Don't force me to use my right fist.

Not only that, but the crystallization of goodwill and the crystallization of karma that Zuo You had been longing for had vanished as if they had evaporated; he searched for a long time but couldn't find a single trace of them.

That's fucking stingy!

So, Sōyū's mood, which had improved after venting his frustrations, plummeted again. He found a corner to squat down, and at that moment, he only wished that the MC system inside him wasn't a little smarter, so that he could point his finger at it and give it a good scolding.

Why is it that other people's systems are like fully automated chatbots, and some even allow users to transform into beautiful girls, while my system is just a bare panel with many things I have to figure out myself?

Sōyū, who had shifted from complaining about being a "stingy saigyō-yōkai" (a derogatory term for a savage character) to blaming his own system, suddenly noticed some strange golden light falling towards him from all directions.

Each ray of golden light was as fine and imperceptible as a strand of hair, yet they all converged squarely toward Zuo You.

Looking at the golden light that had fallen on him and then disappeared with some confusion, Zuoyou scratched his head and glanced at his status bar.

After confirming that this thing had no negative effects, Sōyu became even more puzzled.

What's going on? Is it trying to console itself for doing a good deed with some special effects? If it has nothing else to offer, this is it? wJh

With a displeased expression still on his face, Saya muttered a complaint under his breath.

Then, a system notification suddenly popped up in the lower right corner, instantly making his eyes widen and causing him to swallow hard with an incredulous expression.

[Modification mod loading...]

Sayu felt that all his efforts had been worthwhile, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. Nothing is more joyful and pleasant than getting a new mod.

He went to great lengths to deal with strange creatures and monsters, all for the sake of obtaining new mods to strengthen himself, right?

Moreover, just looking at this incredibly cool name is enough to make Zuoyou excited. There's no concept of gods in Minecraft, so you can tell from the name that it must be a powerful mod.

Moreover, Zuo You hadn't forgotten that if he went back to the modern world, it wouldn't be as simple as just returning from here. There were still two real primordial gods waiting for him there. If he didn't find a way to deal with them before going back, he would just be sending them back again.

Therefore, defeating monsters is a must, and becoming stronger is also something we cannot slack off on!

With that thought in mind, Saya dispelled the magic that had kept the red giant standing motionless beside him after completing its last action. He turned it into a ball of flame and it dissipated into the air along with the gradually crumbling obsidian longsword. Then he found a new place to sit down.

Next, we just need to wait for the mod to finish installing, and then see what effects it has.

As for other things, Sōyu didn't feel particularly concerned. Anyway, Tamamo-no-Mae had already said that she would come to pick him up after she finished what she was doing, so he, who was terrible with directions, didn't have to go back by himself.

Sawa, having comfortably found a flat spot to lie down, looked at the sun breaking through the dark clouds in the sky and squinted his eyes contentedly.

What a wonderful world! If only there weren't so many monsters causing trouble. The sky in ancient times was so much purer than it is now.

Just as Sawa wanted to take a leisurely rest, the old man who was supposed to be at the door stopping others from coming in suddenly appeared beside him, staring at the cherry blossom tree that had turned into charcoal and was burning, seemingly lost in thought.

Is it over?

After a long while, the old man's voice, tinged with weariness and relief, came from his direction.

"Yes, it's over."

Saku shifted to a more comfortable position, stretched out his palm towards the sky, and said...

Chapter 422 Are you in such a hurry to die?

"Now that it's over, then this old man should also conclude his mission. After all, young friend, you came here to collect this item, right?"

As if enduring some kind of pain, the old man dug his arm deep into his chest and pulled out a shard of the Shikon Jewel filled with filth. He then turned his head towards Saya.

He had just witnessed Saya putting away the five Shikon Jewel fragments, and after thinking about it for a moment, he understood that this was definitely the fundamental reason why he and the tree spirit had returned to the mortal world.

The reason why the Soul Demon Chronicles still remain in the mortal world is only to prevent the Saigyou Demon from destroying this house and harming other living beings in the vicinity.

Now that Saya has taken care of things, he naturally has no reason to continue living in this world.

He had no regrets in his previous life, and being able to see this clear sky again after being reborn was the best reward for him.

As for the two Shikon Jewel fragments inside him, they could be left to Saya as a memento or as payment for helping him eliminate the Saigyou Ayakashi; both would be good choices.

Saya's lips twitched, stopping the old man from taking out the remaining Shikon Jewel fragment from his body and handing it to him.

He genuinely had no desire for the Shikon Jewel. To be honest, Sawa's only reason for wanting to collect the Shikon Jewel was to lure out the demons associated with it.

This thing might be very important to other people, but to him, it's nothing more than a toy.

“Young friend Zuoyou, I have nothing left to repay you with. Besides these two items, all I have left are my two swords. However, they were also formed by this mysterious power, so even if I wanted to give them to you, I couldn’t.”

Looking helplessly at Saya, the old man, who hated nothing more than being in debt, naturally knew that once the Shikon Jewel was taken out, he would die. But compared to that, what he didn't want even more was to owe Saya a favor.

"Well, I really don't need those two things you have anymore. Why don't you reconsider? Is there anything you want to do that you can't accomplish?"

Just like trying to persuade someone who has lost all meaning in life and is contemplating suicide to find a reason to live, Saya gave a bitter smile.

How could this old man be in such a hurry to die? Even if he's very easygoing, he shouldn't do these things in front of me. Doesn't he think it's bad luck?

Besides, Saga had been eyeing his swordsmanship for a long time, and it would be a huge loss to just let him die like that.

"Do I have any regrets? I have lived a life without regrets."

Seeing that Zuoyou wouldn't let him become a Buddha anytime soon, the old man smiled, placed his longsword flat in front of him, and then looked up at the sky and said.

At least for the old man, there was really nothing to regret or feel remorse about. Death was just a natural end to his life. Having witnessed so much in his life, he now felt that returning to sleep was nothing special.

"That old man, you really are carefree."

Zuoyou breathed a sigh of relief and lay down after seeing him sit down. Since the old man could say such a thing so frankly, it meant that he probably really had no expectations. As for the existence of the dead in this era that he was no longer familiar with, perhaps returning to death once again was his destiny.

"However, old man, have you forgotten something? Could you give me a specific answer to what we discussed when I came in? I'm really looking forward to it."

Sōyū tilted his head to look at the sword in the old man's hand. He remembered it clearly; they had agreed that he would come to ask the old man for swordsmanship advice after he dealt with the Saigō-yōkai, although the old man hadn't agreed yet.

"Hmm, ha, that was truly my oversight. I certainly remember your request, young friend."

The old man slapped his forehead, straightened up with a hearty laugh, and even put the Shikon Jewel shard he had taken out of his body back in.

"Since you are interested in my swordsmanship, young friend, I am willing to teach it to you. However, my swordsmanship is not ordinary; even I myself cannot fully master it."

Holding his twin swords upright in front of him, the old man smiled as he looked at the lying-down Saya.

The old man had always thought highly of Sōyū's kendo potential, and now that Sōyū had taken the initiative to ask to learn his swordsmanship, the old man was even more pleased.

But as he said, the swordsmanship he used was all self-taught; teaching others wasn't his forte. How much Sawa could learn depended on his own comprehension in actual combat.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for, sir. I may not be good at other things, but when it comes to being tough and persistent, I've never been afraid of anyone, okay?"

Zuo Youyi flipped over and jumped up from the ground. This kind of skill, which was outside the system and was learned entirely by his own comprehension, was what he looked forward to the most.

Nobody knows when their Minecraft system might suddenly malfunction, and when that happens, they'll have to rely on themselves.

Therefore, Sawa had long ago added sword training to his training schedule, even placing it after his daily farming routine.

"Young friend, if we shouldn't delay, shall we begin? I won't be instructing you on the movements and techniques; how much you learn depends on your comprehension."

In an instant, his aura transformed from that of a white-haired old man who had taken life and death lightly into that of a stern teacher. Youki gripped the twin swords in front of him, nodded to Saya, and then spoke.

"Bring it on, Mr. Yaoji."

Following the old man's movements, Saya, wielding both the Tsukuyomi sword and another large dachi that had been gathering dust in his backpack for a long time, respectfully addressed him as "Teacher" and then focused all his attention on the old man in front of him.

Chapter 423 Sword Practice and Mining

The house, which had finally quieted down, became lively again.

However, the reason this time was due to the two figures that kept passing each other in the courtyard.

The sound of long swords clashing echoed continuously in the courtyard, repeating like the sound of blacksmithing.

With each passing moment, Zuo You would inevitably acquire one or two more sword marks from the longsword.

Relying solely on his own strength and speed, and even with his pride in his power suppressed to a level comparable to the old man in front of him, he could only be relentlessly crushed by his opponent.

Fortunately, just as he had said, Sawa was incredibly resilient. The demon king, who had initially worried that if he had gone too far and Sawa was a living person, wouldn't be able to recover quickly, completely abandoned any thought of holding back after seeing Sawa simply put some food in his mouth and his wounds heal automatically.

Only wounds can make Saga remember these moves, and only the pain inflicted on his hands can make him remember his mistakes.

Swordsmen always fight with all their might. If you deliberately hold back, you won't be able to reach that level quickly.

Furthermore, Sawa's approach of disregarding all external forces was something that Soul Reaper greatly admired. A swordsman is a pure swordsman; perhaps he could later incorporate other powers.

"Too slow! Not because your reaction is too slow, but because your sword swing is too slow. Don't think about where your sword should land; what you need to do is understand where your sword will land on its own, and then coordinate with it!"

Another old man passed by Saya, leaving another wound on Saya's chest. He turned around with a stern face and shouted at Saya.

Sōyū's comprehension and learning abilities are actually terrifying. In less than half a day of fighting between the two of them, he had already grasped the basics of swordsmanship and could even parry his own attacks.

Moreover, this was done without Saya using any of his special abilities. While it could be said that he had some talent involved, the most important thing is that this guy's comprehension is truly excellent.

"Observe and see clearly how I attack. Make sure your body, and even the knife in your hand, remember every swing and the timing of my attack!"

The old man, who had once again brushed past Saya while wielding two swords, shook the blood off the blade of his sword and narrowed his eyes as he continued to look at Saya in front of him.

Although he is actually a junior who has inherited his swordsmanship, Saya is different from that person. The time he can teach him like this will definitely not be long. Without some heavy-handed methods, Saya definitely will not be able to learn so quickly.

At this moment, Sōyu calmed down completely, ignoring the wounds on his body that kept breaking open and then gradually healing, and ignoring the pain coming from the wounds.

Even the notification sound indicating that the mod was installed didn't pull him out of his reverie, which was fixed on the long sword in the old man's hand.

With only the two swords, one long and one short, in his eyes, Saya mechanically copied the old man's movements, like a human camera recording every sword-wielding motion into his mind.

Each encounter added more wounds to Saiyu's body, but each encounter also allowed Saiyu to gain some insights and achievements.

Few people who play Minecraft lack patience. In Saya's view, the training of swordsmanship is essentially the same as mining.

The only difference was that the motion of waving a manuscript was replaced by wielding a sword; the monotonous chiseling of stone felt like each meaningless swing of the knife.

The minerals obtained along the way are equivalent to the insights gained in swordsmanship.

Practicing the way of the sword is simply carving out a mine tunnel within one's own heart, leading to the mastery of swordsmanship.

Having figured this out, Sawa seemed to have opened a completely new door. The long sword in his hand felt like an extension of his body, and he finally understood the power of the Soul Demon.

The old man's sword-wielding movements were no longer as obscure and difficult to understand as imagined. Before the eyes could even memorize them, the Crescent Moon Blade in the hand had already naturally replicated the old man's movements, as if it had secretly learned them from each previous clash of blades.

"Human Talisman [Present World Slash]"

Muttering the name of the move, Saya gripped the Tsukuyomi Blade and transformed into a streak of light, colliding once again with the oncoming Yokai.

This time, however, the speed of the cherry blossom-colored Yuzuki Blade even surpassed that of the longsword in Yoki's hand. Before his blade could reach the trajectory that Sōyū's blade was supposed to follow, it had already swung past his waist.

After a brief exchange, Sōyu stood behind the white-haired old man, slowly sheathing his Crescent Moon Blade while inwardly savoring the moment he had just clashed with him.