Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 51 Blood-Rusted Broken Sword, a Divine and Demonic Weapon?

At his level of cultivation, an immortal herb is nothing more than a means to prolong life.

He's tried it before, but if he continues to take it, the effect won't be very good.

And what's the point of living so long?

His entire body was being eroded by the cold poison, making him feel extremely painful.

Now, a pot of spirit wine filled him with vitality, and his body was no longer cold but warm.

After saying this, the old eunuch coughed lightly, his eyes gleaming: "Your Highness Qiye, do you have any more of this kind of spirit wine?"

Li Qiye smiled calmly and said, "Haha, senior, you can have as many as you want."

Putting aside the fact that he himself controlled the Nanming Li Fire, as long as the spiritual energy doesn't run out, the Nanming Li Fire will remain.

Once the Vermilion Bird hatches, it will always have the Southern Bright Fire. As long as the true meaning of the Southern Bright Fire is transmitted into the spirit wine, this effect can be achieved.

For Li Qiye, this was something he could achieve with a simple gesture.

Moreover, such spiritual wine would only be useful to the old man, because he was corroded by the cold poison and his cultivation was still very profound.

If an ordinary person drank this kind of wine, they would be roasted alive.

After saying this, Li Qiye clearly noticed that the old eunuch's breathing became rapid.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. It seemed that the old man's cultivation technique was of the yin and cold nature, which caused the cold poison in his body to be produced and could not be removed, making him suffer from the erosion of the cold poison.

This is somewhat similar to the Goddess of War, except that the Goddess of War suffers greatly from the evil spirits of war.

"Then..."

The old man swallowed hard and asked.

"I'll come to visit you often in the future. Your place is quite quiet, which I like. I hope you won't mind if I bother you, senior."

Li Qiye said with a smile.

"Your Highness, what are you saying?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's smile deepened, and he opened the wine jug, taking a generous sip of the spiritual wine.

"Your Highness Qiye, thank you for the spirit wine. I have nothing to give you in return. Although my cultivation technique is quite good, it is not very suitable for Your Highness Qiye..."

The old man sighed with regret as he spoke, but then, as if remembering something, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a tug from the side, a gap was torn open in the space.

"As expected, he is a Saint Realm expert."

Upon seeing this, Li Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly.

If it was just speculation before, it has now been confirmed.

Only by reaching the realm of a sage can one easily tear through space and create a unique little world to store one's own things.

This small world is somewhat similar to a spatial ring, but it is safer and more stable.

Some of the more complete little worlds can even contain living beings, which is actually the origin of the term "secret realm".

If a powerful figure falls, his personal world will become a secret realm.

After searching the small space, the old man quickly produced a rusty, broken sword.

"This……"

Upon seeing this, Li Qiye frowned.

Then the old man glanced at Li Qiye and said with a smile, "Your Highness Qiye, don't underestimate this thing."

"This is what I accompanied back then..."

"In short, I obtained it in an ancient secret realm when I was accompanying one of the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Don't be fooled by the rusty appearance of this broken sword. It is actually an extraordinary divine weapon. I was able to survive back then thanks to this broken sword."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiye couldn't help but take another look at the broken sword.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed in surprise, "This isn't rust!" The old man nodded in agreement, saying, "Your Highness has excellent eyesight; this isn't rust, it's blood rust!"

"Your Highness, the power of this broken sword lies not in the sword itself, but in the bloodstains it has stained."

"According to my guess, this is most likely the blood of some ancient god or demon from the ancient times. Because the other party's blood was too domineering, it remained on this sword and will not decay even after countless years!"

The old man voiced his guess, though a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

The old man smiled and looked at Li Qiye, saying, "I don't have anything worth mentioning, and Your Highness wouldn't be interested in ordinary things. Consider this broken sword as payment for the spirit wine."

"Senior, if you put it that way, then I will accept it without being impolite."

Li Qiye said with a smile.

He then took the broken sword from the old man's hand.

The old man was taken aback. He thought Li Qiye would postpone it, but he didn't expect him to accept it so readily.

This tenth prince is quite different from before. Although he respects him greatly, he is not afraid of him and treats him as a senior.

However, the old man not only did not dislike this, but liked it even more.

The last person to treat him this way was the martial arts madman from thousands of years ago.

The old man thought for a moment and then reminded him, "Your Highness, you must not harm yourself with this broken sword. It is stained with blood and rust, and is an extremely terrifying thing for living beings."

"Although you absorbed the dragon blood from the Dragon Spring Blood Pool, based on my guess, you should be able to use it a few times in a short period of time. If you use it too much, there will definitely be problems. Also..."

At this point, the old man's expression became more serious.

"The broken sword is likely stained with the blood essence of ancient gods and demons. Every time you use it, you will hear the voices of gods and demons, which will disturb your mind."

"Therefore, it is best not to use this weapon if you can avoid it. If you must use it, it is best to be able to kill with one blow and not use it for a long time."

Li Qiye nodded seriously upon hearing the old man's reminder.

Since he said that a long time ago, it's clear he used this broken sword before.

Li Qiye then carefully examined the bloodstained broken sword in his hand. The sword itself was damaged and covered in blood rust, so the patterns on it were not very clear.

However, Li Qiye could vaguely see the character "kill".

This broken sword is likely stained with the blood of gods and demons, so it must have been a weapon of a god or demon.

Things from gods and demons are naturally not ordinary objects.

"Thank you, old man."

Li Qiye expressed his gratitude.

He then carefully put the broken sword into his spatial ring.

"Don't say such things. I've also drunk your wine, and I'll be asking you for more in the future. I just hope Your Highness won't find me annoying."

The old man said with a smile.

His attitude had completely changed, and his eyes were much friendlier.

"Haha, senior, there will definitely be plenty of spirit wine."

Li Qiye said with a smile.

After chatting with the old man for a while, Li Qiye took his leave.

This trip was definitely worthwhile. I originally just came by on the side, but I unexpectedly obtained a divine weapon.

For him, the cost was not a cost at all; it was simply the transfer of the true essence of Nanming Li Huo into the wine.

This kind of business is absolutely guaranteed to make a profit.

"I wonder if my Southern Bright Fire can melt away this blood rust?"

On his way back, Li Qiye couldn't help but think about it.

(End of this chapter)