Chapter 304: Is This Really the Name a Sword Should Have?
A tiger was frantically running through the forest, occasionally stopping to observe its surroundings with suspicion—probably worried that the trees might be hiding a conspiracy or at least a squirrel with an attitude.
Originally, it thought, these humans had no idea the target was actually it. Even if it curled up in a cave and was found by those in black robes, it wouldn’t be a big deal—probably just a little annoyed, but no harm done. That was, until it realized it might have been too naïve.
Suddenly, those mysterious black-robed folks lost their minds entirely. They went full berserk, killing everything they saw—big enough to be a black bear, small enough to be a mouse—coming through as if the forest was a slaughterhouse. Not a single creature was spared. Victims littered the forest floor like confetti.
The tiger, realizing escape was the only way out, had to turn tail again and run for its life.
Meanwhile, the feeling on the faces of those black-robed guys hunting for the Immortal Corpse’s arm wasn’t exactly “chill.” More like “please tell me this is a myth.”
“Cunning!” one of them roared, pounding a huge tree into the ground as if venting frustration. He’d assumed, before, that it was the Demon Path or the so-called “righteous way” fighting over the corpse, completely ignoring the Monster Tribe’s involvement.
After days of hunting with nothing to show for it—no clues, no trace—the realization finally hit him: if the thief wasn’t a human but a demon, then it made perfect sense. Why bother sneaking about? Just hide in the forest—difficult to spot a little demon hiding among trees.
And he couldn’t help feeling humiliated. He, a mighty black-robed hunter, had been outsmarted by a tiny monster.
Thankfully, he was still cautious—he’d left some men outside the forest to keep watch. He was confident that the little demon was still hiding within these woods.
Just as he pondered whether to burn the mountains down to flush out the demon, a grim-faced Black Dragon arrived, striding over with a dark expression:
“Is it not over yet?”
“Almost there! Almost!” The black-robed man’s face twitched with impatience. “If you’re in such a hurry, why don’t we work together and force that d*mn demon out!”
He was tired of hiding secrets now. His only goal was to catch that pesky demon and reclaim what was rightfully his—specifically, the Immortal Corpse.
“Ha, just a heads-up: those two princes got wind of this. They’re heading this way,” the Black Dragon sneered, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. “Honestly, I regret teaming up with the Divine Monarch of the Demon Path. All they do is make trouble—completely useless.”
He thought a moment, then his eyes flickered with murderous intent.
“You leaked info?” The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, staring at the Black Dragon suspiciously.
The Black Dragon almost burst out laughing. “How could a mountain-wide secret be kept from everyone else? Do you really think it’s that easy?”
Suddenly, the black-robed man seemed to remember something. He paced back and forth, excitement replacing frustration.
“Even if the mountain was sealed so that others noticed, you never showed your face. The princes—at most—they just got suspicious and asked around. But instead of digging further, they headed straight here.”
“Exactly! It was those d*mn Monster Tribe members again! They’ve been working with one of the princes—no doubt they leaked the info. And now they’re trying to let their own escape.”
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded. These monsters weren’t afraid of anything, daring to steal from the Divine Monarch himself.
“So, what now?” The Black Dragon wasn’t particularly concerned about how the info got out. The key was how to cover his tracks or distance himself from the Divine Monarch.
“This means they’re cornered,” the black-robed man chuckled. “You go stop the princes. I believe we’ll catch that demon in no time!”
The Black Dragon clenched his fists, pondering whether to k*ll the black-robed guy for revealing too much. But considering the divine prestige of the Divine Monarch, he finally loosened his grip.
“Better if it ends that way,” he muttered, then turned and left. The black-robed man watched his retreating back with a sneer.
Serves him right for being so indecisive—no wonder he’s stuck hiding in the shadows, no chance of becoming emperor.
As he took a few steps forward, preparing some more extreme measures, he suddenly looked up at the sky:
“Who?”
A fierce surge of energy blasted upward, causing a loud explosion above. The black-robed man’s brow furrowed slightly, and in the next sec—poof! He appeared right at the site of the blast.
But oddly, he found no enemy hiding there.
“What the heck is that?” he wondered aloud, suspicion rising. Still, the strange event sparked a sense of urgency in his heart, as he quickly searched the forest for hiding monsters.
Meanwhile, across the scene:
“Quite easier than I expected. Don’t those Divine Monarch’s people know about the Image Retainer?” Shui Xi Yu whispered, gently fingering her device.
She couldn’t believe she managed to record such a scene unnoticed. The moment the images started transmitting, a faint ripple of spiritual energy alerted the other side.
Too late now, she thought—she activated her self-destruction array and sent the images over. Now her device held several pictures, revealing the scene of those black robes talking with the Black Dragon.
With this, she figured, she could finally ask the Sacred Land for help.
“Black Dragon, just you wait—I will avenge my mother!”
…
“Little Seven is also Yuan Ying now? You’re progressing fast!” Bai Feng looked at the little girl standing outside the door, smiling as he tousled her hair.
Little Seven didn’t dodge. Her eyes squinted in contentment, like a kitten basking in the warmth of her master’s touch.
“By the way, since you’re already Yuan Ying, it’s time for a new outfit.”
Bai Feng suddenly remembered something. He brought Little Seven inside, then rummaged through his usual weapons stash, selecting a few.
“See if any catch your eye. If not, I’ll craft new ones.”
He laid several swords before her—crafted during his regular weapon experiments. Every one was crafted with care, high-quality blades designed to impress.
“Then… I pick this one.”
Little Seven immediately spotted a sword that looked like white jade, with a pale, almost shimmering surface. The blade seemed carved from a piece of pure jade, adorned with faint floral patterns, though it looked more like a display piece than a battlefield tool.
“You really just picked the priciest one, huh?” Bai Feng chuckled, ruffling her hair again. “This sword is my attempt at integrating array runes. It didn’t succeed fully, but the quality’s still top-notch. The runes are intact; just not as flashy as I hoped.”
Little Seven looked a bit puzzled but nodded. She reached out and took the white sword, lifting her head to ask:
“Brother, does this sword have a name?”
“Little White No.3. Don’t ask where No.1 and No.2 are,” Bai Feng replied casually. His weapon-naming was more about convenience than elegance—he often made several at once.
He also knew the name wasn’t very fitting, so he didn’t insist.
“What about calling it Bai Little Seven?” Little Seven suggested, eyes shining with innocence.
…
Is this really the name a sword should have?
