Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Remnant of the Sword

Just as the two sides were ready to attack, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Yubin and Xi Yue, protecting them behind them.

Qin Yubin was stunned, how could his homeroom teacher appear here?

Twilight looked directly at the gentleman, and her voice was calm, "They are students of the Heavenly Spirit Academy, I hope you don't embarrass them." ”

"You want to use the name of the Heavenly Spirit Academy to suppress me?" the man sneered, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified enough. ”

Twilight frowned slightly, groaned for a moment, and unbuttoned his coat, a delicate black badge pinned to the chest of his underwear, with an ancient tower printed on it.

Twilight revealed her badge and looked at the man coldly, "I hope Your Excellency will think twice." ”

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said in shock: "You...... You're from there?!"

Twilight just stood and didn't answer. His gaze was as sharp as that of an eagle.

The man was a little incoherent: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's a misunderstanding, you listen to my explanation......"

"Let's go. Twilight interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

"Thank you!" the man was relieved to hear Twilight let him go, and immediately slipped away with his men without looking back.

Qin Yubin saw this scene completely, and his heart was full of shock. can deter the royal family of the Heavenly Spirit Empire, what is the identity of the twilight owl?!

Twilight turned his head, ignoring the surprise in Qin Yubin's eyes, and said indifferently: "Go back to the academy, pay attention to safety when you come out to play in the future." ”

"Well, thank you, Twilight-sensei. ”

......

After returning to the academy, Xi Yue and Qin Yubin each absorbed one-third of the Heavenly Immortal Jade Dew, the effect of the immortal medicine was indeed wonderful, and they could clearly feel that their spiritual power and even their spiritual source had been sublimated. And the remaining one-third bottle of Tianxian Jade Dew, Xi Yue asked someone to send it back to Xingchen Pavilion and let her brother Xi Zhao take it.

Next, it's time to deal with the Ghost Yuan Sword. Qin Yubin clearly felt that this sword was full of anger and restlessness. Moreover, it seems to be able to really attract ghosts and ghosts, and if it weren't for the deterrence of falling dust along the way, I'm afraid an accident would have happened a long time ago.

Such a vicious thing must be dealt with as soon as possible. After absorbing the Heavenly Immortal Jade Dew, Qin Yubin immediately found an empty room and summoned the falling dust.

"Falling dust, you said you could fix it, right?"

"That's right. Dust's tone sounded assured. Ghost abyss, ghost abyss, in this sword, there is indeed a soul living in it. Others may not be able to control you, but this seat has its own way.

"The body lends me. Luochen said, his consciousness quickly taking control of his body. Next, it's time for him to show his talents.

Luochen placed the Ghost Abyss Sword upright in front of him, and began to urge a strange power, and his pupils glowed with a dark purple of evil spirit. He slowly injected this power into the Ghost Yuan Sword.

Qin Yubin had never seen this kind of power, it was very ethereal and ghostly, and it was certain that it should not be underestimated. Qin Yubin felt that under the urging of this power, there seemed to be something in his body that was resonating wonderfully.

However, when this strange power was injected into the Oni Yuan Sword, it seemed to be resisted by the sword. Luochen's expression was grim, and the situation was somewhat unexpected to him.

He gritted his teeth and concentrated on urging his spiritual power, trying to suppress the sword, but he was a little powerless.

Luochen's face was a little ugly, the strength of the soul living in this sword was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

"Poof-" Suddenly, a mouthful of blood erupted from the dust and hit the sword. Where the blood was splattered on the sword, a curling black gas came out.

"Hey, it's been thousands of years, and you're the first person to wake me up. In the Ghost Yuan Sword, the phantom of a middle-aged man suddenly floated out, looming. His voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing leaves, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"Who is Your Excellency? How can you have such a powerful soul power?" Falling Dust stared warily at the man's erratic phantom.

"Hmm, who am I, let me think about it, huh...... Hey, I'm too old to remember. The man thought for a while and said helplessly.

"So, can you leave this sword?"

"I've been in this sword for thousands of years, I'm used to it, and I don't want to go. The man smiled indifferently: "I know what you're worried about, I'm afraid I'm not good for this child, right?"

Luochen did not speak, noncommittal.

"Don't worry, if you don't bother, I won't embarrass you. After that, if I restrain my breath, those lonely ghosts will not find you. ”

Luochen thought for a moment, but still compromised: "Thank you, I hope Your Excellency will keep your promise." ”

"Hahaha, so be it, I'm going back to sleep. The man laughed, waved his robe, and his figure gradually dissipated and floated back into his sword.

The dark red lines on the Ghost Yuan Sword lit up for a few seconds, then dimmed again, and the manic anger in the sword quietly subsided.

Luochen grasped the hilt of his sword, and there was some worry in his eyes. He underestimated this sword too much, but he didn't expect that the soul living in the sword was beyond his control.

"Qin Yubin, use this sword less in the future. Don't pull it out unless you have to. Luochen inserted the Ghost Yuan Sword into the scabbard, walked to the window, and sighed. He couldn't tell if the man was friend or foe.

Outside the window, dry branches swayed in the cold wind.