Chapter 132: The Demon Sword Reappears

Zhu Xiaxia was also shocked to hear Zhu Qiu voluntarily say she wanted to do something meaningful.

‘Has my daughter become smart?’

To satisfy her curiosity, Zhu Xiaxia quickly asked.

“So what does my daughter plan to do next?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Well, she became smart, but not completely.

Zhu Qiu didn’t linger and walked out. In the blink of an eye, she was lying on her big bed.

“Hehe~ It’s still most comfortable on the bed. So tired, time for a nice long nap.”

She closed her eyes and slept straight until the next morning.

“Mmm~ Another brand new day!”

After sleeping so long, the little princess was full of energy and felt like she could eat a hundred meals in one go.

Of course, excluding anything Zhu Xiaxia cooked.

“Holy Sword, what do you think I should do today?”

Ever since returning from the Human Race, Zhu Qiu had felt an emptiness inside.

She didn’t know what to do all day, and few things could spark her interest.

“Sword Spirit, come out and chat with me.”

“So, after all this time, the one time you finally summon me is to ask me to chat?”

The Sword Spirit felt Zhu Qiu’s call and emerged, 90% displeased.

“Tsk, you could say that. Mainly I’m just bored, and there’s no one to talk to.”

“Don’t you have that she-dragon to talk to? What, only now remember me? Hmph!”

The Sword Spirit sulkily turned her head away.

“Don’t be mad. I came to you, didn’t I? Zhu Xiaxia is Zhu Xiaxia, you are you. The two of you hold different places in my heart.”

Zhu Qiu glanced at the Sword Spirit’s nose.

“You’re the most special one. I’ll always keep you in the most important place in my heart, hehe~”

Zhu Qiu’s sweet talk made the Sword Spirit’s face blush.

‘That evil she-dragon really doesn’t know how to talk.’

While chatting, the Sword Spirit noticed a long box on the nightstand.

“Huh? What’s that?”

The Sword Spirit pointed.

Zhu Qiu tilted her head to look, not paying much attention.

“It’s just a box. Someone gave it to me, said I had to open it at home. But I feel like it’s probably just some ordinary thing, nothing useful.”

It was given by an old dragon yesterday, and she hadn’t opened it yet.

“You can’t see it?”

The Sword Spirit said something that baffled Zhu Qiu.

“See what? Sword Spirit, what do you mean? Does this thing have some special effect?”

Zhu Qiu guessed randomly.

“I can’t believe it still exists.”

“What exists?”

Zhu Qiu looked confused.

The Sword Spirit was being cryptic, saying a bunch of nonsense that provided no useful information.

The Sword Spirit, however, stared seriously at the box.

In Zhu Qiu’s eyes, it was just a shabby box, but in the Sword Spirit’s eyes, she could see a dark purple aura swirling around it.

“Since you can’t see it and I can, that means this thing is fundamentally the same as me. If I’m not mistaken… this box contains a sword, and a soul lives inside that sword,”

The Sword Spirit said solemnly.

“A sword?”

“Wow! Is it like you?”

“I’m not sure. The box looks worn out, so the soul inside should be alive, but whether it’s doing well is another matter. It might be half-dead, reduced to a mere shell of a sword.”

“Yes, and it’s not an ordinary sword. I can feel it.”

The Sword Spirit’s words sounded profound, leaving Zhu Qiu dazed.

Suddenly, she had an idea and grabbed the box to open it.

“Simple. Just open it and see.”

The Sword Spirit rushed to stop her, but the box was already open.

“No!”

The next second, a cloud of purple gas floated in the air, gradually absorbing magic power from the surroundings and forming into a sphere.

Then, before their eyes, a purple, slime-like creature landed on Zhu Qiu’s bed. It lay motionless, as if dead.

“? Sword Spirit, what is this?”

“Uh? That shouldn’t be. We’re supposed to be the same kind, yet the difference between us is so huge. It doesn’t even have a proper shape.”

Zhu Qiu curiously poked the slime, but the next second, the slime actually spoke.

“Ignorant dragons! Awakening me, the supreme Jian Mo who wields endless calamities, is an eternal sin etched into your souls! I thank you for your foolish sacrifice, helping me break free from the ages-old seal!”

“From now on, all realms in the heavens will fall under my demonic blade, and the entire world will tremble and submit before my sword!”

‘What is this guy mumbling about?’

Curious, Zhu Qiu didn’t listen and instead started playing with it in her hands.

“This little thing is so soft. I wish Zhu Xiaxia were this fun to play with too, hehe~ Since you’re all purple, I’ll just call you Xiao Zi.”

“Hey! The supreme Jian Mo is talking to you, can’t you hear?!”

“Jian Mo? No no no, that name is too ugly. I think Xiao Zi suits you better.”

“…”

The Jian Mo was speechless, but the next second, it sensed a familiar aura.

It seemed… it seemed like its long-lost master!

“Demon King!”

“My lord is also present here?! Hahahaha, heaven helps me! Since the sovereign is here, you worthless creatures shall be reduced to ashes today, never to be reborn!”

The purple slime jumped down from Zhu Qiu’s hands and, following the sensed aura, hopped toward the room on the second floor where the Demon King was imprisoned.

“Xiao Zi, don’t go! Let me rub you more. I really like your texture.”

Zhu Qiu snatched Xiao Zi back.

Hearing Zhu Qiu say she liked the Jian Mo, the Sword Spirit couldn’t sit still and confiscated it.

“You’re the Sword Saint. How can you play with childish things like this?”

“Ah?”

Zhu Qiu was sad for a second.

“Well, my only fun toy is gone.”

“Release your filthy restraints! I must immediately go to my lord’s side and annihilate you ants!”

The purple slime tried to break free, but the Sword Spirit wouldn’t indulge it.

She grabbed it with both hands and stretched it like noodles.

“Behave yourself and speak properly.”

“Despicable dragon scum! Don’t think you can block my path!”

The Sword Spirit couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the slime hard onto the ground.

But the slime was soft and wasn’t hurt at all.

“Hey! Are all dragons this rude?!”

“Oh? Finally speaking like a person?”

“I’m the Jian Mo. I’ll speak however I want. You can’t control me.”

“Jian Mo? Is it like the Sword Spirit?”

Zhu Qiu asked.

“Sword Spirit? What is a Sword Spirit? Some lowly creature!”

“No being can compare to the supreme Jian Mo. Don’t you understand that?!”

“You’re the lowly creature! Your whole family are lowly creatures!”

The Sword Spirit wouldn’t let anyone walk all over her.

“You think I’ll be stupid enough to retort like you? No! I’m going to find the Demon King now.”

“You two can eat my dust! Hahahaha!”

The purple slime reformed from its flattened state into a sphere and limped out the door under their watch.

Both stood still for a moment.

After a while, Zhu Qiu asked in confusion,

“Sword Spirit, the toy ran away. Why don’t we catch it?”

“Hmph! Let’s follow it. I want to see what it’s up to.”

With that, the Sword Spirit took Zhu Qiu’s hand and followed the purple slime.

Soon, the slime reached the interrogation room where the Demon King was imprisoned.

It leaped up and forcefully kicked the door open.

“The soul is calling, the blood is boiling. That pressure spanning the abyss… it’s you! Demon King, right here!”

Zhu Xiaxia had removed the interrogation chair and tied up Xiao Hei like a dog, letting her do whatever she wanted since she couldn’t leave.

At the moment, whether tired or exhausted from making a fuss, Xiao Hei was lying on all fours on the floor, sleeping.

“Demon King! I finally found you!”

Unaware of the situation, the purple slime jumped straight onto Xiao Hei’s face and flattened into a pancake.

“Ah! Something’s stuck on my face. Get off, I can’t breathe!”

Xiao Hei sat up with a start and flung the thing off her face.

By then, Zhu Qiu and the Sword Spirit had arrived and were watching the show openly.

“Demon King! It’s me! Do you remember me?!”

“You? Who are you? How would I know you?”

“An ordinary low-level slime monster dares to attack the Demon King? Are you asking for death?!”

Xiao Hei didn’t listen to the Jian Mo’s explanation.

She picked it up and slammed it on the ground, then picked it up and slammed it again.

Since she couldn’t deal with the dragon, she could only vent by bullying her own kind.

Zhu Qiu watched, dumbfounded.

She poked the Sword Spirit’s cheek and commented,

“So this is the legendary Demon King? Truly fitting the reputation of a villain. The demon race following her must be cursed for life.”

“I agree.”

“Demon King, stop throwing me! I am the Jian Mo of your Demon Sword! I am absolutely loyal to you!”

Let’s turn our attention back to the purple slime.

“Jian Mo? What Jian Mo? Since when do I have a Jian Mo?”

“I can’t even find the Demon Sword now. What do I expect from a slime pretending to be a Jian Mo?”

“Oh, right! The Demon Sword! If I bring the Demon Sword, I can prove my identity to the Demon King.”

Thinking this, the slime started to rush out the door.

The Demon King, still unsatisfied, picked it up and tossed it aside, sending it flying right over Zhu Qiu’s head.

“Thank you, Demon King!”

The Jian Mo, thinking the Demon King had done it to help it on its way, quickly thanked her.

“Don’t bother me. I’m very annoyed right now!”

The two at the door didn’t stop it.

They were also curious to see what this slime claiming to be Jian Mo could do.

Soon, the slime returned, carrying in its mouth a sword covered in rust and cobwebs.

“Demon King! Your Demon Sword! I found it for you!”

“Demon Sword?”

This sword was dug out from the very bottom of that long box.

Being tiny, it had taken great effort for her to carry it.

However, the Demon King stared at the sword, which looked as if it had come from some goblin cave, and fell silent.

“Are you sure this is the Demon Sword?”

It took a while for the Demon King to squeeze out those words.

“Of course! I am the Jian Mo of the Demon Sword. I can’t be mistaken. It’s because the sword hasn’t been activated yet, Demon King!”

“But I remember my Demon Sword didn’t look like this.”

The Jian Mo was a bit speechless.

In its memory, the mighty, powerful, and clever Demon King had turned into a stupid loli?

“Demon King! The Demon Sword has lost its power after being masterless for so many years. Quickly activate it with blood! Together, we can continue the great feat of conquering the world!”

“I don’t believe you. I think those two she-dragons put you up to this to mess with me. I’m not falling for it this time!”

Xiao Hei flatly refused.

“…”

Seeing the Demon King was unmoved, the Jian Mo decided to take matters into its own hands.

It thought that if the Demon Sword was reactivated, the Demon King would surely recognize it.

“Sorry, Demon King. Yah!”

The slime jumped onto the Demon King with the sword in its mouth and forcefully slashed at her thin, white arm.

Riiip~

A scratch appeared on the little loli’s arm, but there was no sign of bleeding.

‘What? I didn’t expect years of erosion had made the Demon Sword so dull that it couldn’t even cut the Demon King’s skin.’

‘But the Demon King should have tough skin, right? Why can’t I connect her with a little loli?’

“You dared to attack me! You. Are. So. Dead.”

The Demon King said this very seriously, snatched the sword from the Jian Mo, and swung it at the slime.

“Whoa! Demon King! Don’t cut me!”

The slime jumped up and down in fright from the sudden sword, now only wanting to save its life.

The Sword Spirit, watching from the side, couldn’t stand it anymore.

‘These two are so slow.’

She pulled Zhu Qiu forward and snatched the sword from the Demon King’s hand.

“Don’t cut me, don’t cut me.”

Even after the sword was taken, the slime was still hopping in place.

“Stop!”

The Sword Spirit blocked the slime with the Demon Sword, forcing it to calm down.

“Hey! Who are you? How dare you take my sword…”

‘Wait, something was off. Why was this she-dragon entirely golden?’

The Demon King’s gaze inadvertently swept toward the window, and she saw another identical little she-dragon standing at the door.

‘What? Is this right? A big she-dragon and a little she-dragon were already a headache, and now there’s another identical little she-dragon?’

‘Who can handle that?!’

“You don’t need to know who I am. Just know that I am the sacred incarnation.”

The Sword Spirit examined the rusted Demon Sword and said to the Jian Mo,

“Since you claim to be Jian Mo, I’ll help you out and see if you have any real skill.”

She turned to whisper to Zhu Qiu,

“I already know in secret that the Demon King is useless, so no worries.”

Zhu Qiu nodded.

“Take this!”

The Sword Spirit swung hard at the Demon King, but unexpectedly, the Demon King dodged by twisting her body, and the sword struck the ground directly.

As luck would have it, the Sword Spirit accidentally let go at that moment, and the Demon Sword bounced up and flew straight toward Zhu Qiu.