C12 Devil Blade Is Crazy!

At that moment, inside the sword, a tiny figure shaped like a red flame stood there, observing the person wielding the weapon.

What just occurred?

Someone grasped the sword, and I attempted to influence him with my devilish energy, bending him to my will. This has been the rule for millennia, and I've never failed...

Why did my devilish energy seem to ricochet back without affecting him in the slightest?

"Do you desire to rise to the top?"

"Do you crave absolute power?"

"Do you seek vengeance?"

The tiny figure traditionally posed a sequence of questions to the one holding the sword. The fame of the sword and these three questions were usually enough to drive anyone mad with desire.

Yet, after a lengthy wait, there was no response.

Damn it!

What's happening here?

Does this person lack any grand ambitions?

Or is he simply a fool?

It wasn't odd for a mortal not to recognize me, but it was peculiar that he was immune to my influence.

It was as if my words had never reached him.

Could this be the fabled state of being without desires or wishes?

The little red figure sensed that this time the situation was unlike any before, presenting a monumental challenge not seen in thousands of years.

While it wallowed in frustration, it felt itself being put down.

Looking around, it realized it was in a kitchen.

What business does my Devil Sword have here?

As the Devil Sword was internally bewildered, the sound of a door closing was heard—Jee Faang had already departed.

The red figure transformed into a stream of red Qi and settled on the table.

Since he had acquired me, his fate was now in my control. I was determined to steer him onto the path of dark cultivation.

I would subject him to several inhumane ordeals, expose him to the cruelty of the world, and instill in him a deep resentment. I refused to believe he would remain without desires!

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, a gleaming light shot towards it.

Its form was blasted apart, taking quite some time to slowly coalesce back to its original shape, albeit with a significantly faded hue.

It surveyed the area, unconvinced that a mortal's kitchen could contain anything formidable.

At last, it spotted a dustpan hanging on the wall.

It froze, fear and shock seizing it, and in a moment, it began to shake uncontrollably.

The dustpan looked just like any ordinary one, yet it sensed that this was an Immortal Weapon.

And not just any Immortal Weapon, but one of a higher tier than itself!

How could such a formidable Immortal Weapon not be treasured and protected, but instead be carelessly hung in a kitchen?

And to top it off, it belonged to a mere mortal?

The little red figure felt its mind was failing to comprehend.

Nonetheless, it wasn't disheartened.

As the sword spirit of the Devil Sword, it should face adversity without fear, shouldn't it?

If it couldn't confront the challenge, surely it could avoid it!

"I just need to keep my distance..."

It began to cautiously search for a route that would take it as far away from the dustpan as possible and proceeded slowly.

"Whoosh!"

Yet another beam of light shot through its Spirit Body.

Had it possessed a physical form, it would have likely been spitting blood and collapsing. Once again, it found itself dispersed.

This time, it took even longer to reassemble, and its color had faded further.

"What now?"

The little red figure scanned the kitchen with a bewildered gaze.

"Ah... It's... the cutting board..."

"Is this cutting board an Immortal Weapon too?"

"I'm outmatched..."

The red figure felt an urge to run its hand through its hair in frustration. Was this the Jade Emperor's kitchen?

It was astonishing that such a commonplace kitchen item could also be an Immortal Weapon.

After all, it was supposed to be just an ordinary mortal.

Looking around, the kitchen indeed seemed to be missing a knife with powers as exceptional as its own...

Wait... I am not a knife...

But what does it matter? Should I fear a mortal?

Once this mortal is under my influence, all these Immortal Weapons will be mine to command.

It was a Sword Spirit with aspirations, and it would not tolerate failure in its mission.

It was so close to exiting the kitchen, success was nearly at hand...

But just as it was about to slip away, a burst of golden light repelled it back.

"Damn it!"

"Why is doing anything so darn difficult?"

No need for guesses—it was yet another Immortal Weapon.

The golden light cascaded down from above, bathing the area in its warm glow. Suddenly, each character on the paper sprang to life, leaping and dancing as if in celebration.

"Whether you're a god or a demon, you're going down!"

The red figure summoned a ball of fire in his hand and hurled it at the calligraphy. The once animated characters stiffened momentarily, only to burst into even louder peals of laughter.

"Hahahaha, what have we here? A Spirit Body? Such bravado. Today, we shall have our fun with it!"

With those words, a brilliant light erupted, and the characters leapt from the paper, unceremoniously diving into the saber.

The red figure was taken aback. "What's happening? All the characters have entered the saber? Get out..."

But the saber's angry curses were soon muffled by the sounds of mirth. Eventually, even the laughter faded away.

...

Jee Faang carried in the groceries he had purchased that day and set them down on the floor. He glanced at the short knife by the door, then back at where he had originally placed it.

"How did this get here?"

Could it be that the short knife possessed the ability to move on its own? Was the doorway its chosen spot?

Pondering this, Jee Faang stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Could this item be some kind of treasure?"

The red figure, now compressed by the characters within the saber, appeared utterly defeated. "Even trash holds more value than my treasure. Just let me live..."