Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 2 The Damned Swordsman

The sword in the forest is not the first, nor the last.

Soon, a villager noticed something unusual. "Fairy swords! So many fairy swords!"

Everyone looked up at the sky...

"咻咻咻咻~"

The sound of flying swords was endless, and Lin Jian saw several familiar figures among them that the shopkeeper had just opened his eyes for him.

"one million."

"One million and three hundred thousand."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Three hundred thousand..."

The cheapest one, which cost 300,000 medium-grade spirit stones, flew the fastest.

Everyone looks down on you, but you are the most competitive...

A cold and mighty voice echoed hollowly in the distant sky, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

Only then did Lin Jian realize what had happened.

Damn sword cultivator, you have the nerve to use Wanjian Guizong when you go out without a sword?

If you don’t want to take him, then don’t take him. Why did you kidnap my Zi Han?

I just bought the flying sword!
When he thought of this, Lin Jian's eyes turned red.

When Lin Jian thought about the countless days and nights he had worked hard to save up for this flying sword, and even took out a loan of 30,000 spirit stones for it, he felt filled with grief and indignation.

I haven't even had a chance to show off my power with this flying sword, and you've already snatched it away from me?!

In his excitement, Lin Jian no longer cared about maintaining his composure in front of mortals. He used his speed technique to chase after him, "Give me back my flying sword!"

When the pig demon saw the magical sword that made him feel terrified flying away, he could hardly hold back a smile on his face. Suddenly, a strong wind blew past him, and a hole went through his huge head from front to back.

"Let you talk more!"

Pig demon: “?”

……

Lin Jian swore that he had never used the magic of speed to such a fast speed since he started practicing Taoism. He could feel his true energy burning rapidly under this crazy outburst.

But none of this can compare to the pain of losing the flying sword.

Break the defense.

Lin Jian’s defense was truly broken.

Cultivating immortality, cultivating immortality, this one is cultivating to be a hammer immortal!
He gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day. He never misses a day of practicing qigong and has to work several jobs to make money.

All the money he had saved for eight years was gone in one day, and he only had enough to buy a low-quality flying sword made by the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect for practice.

Destroy it!
This guy in the fairy forest doesn't want to repair it anymore.

Catch up and beat them if you can, otherwise restart.

Anyway, I have lost my flying sword, and going back to Tianyuan Demonic Gap will only mean death. It is better to fight to the death with this sword immortal who uses the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.

Anyone who wants to practice Taoism can come. He has had enough of his addiction.

But the sound sounds close, but it gets farther away when you chase it.

After chasing for a long time in the woods, they finally saw the shadows of some flying swords.

Broken... Broken...

All broken.

He walked carefully in the forest on the ground covered with broken flying swords, fearing that these broken swords made of extraordinary materials would pierce the soles of his feet.

"one million."

"One million and three hundred thousand."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Three hundred thousand..."

Amidst the broken swords on the ground, those familiar figures reappeared, and the cheapest one among them was the most evenly broken.

He made sword gestures in the forest, trying to awaken the bond between himself and the flying sword.

"Zi Han?"

"Zi Han? Has anyone seen my Zi Han?"

"Wow!"

Amidst the sound of shattering debris, a dark sword slowly rose from the ground.

Responding to the call from the forest, the flying sword slowly flew straight towards the forest.

Crumbs fell off with every step, and when it flew into Lin Jian's hands, it finally couldn't hold on any longer and broke into eight pieces on the spot.

The already dim spiritual light on the sword completely disappeared, and the last bit of communication between Lin Jian's soul and the sword spirit was completely silent.

The hanging heart finally died...

Lin Jian looked up with red eyes, wanting to see where the damn swordsman who used the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin was hiding.

Doesn't the culprit who caused all this tragedy feel the slightest bit of shame for his evil deeds?!
...and actually saw one.

In the center of the densest concentration of flying swords, a figure in flowing white clothes could be seen in the forest. A white veil covered their face, making their features unclear, but the exposed skin was whiter than snow, with soft and beautiful features.

At this moment, she was lying peacefully on the ground with her eyes closed and her hands behind her head, motionless, as if she was waiting for Yang Guo's favor.

Unfortunately, I am not Zhen Zhibing...

Under normal circumstances, Lin Jian might have admired the other person's graceful figure, but now he just wanted to seek justice for his Zi Han.

There is no doubt that this is the damn swordsman who used the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

"It would be best if you die. If not, I will send you to die again." Lin Jian's voice was full of resentment. In his hand, he was holding a flying sword that he had picked up from the ground and it was barely in the shape of a sword.

When the sword was at his neck, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Her eyes are like stars, and her gaze is full of charm.

Those clear and beautiful eyes looked fixedly at Lin Jian who was holding a sword at his neck, and then glanced down at the sword at his neck.

After blinking twice, the cherry lips beneath the veil gently opened and closed, emitting a clear and pleasant sound, "Are you a disciple of the Demon Worship Sect?"

Lin Jian shook his head.

"Is that the disciple of the Demon Sect?"

Lin Jian shook his head.

"That……"

Lin Jian raised the fragment in his hand and said, "I am the owner of this sword, you stole it from me."

The swordsman pursed his lips, then emphasized, "It's a loan."

"Then return my original sword to me."

The swordsman blinked and told the truth sincerely, "Your sword is dead."

"?"

"You are the one who died with the sword."

"My sword did die immediately, otherwise I wouldn't have used Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin..." the sword cultivator explained sincerely.

"Give me back my sword!" Lin Jian's eyes were red.

"It's already been returned to you."

Lin Jian pressed the broken piece of iron in his hand and asked, "Do you think you are humorous?"

Feeling the cold pressure on his neck, the weak swordsman rationally admitted defeat, "I can compensate."

"Compensation?" Lin Jian was almost laughing with anger. "What are you going to give me? Do you know how many days and nights I've worked hard for this sword? Do you know that I was even on the verge of drowning for this sword? Do you know..."

"I can pay more."

"..." Lin Jian loosened the broken iron sheet, "I have feelings for it."

"How much do you want?"

"One hundred billion, top-grade spirit stones." Lin Jian blurted out.

He knew that this was most likely the closest he would ever be to achieving great success in his career as an immortal cultivator.

I often read stories about rich guys written by poor authors, and they all seem like emperors who come to the earth with a golden hoe. I must never commit the same mistake.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, this is not something that ordinary people are qualified to use.

According to the master, only those rare sword masters can learn this move.

They had never even heard of such a person in the lower nine realms.

Now that this female swordsman can even use this trick, she might be a genius swordsman of the second generation of immortals who came from the upper nine realms. She must be very rich.

"?" The woman's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of confusion. "Do you know what you are saying?"

The numbers might indeed be a bit high.

Lin Jian settled for the next best thing, "One billion, no less."

"Kill me, right now." The graceful neck like a swan moved towards the broken iron sheet. The female swordsman closed her eyes and looked fearless as she faced death.

Lin Jian subconsciously held back his strength, "Then how much compensation can you offer?"

"One million, top-grade spirit stones." The other party opened his eyes again and looked at Lin Jian seriously, "No more."

Lin Jian immediately threw the broken iron piece in his hand into the distance with all his strength, "Deal!"

Then he stretched out his hand, "Where's the money?"

"I didn't cut enough..." Haruyuki closed his eyes in pain and said, "It's in my storage ring."

Lin Jian bent down and tried to flip it over, but was stopped by the other party. "I don't want my ring to be used by others if they find it. No one can open it without my true energy."

Lin Jian frowned, "What about your true energy?"

Haruyuki remained motionless. "Anyone who's not blind can see that I can't even move right now."

"so……"

"So take me away first."

Haruyuki was a little scared.

Afraid that more creditors will come to the door.

What if every guy asks for as much as this kid? She doesn’t have that many spirit stones to compensate.

(End of this chapter)