Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 16 An Sheng: New, Purely New

"New, brand new, undisputed new."

Having lived two lives, An Sheng had seen many treasures and naturally possessed a keen eye. He merely glanced at the demonic sword Mei Yun handed him and lightly touched it, and immediately knew that Mei Yun's bottom line was shallow.

In fact, An Sheng had already concluded that the sword Mei Yun was holding was definitely not an ordinary sword.

It is a sword that is a level below 'ordinary', an inferior sword.

It is a modern handicraft, deliberately aged to imitate artifacts from the Primordial Era.

Demon sword?

Model sword.

It wasn't that An Sheng didn't want to take this job, but the collateral was just too worthless. If word got out, it would seriously damage the market price and harm his reputation as the Impermanent Demon in the industry. People would think he was a junk collector.

"impossible."

Young Master Mei coldly transmitted his voice, "My judgment is not mistaken. This is the Thousand-Year Demon Sword that I acquired from the auction house at a high price. This is a divine weapon. When I use it, it can cut through iron like mud. It is incomparably sharp and no one can withstand it!"

A pearl covered in dust, unrecognized by anyone.

This is exactly how it should be, this is how things should develop.

This demon is definitely talking nonsense. If this sword is fake, how could it be so sharp when I wield it?

"Is it possible that you're just simple-minded and have a lot of energy?" An Sheng suggested.

The more he looked at it, the more absurd it seemed. This mock sword wasn't even sharpened; what kind of toy sword was it?
I was scammed by the auction house.
Impossible! This demon must be trying to corrupt my Daoist heart.

Mei Yun's eyes widened slightly. Under the black cloth, his expression, which had been as calm and unchanging as a still well for thousands of years, finally showed a slight fluctuation.

Those who cultivate the sword naturally value a firm and pure sword heart. And Young Master Mei's sword heart, the sword heart of this innate sword body, will not be shaken by An Sheng's few words.

Mei Yun thrust the sword back at An Sheng, refusing to admit he'd been tricked, and shouted, "Hey, look at the sword again!"

I'm not watching anymore.

An Sheng hates encountering this type of stubborn person the most; there's no need to look at such a slapstick piece of trash again.

Moreover, when you encounter such a stubborn person, the more you look at him, the more anxious you become.

He took a step back to indicate that he wouldn't look anymore, but Mei Yun persisted. As An Sheng retreated, he advanced; as An Sheng took a step back, he took a step forward, all the while shouting, "Look at the sword! Look at the sword again!"

This scene appeared extremely mysterious to those around them.

But then, Young Master Mei unleashed a barrage of sword strikes like raindrops, the cold light flashing in the room like thunder in the sky.

Despite this, the Impermanent Demon Prince was even more superior. His seemingly ordinary steps were perfectly timed to dodge every sword strike from Mei Yun. The ancient sword that had once beheaded the thousand-year-old ancestor did not even graz the hem of the Impermanent Demon Prince's clothes.

Mei Yun dared not brush against An Sheng's clothes, as An Sheng was dressed entirely in designer Taoist robes, and Mei Yun could not afford to pay for any damage.

"Look at the sword!"

"Look at the sword again!"

"Look again! Look at this sword energy!"

When he got emotional, he even forgot to use telepathy.

Every time he offered the sword to An Sheng, An Sheng would dodge it by sidestepping.

Seeing An Sheng's carefree and elegant appearance, Nine-Dragon's evaluation of the Impermanent Demon Prince rose to another level. He thought that if it were him, he would probably have been chopped into mincemeat by Young Master Mei.

No wonder he was sentenced to life imprisonment while I could only go to a juvenile detention center.

An Sheng's imprisonment felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on Nine-Dragon.

“New, brand new,” An Sheng said calmly as she backed away. “Undeniably new.”

Mei Yun became even more anxious.

Nine-Dragon then understood.

Although Young Master Mei's sword strike was a resounding success, making him an instant star and a leading figure among the younger generation of the demonic path.

But in the eyes of a seasoned demon like the Impermanent Demon Prince, Young Master Mei was no different from a newcomer; he was new, completely new, and undeniably new.

Time slowly passed, and dusk was almost settling into the mountains and tombs. The interrogation was about to end, and the Fengdu drum and bell rang for the last time. The grand trial was about to begin.

"The torture session is scheduled to begin in fifteen minutes. Please proceed to the designated venue."

An Sheng had looked at the sword countless times; he was completely numb to it. He was worried that when the trial began, Mei Yun would ask him to look at the sword again.

This young master Mei is quite a character.

"Stop looking, you're right about everything."

Helpless, he sent a telepathic message to Mei Yun, choosing to comply, and said in the message...
"During the trial later, I won't take the sword. I'll think of another way for you."

Upon hearing An Sheng's words, Mei Yun stopped, and the cold light that filled the sky immediately subsided. He sheathed his sword, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth beneath the black cloth. "My sword heart is correct."

Seeing that Mei Yun had finally sheathed her sword, the onlookers around breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the two could not determine a winner in this contest, they could judge for themselves who was superior. Mei Yun's sword, though capable of cleaving through millennia with a single strike, was meaningless if it couldn't kill.

Young Master Mei's sword strikes appeared swift as the wind, but An Sheng dodged them all with ordinary steps. In this duel, the latter did not make a single move, which shows that his skill level had surpassed that of the other.

Looking at their expressions, after the battle, Young Master Mei's face was slightly flushed, while the Impermanent Demon Prince remained calm and composed. It was clear that An Sheng had won this time.

Nevertheless, it cannot be said that Wuchang Mozi is necessarily stronger than Mei Yun, because the latter is still blindfolded.

Legend has it that when Master Mei the Third was dueling with someone, he disdained to use his eyes. He would cover his eyes with a black cloth and judge the enemy's sword moves with his mind's eye. He controlled the sword with his mind, rather than with his eyes, and defeated the enemy with his intention, rather than with his strength.

The moment the swordsman opened his eyes, the heavens and earth collapsed.

He has already reached the highest level of swordsmanship.

In this duel, neither side went all out; An Sheng did not make a move, and Mei Yun did not open her eyes.
Nine-Dragon sighed inwardly, truly a pair of outstanding figures in the demonic sect. With such two talents, the demonic path is bound to prosper, and the great era of the Nine Netherworlds is about to arrive.

Before the great era arrives, one must not neglect one's spiritual practice.

He looked at the tattoo on his arm and decided to get another dragon tattooed.

Regardless of what those around them thought, the duel had finally come to an end.

"I can help you."

An Sheng sighed and transmitted his voice to Mei Yun.

Investing in this future sword immortal won't do me any harm, since he cultivates immortality through connections.

Of course, it's impossible to take the blame for someone else's mistakes.

“But the prerequisite is that you must answer my questions truthfully,” An Sheng said. “And you must cooperate with my plan.”

Mei Yun nodded to An Sheng, which was considered an agreement.

In addition to the large, centralized area for torture, the court also has single cells, but the fees are quite high.

An Sheng spent one spirit stone to rent the cell for ten minutes. As the iron gate slammed shut and the shielding talisman was affixed, all conversations inside the cell would be kept secret.

He settled into the chair and asked his first question to Mei Yun: "So, how did you find me?"

Logically speaking, his face and name should not have been revealed, but Mei Yun recognized An Sheng immediately.

This doesn't make sense. Because in her previous life, Mei Yun didn't know An Sheng at all, and they had no interaction during this ordeal.

"It's very simple."

Mei Yun said coldly, revealing his extraordinary wisdom:
“Every time I meet someone, I say to them, ‘You fickle demon, An Sheng, I’ve found you.’”

"And you were the only one who didn't get furious and didn't say anything to me like—"

"Brother, I haven't offended you, have I? How dare you insult me, An Sheng, with such vulgar language?"

People who say things like, "Even if you criticize me for being rude, you can't criticize me for being peaceful."

"After all, even the most well-mannered person can't remain calm and composed when being scolded to their face."

Young Master Mei nodded confidently, "So you must be An Sheng herself."

An Sheng's face darkened. This Third Young Master Mei was truly a strange person, utterly lacking in manners.

It turns out that the reason they didn't cross paths in their past lives was because they didn't have time to ask An Sheng.

How did this extraordinary person later attain enlightenment through swordsmanship and become a sword immortal?

He looked at Mei Yun, who still had a cold and aloof demeanor, her gray eyes hidden under the black cloth, and her whole body exuded the aloofness of an assassin.

An Sheng thought for a moment and then asked her second question:

"I heard from others that you have a rare innate sword physique, one in a thousand years, but later tests revealed a flaw in your sword physique, which led to the annulment of the engagement?"

"They didn't even get the bride price back?"

An Sheng was quite curious about this secret. What major flaws could an innate sword body possibly have?

According to the classical ideal of benevolent rule, it is mostly due to acquired factors, that is, the innate Dao bone is gone.
Or is there a thieving old man hiding in the sword, using the 'Mountain-Moving Technique' to steal spiritual energy?

An Sheng looked at the black cloth covering Mei Yun's eyes. Could it be that there was something wrong with his eyes? Had his spiritual eye been dug out and transplanted?
"it's not true."

Mei Yun pondered for a long while, then turned his face away. After another long pause, he said coldly,
"Brother An, you must not tell anyone this secret."

An Sheng nodded solemnly.

Mei Yun stared intently at An Sheng.

"Actually, it's because I'm severely squeamish about blood; I'll foam at the mouth and faint if I see even a drop of blood."

Mei Yun said proudly,

"After falling off the cliff, I had no choice but to cultivate at the bottom of the cliff in the dark for three years before I mastered the ultimate skill of killing people while covered by a black cloth!"

(End of this chapter)