The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World C.456 - 277: Sword Maiden? Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Legion – Part 2

Chapter 456: Chapter 277: Sword Maiden? Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Legion – Part 2

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After a moment of contemplation, Feng Qing’an made a decision. Stepping through the air, he moved toward the blood pool below. A gust of wind then pierced through his middle finger — the Pericardium Meridian of Hand Jueyin. Although he didn’t plan to let out his blood essence, he still meticulously chose the spot to draw blood.

A round bead of blood always descended from Feng Qing’an’s fingertip. But even before this bead of blood fell, his wound had already healed — a testament to the vitality of his body. Although he was still a long way from regenerating limbs like those Mixed Element Realm Martial Artists, the exact difference was something even he did not know.

After all, his robust vitality came from the feedback received from Black Mountain and Sen Miao, as well as the life force bestowed to him by the solar tree.

These could not be measured by the standards of Human Race martial arts. He could merely make an educated guess at the strength of his physical body now. Feng Qing’an didn’t think it suitable to cut off his arm for the sake of seeing whether his robust life force could regenerate a lost limb.

Turning from those distractions, the blood that Feng Qing’an had drawn dropped onto the crystalline jade-like sword below.

The moment his blood landed on the sword hilt, it blended right in. It seemed as if they were originally one or as if the sword was a starved beast that had been eagerly waiting to devour the rare food it received.

Zing~

The very moment Feng Qing’an’s blood melded with this sword, which had been still as a dead object since being forged, it suddenly began to tremble. Wave after wave of bloodred spirit light erupted from it, causing the blood pool to ripple ceaselessly, as though it was a river or lake under a raging storm, creating immense waves of blood.

Hum hum hum~

As the Demon Subduing Sword hummed and vibrated, the previously radiating waves of bloodred spirit light rapidly drew back, converging atop the sword, coalescing into the vague silhouette of a blood-colored ferocious tiger.

Feng Qing’an watched expressionlessly as these changes unfolded in the sword. Nothing was beyond his expectations nor brought any surprises. Even the emergence of the sword spirit after his blood dripped onto it wasn’t strange at all.

Zing~

As if picking up on the thoughts of Feng Qing’an, the crystalline sword in the blood pool issued another long sword hum. Then, under the slightly changed expression of Feng Qing’an, the tiger shadow atop the sword underwent dramatic changes, transforming into a blurry, distorted form before eventually beginning to take on a human shape.

“Hmm?!”

Under the somewhat expectant gaze of the young man, the silhouette suddenly became much clearer, turning from unreal to real. Even the facial features were now visible, revealing a cute, baby-faced visage, androgynous in its innocence.

Witnessing this transformation, Feng Qing’an’s face turned rather peculiar. The scene unfolding before him was clearly the birth of a sword spirit under the nurturing influence of his blood. But why was it that the appearance of the sword spirit seemed to change according to his thoughts?

Do you see me as a god or a human?

I see you as a blond beast-eared loli!

The moment he realized that the sword spirit could transform according to his thoughts, a previously unseen scene unexpectedly popped up in Feng Qing’an’s mind. But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he abruptly realized something wasn’t right.

Because the androgynous, doll-like, blood-colored sword spirit was now standing atop the sword hilt. And under the sudden spur of his thought, the originally faint humanoid shape of the sword spirit began to solidify, revealing a gentle, modestly defined petite figure.

“Damn it!”

After sizing up this petite figure, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but curse under his breath. This didn’t match his preferences in the slightest. However, a stray thought had suddenly sprung to his mind the moment he discovered that the sword spirit could transform according to his thoughts.

“Put some clothes on.”

As his words fell, the newly born sword spirit, a puzzled look on her face, stared blankly at Feng Qing’an. And as another thought crossed Feng Qing’an’s mind, an understand dawned on the small figure’s face. She moved her hand elegantly as though to dress herself.”

The blood pool that had gradually calmed down once again stirred up ripples, as strands of crimson silk surged from the pool and coiled around the sword spirit’s bare jade body, forming a splendid red palace dress.Seeing such an obedient sword spirit, Feng Qing’an fell silent again, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Because just as the random thought that had crossed his mind had suggested, the newly born sword spirit in front of him had golden hair, beasty ears, a petite figure, and even a tiger tail that wagged back and forth behind her. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Under the gaze of this pure and yet bewildered sword spirit, Feng Qing’an felt somewhat guilty. However, probably due to the influence of the sword, this clear-eyed little spirit had a tempting demonic charm about her, carrying a trace of bewitching intent.

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“Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin.”

Confronting the sword spirit that had arisen from his stray thoughts, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but recite the Buddha’s name like a devout monk, and then immediately turned and walked away with no intention to linger.

As if running from something, Feng Qing’an left the Demon-Suppressing Hall, going straight to the sixth layer of Cave Sky. He glanced at the blazing sun tree, noting its robust growth condition, and then prepared to leave. However, as soon as he lifted his foot, his face turned deathly pale.

“Dear Master!”

A soft and seductive voice sounded, which was enough to make Feng Qing’an disgusted. It even caused his teeth to ache.

Standing in his line of sight was a petite girl with a beautiful and seductive face. Her hands were behind her back, and on her delicate face dotted with snake scales, she wore a flattery expression.

Yes, she had nine heads. On her slender teenage body, there were nine identical heads. Due to her narrow shoulders, which couldn’t carry so many heads at the same time, the necks connecting these heads to the body were as long as snakes.

Faced with such a horrifying and bizarre existence, Feng Qing’an fell silent for a moment before putting down his foot that was about to step out of the Cave Sky. He appeared before the nine-headed girl, raised his arm, flexed his fingers into a fist enveloped with lightning and cyclones, and then smashed it down.

Boom——

In between the rumbling thunder and the raging wind, the terrible nine-headed girl immediately exploded into currents, which then dispersed into the sky and transformed into a form familiar to Feng Qing’an.

“Master, did you dislike the way I transformed myself? If you didn’t like it, I can change again…”

A humongous head fell from the sky, the tone carrying a hint of hurt and confusion. It had clearly seen, the sword spirit, who should have transformed into a tiger-like creature, was turned into a charming half-demon teenage girl under the intervention of her master.

Clearly, he seemed satisfied, so why treat him differently when he turned into a half-demon girl? With just a single thought, he threw a punch at him.

This was really unfair!

“Enough, Jiuling, I am quite satisfied with your current form. You don’t need to change into anything else.”

Feng Qing’an restrained his anger, pushing it down deep inside of him, reminding himself over and over again in his heart: don’t let your emotions show on the surface, always keep your emotions in check, no matter what happens.

“But, Master, I clearly saw…”

“I’m warning you one last time, if you dare to change back into that appearance just now, I will find a secret method to erase you.”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t bear it any longer. He could understand this creature trying to figure out his thoughts, employing various methods to please him, trying to win his favor, but why would it turn into such a horrifying and bizarre form to block his way after figuring it out?

This creature has been with the human race for more than one or two days now, would anyone of the human race have such a bizarre taste? His tastes may be broadened, but it definitely does not include these strange and weird species. At the very least, it has to look like a human.