The Sword Spirit's true form had vanished from Evan Chu’s sight, but a tiny hole was left on his earlobe. "Consider this a lesson! How dare you stare at this lady’s body—you totally deserved it!"
Evan Chu felt like crying but couldn’t shed a tear. She’d already seen every inch of him! Besides, when she appeared just now, her body was half-shrouded in light and totally unreal—he was being wronged here!
"Luna, you’re so beautiful!" Evan Chu grinned, staring at the tiny glowing sword hovering in front of his brow—it was impossible not to smile.
"Of course I’m beautiful! Are you falling for me?" The little sword echoed with Luna’s familiar, teasing voice.
"Saying I’m not moved would be a lie. Someday, when you’ve regained your real body, I’ll make you my woman!" Evan Chu declared seriously, not caring what punishment the Sword Spirit might throw at him this time.
But this time, the little sword at his brow didn’t react at all. "Making me your woman isn’t impossible. If you can help me restore my physical body and reach the ninth layer of the Divine Martial Realm, I’ll agree!"
"Ninth layer Divine Martial Realm? Oh my god, how long will that take? Can’t you lower the bar just a little?" Evan Chu’s head hurt just hearing it.
Ninth layer Divine Martial Realm—that’s basically legendary! Maybe there are such experts in far-off lands, but for him, reaching that level was like climbing to heaven itself.
Not only did his cultivation progress slower than others, but the challenges he faced were getting tougher and tougher.
"No room for negotiation. When you reach ninth layer Divine Martial Realm, I’ll marry you—and I’ll tell you why then. Don’t think ninth layer Divine Martial is all that—on the Divine Battlefield or in Dragon God Valley, there are plenty of people way stronger than that."