Chapter 985: It’s Already Your Sword

Chapter 985: It’s Already Your Sword

When Lin Nuo arrived, he paid more attention to Ruo’er, slightly neglecting Liu Shuqin over there.

His gaze fell on Liu Shuqin’s hands; the sharp sword she held was nothing more than a slightly better quality Demon Practitioner sword. How could it compare to the sword in his hand?

Although his sword couldn’t strictly be called a Demon Sword, it was an extraordinary sword that surpassed both Demon Practitioners and Daoists. Crafted by a divine-grade artisan, and according to his experience from his previous life, that artisan had not forged a second sword that could rival his weapon.

Overthinking it.

Was that Ling Meng?

Ling Meng’s sword, while not inferior to Liu Shuqin’s, was still not on par with it.

As for Ruo’er, let’s not even mention her; she had failed her demonic transformation—talking about a Demon Sword? Would a Demon Sword want to jump ship and get involved in this mess?

There was no one left, what were you rambling on about? Just talking nonsense?

Wait a minute.

“Besides the weapons in your hands, do you have anything else?”

Lin Nuo turned to ask them, and Ruo’er and Ling Meng shook their heads. Meanwhile, Liu Shuqin hesitated for a moment before also shaking her head.

Lin Nuo was observant enough to see the signs.

Ling Meng and Ruo’er were obviously lying in front of him. But if Liu Shuqin were to lie, she could act completely nonchalant about it.

Even a small moment of hesitation would go unnoticed by most people.

If Lin Nuo’s attention were slightly diverted, he might not have picked up on it.

Lin Nuo remained silent, stepping lightly towards Liu Shuqin.

【Sure enough, I can’t hide it from my junior martial brother.】

Liu Shuqin felt a bit nervous; however, she maintained her calm demeanor, acting as if nothing was wrong.

Then, Lin Nuo stopped in front of Liu Shuqin and still said nothing.

Why just stand in front of her?

Ling Meng and Ruo’er were somewhat puzzled, but the atmosphere was so serious they didn’t dare ask anything.

“Do you have your own reasons? But this can’t be hidden forever,” Lin Nuo coldly asked Liu Shuqin.

“Sorry, Junior Martial Brother.”

Liu Shuqin sighed and finally admitted,

“I do have another sword. I heard from my subordinates about a sword crafted by a Demon Artisan. However, that Demon Sword is difficult to control, so I’ve temporarily sealed it away.”

“What kind of sword is it? Let me see.”

“This sword…”

Liu Shuqin hesitated but nodded, then took a few steps forward, lightly waved her right hand, and a spirit circle appeared before her. She drew the sharp sword from it.

This was a common method used by sword practitioners for hiding swords, similar in effect to Ruo’er’s Spirit Bag Technique, though it could only conceal swords.

Lin Nuo often used such methods too, and occasionally carried his sword on his back, pretending to be a righteous person.

Concealing swords required continuous expenditure of spiritual power, so it was best to carry it in hand. Unused swords left under the bed just gather dust; otherwise, they take up space and waste spiritual energy.

“Junior Martial Brother, please take a look.”

Soon, a dark purple Demon Sword adorned with dragon patterns was presented before Lin Nuo.

Upon seeing it, Lin Nuo was genuinely surprised.

This sword…

Wasn’t it his sword?!

Good heavens, how did it end up with her?!

“Was the Demon Artisan you visited named Jia?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Yes, indeed it was Jia. However, he came and went without a trace, and he entrusted someone to give me this sword. I’m sure Junior Martial Brother remembers what sword this is. I’ve heard Master Jia possesses incredible skills. If fate aligns, he can craft suitable swords for others. But this sword ended up in my hands, and I have no idea why. I can’t control it, so it’s best to return it to its original owner.”

Liu Shuqin offered the dragon-patterned Demon Sword to Lin Nuo. She thought it was an act of fate for the sword to come into her possession, but in the end, she found herself unable to control it, and now it must return to Lin Nuo.

She was walking the path of Lin Nuo yet couldn’t fully commit; perhaps this too was fate, as the sword ultimately belonged to him.

Lin Nuo reached out and grasped the hilt of the dragon-patterned Demon Sword. He imagined a powerful Demon Soul Power surging through him and thought he would find that feeling of being at home with this sword, gaining back his confidence to turn the tide.

However…

At that moment, he felt none of those sensations; not even a hint of familiarity, it was almost alien to him.

He was better off with his current dragon-phoenix “Demon Sword.”

The sword recognizes its master; Lin Nuo sensed that this sword subtly rejected him.

Unlike in his past life, where they hit it off instantly, this felt different.

Moreover, it lacked the majestic dominating aura; despite appearing imposing on the outside, its Demon Soul Power was insufficiently masculine, leaning instead towards the feminine.

It changed.

No, perhaps it only appeared similar, yet was not that sword.

That sword may no longer exist in this world.

Although Master Jia was a bit shabby, introspectively, he was indeed a master craftsman. Just a glance at a person, if it clicked, he’d forge the right sword for them.

Though his current primary sword was not the legendary Demon Sword of his past, it was indeed comfortable for him to wield.

Lin Nuo sighed lightly and returned the sword to Liu Shuqin.

“It’s merely an outer resemblance. This is your sword; he forged it for you, and it has its reasons for being so. Take it; you can’t control it now, but in the future, you will.”

“Junior Brother… isn’t this your sword? The Demon Sword that accompanied you in your battles… Though I kept it hidden, I’m sorry. But now that you know, it ultimately returns to you.”

“I’ll say it again. It’s not that sword; that sword is already gone. This one was forged for you, so take it.”

“Hmm…”

Lin Nuo’s words carried deep meaning, but Liu Shuqin had yet to fully grasp their significance.

Is this sword mine? Isn’t this the sword my junior brother used in his past life? Didn’t he always desire to find it?

If so, then I won’t push it.

Liu Shuqin accepted the sword and then returned it to the spirit circle.

Ling Meng and Ruo’er watched, completely baffled; they couldn’t understand the conversation between Lin Nuo and Liu Shuqin at all—what was this about his sword, her sword, and a sword that died? Did they have some hidden past?

It was quite intriguing.

“Okay, you were right. She indeed has a similar sword. She hid it well, and I somewhat admire your ability to see through it. As for that Demon Artisan, you must have some idea.”

Lin Nuo turned around to speak again with the representatives from the Demon Realm.

“Hehe, I can naturally see that. After all, there are swords forged by him found in the Demon Realm. That’s quite an incredible family of Demon Artisans. What a pity, they’ve left the Demon Realm and entered the human world.”

“So you all want to get a hold of him?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Of course we want to, but we can’t force it. Well, let’s get back to business; we need you to open this crack. We are eager to cooperate, and if the demons from the Demon Realm can come to the human world, it would be a huge boost for you.”

The other party continued to paint a rosy picture, but Lin Nuo definitely wouldn’t fall for it.

“Although I would love to do so, our King currently has to deal with those cultivators and cannot spare the time. We will discuss it another day.”