past few decades, perhaps it had been severely injured.
If a spirit weapon was severely damaged, it would also be impaired or may even break.
The little wooden sword had most likely absorbed the Three Yin Candles Blood to recover.
Su Jingxing took out the little wooden sword and concentrated his mental power to carefully sense the changes in its aura. He could feel that the little wooden sword’s aura was becoming stronger!
It is recovering.
Recovery is a good thing, but who will the little wooden sword that has absorbed the Three Yin Candles Blood listen to in the end?
A spirit weapon will recognize its owner automatically.
If the little wooden sword is a blood spirit weapon, then would it, after absorbing the Three Yin Candles blood, ultimately acknowledge someone from the Shi Family as its master?
At this thought, Su Jingxing couldn’t help but feel conflicted.
“Working so hard to give it all up to the Shi Family?”
Impossible!
Su Jingxing would never let such a thing happen. He would rather hide the little wooden sword forever.
“Of course, there is another possibility. That is that the little wooden sword absorbed the Three Yin Candles Blood just to recover. The Three Yin Candles Blood is merely its energy source!”
Su Jingxing pondered.
If so, the Shi Family would be the little wooden sword’s ration.
Of course, absorbing other special bloodlines should also help the little wooden sword to recover.
If that was the case, Su Jingxing would have a chance to take the little wooden sword for his own use.
At this thought, Su Jingxing squeezed out a drop of blood and essence and dripped it on the little wooden sword.
No reaction…
The blood and essence landed on the little wooden sword, but it did not show any response at all.
“Not giving me a chance?” Su Jingxing chuckled. “Alright, I’ll subdue you after I figure out everything about you.”
As for automatically recognizing him as its master, Su Jingxing didn’t hold much hope.
It was difficult to subdue spirit weapons, but there were also many examples of forcibly subduing them.
While the little wooden sword had not fully recovered, the chances of subduing it were the highest.
With this in mind, Su Jingxing prepared to make another trip to the valley at the Green Cloud Mountain Range, where the big white goose was.
I still need Brother Goose’s help to figure out the little wooden sword’s background!
As for today, he had to go to work.
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The Shi Family.
Early in the morning, in the Shi Family’s compound, located in an estate near the mountains in the Western District.
The Shi Family had a hundred-year-old legacy. The entire estate was filled with Shi Family members.
The central courtyard was the residence of the Shi Family’s Patriarch.
At this moment, under the morning sun, nine corpses were placed on the empty field in the courtyard.
Shi Yanfeng, Elder Zhu, and the seven Shi Family guards lined up in a neat row.
Shi Yanfeng’s and Elder Zhu’s heads had been stitched back to their necks. The broken limbs of the seven guards had also been reassembled into one.
There were more than a hundred members of the Shi Family standing around the field.
All of them, who had high statuses, were burning with rage and killing intent.
“What audacity! He actually dared to kill people from the Shi Family. We must find him, flay his tendons, skin him alive, grind his bones and scatter his ashes!”
“That’s for sure! Anyone who kills a member of my Shi Family must die!”
“Hmph, anyone can use harsh words. The problem lies with who the murderer is. There’s no clue at all. If you want revenge, who are you going to get it from?”
“Isn’t there Du Liangjing? That fellow escaped out of the city overnight. Once we capture him, we’ll know who did it!”
“The people from White River Dojo must die too! If not for them, why would Little Feng wouldn’t have gone there and he wouldn’t have been killed!”
“Do you think the Martial Suppression Office is just a decoration? It’s not a problem to destroy White River Dojo, but to kill all of White River Dojo? What are you thinking?”
“B*stard! What did you say? Are you still a member of the Shi Family?”
“I don’t need your approval whether I’m a member of the Shi Family or not. You’re not the patriarch, much less my father!”
“Say that again!”
“…”
A mix of curses, angry shouts, and discussions made the field seem especially lively.
The people standing right at the front, beside the corpses, ignored the noisy Shi Family members.
“How is it, Old Tang?”
The current patriarch of the Shi family, Shi Jinnian, stared at Shi Yanfeng and Elder Zhu’s corpses and asked an old man who was examining them.
“It’s clear now.”
The old man remained in a squatting position as he replied, “Elder Zhu had resisted fiercely when he was alive, and he had greatly expended his true energy. The final fatal blow was his head being chopped off. The speed of that blow was extremely fast, so fast that Elder Zhu couldn’t dodge in time. The moment his protective true energy shattered, his head was chopped off.”
“It is about the same for Young Master Shi. His limbs, bones, and internal organs all show signs of being violently shaken. The fatal blow was also the beheading.”
“It’s relatively simpler with the seven others. They didn’t put up much resistance and were instantly torn apart by a powerful force. That force could have been a cannonball or an explosive arrow. As for which it is, it has to be verified at the crime scene.”
“The crime scene has been destroyed. It is enough that we know the causes of death.” Shi Jinnian said as he waved a young man behind him to come forward. “Thank you for your appraisal, Elder Tang. We have prepared the remuneration. Please follow Little Lu to collect it.”
“I’m ashamed that I can only come up with so much.” The old man stood up and said apologetically.
“No, this is already enough.” Shi Jinnian replied softly, indicating for the young man to bring the aged man away.
The old man bowed slightly and left with the young man.
After the old man walked far away and disappeared around the corner, Shi Jinnian’s expression darkened. He shouted in a low voice, “The murderer used a swift saber and powerful explosive hidden weapons. His cultivation level is around the sixth-grade. Oh right, he might be born with innate divine strength! Get someone to run a check using these key points. Find all the martial artists that meet the requirements!”
“Yes.”
Behind Shi Jinnian, a middle-aged man replied in a deep voice before turning around and quickly leaving.
“Old Seven, how much of Little Feng’s origin blood was taken back?”