Although the Abyssal Ancient Sword has already birthed a new sword spirit, this new spirit is just way too weak. Who knows how many years it'll take for her to grow up and become strong?
Since sword intent didn't work and immortal yuan force had no effect either, might as well give Chaos Aura a shot.
With that in mind, Ian Song tried guiding a strand of Chaos Aura into the ice-sculpture sword spirit.
"Huh! There's a reaction!"
Ian couldn't help but feel a burst of joy—just injecting a single wisp of Chaos Aura made the ice-sculpture sword spirit's aura strengthen a bit.
So, he injected another strand of Chaos Aura, and sure enough, the sword spirit's aura improved again.
Keeping up the rhythm, he sent ten more wisps of Chaos Aura into the ice-sculpture sword spirit. To his surprise, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a tiny crack appeared right at her lashes.
After a brief hesitation, Ian injected an entire cluster of Chaos Aura into the sword spirit—hundreds of strands at once.
With all that Chaos Aura helping out, the ice-sculpture sword spirit burst with vitality. As a series of cracking sounds echoed, her body was soon covered in countless fissures.
"Awesome, awesome! Mom's about to wake up!"
The little girl clapped her hands like crazy, her face beaming with happiness.
Ian stopped adding more Chaos Aura, since the sword spirit’s aura was already rising on its own.
At first, she was only early-stage Golden Immortal.
But soon she reached mid-stage Golden Immortal, and in less than half a quarter hour, she advanced to late-stage Golden Immortal, then made a breakthrough into early-stage Profound Immortal.
Another quarter hour passed, and the sword spirit’s aura shot straight up to mid-stage Profound Immortal.
"Whoa, this sword spirit is seriously strong. Her peak strength probably isn’t any less than late-stage Profound Immortal, huh?"
Ian thought to himself, a bit worried—if this sword spirit is too powerful, what if he can’t subdue her?
Right then—
Crack, crack, crack!
A series of crunching sounds rang out, and then—crash!—all the ice blocks on the sword spirit’s body tumbled to the ground, revealing a flawless, absolutely stunning naked form right before Ian’s eyes.
"Tch! Turning a sword spirit into such a drop-dead gorgeous beauty—her last master must've been a real pervert!"
"He really was a pervert!"
A clear, melodious voice rang out. The beautiful sword spirit opened her eyes, her gaze cool as she looked Ian over: "You’re the one who saved me?"
"That’s me!"
Ian nodded, but then something occurred to him and his expression shifted: "Wait a sec, I was just thinking that to myself—how did you know what I was thinking?"
"Because this is the sword spirit’s domain!" the beautiful sword spirit replied, her words full of meaning.
Hearing this, Ian’s expression changed again. He caught the hint in her words: the sword spirit’s domain must be completely under her control—even his thoughts couldn’t escape her notice.
"Relax, you did wake me up, so I won’t hurt you. But if you want to be my master—well, you’re not qualified yet!" the sword spirit said, full of pride.
"Mom! Mom!"
Just then, the little girl suddenly dove at the beautiful sword spirit.
"Eh?"
Seeing the little girl rush over, the beautiful sword spirit looked surprised for a moment, then sent out a beam of light to freeze her in place. "I didn’t expect my scattered energy to actually let you develop sentience. Wait—"
Suddenly, the sword spirit turned to Ian, realization dawning on her face. "So it was that mysterious power inside you that let her develop sentience!"
Ian nodded. "That’s right. I used that mysterious power to wake you up, too. So, what kind of qualifications do I need to become your new master?"
"You probably don’t stand a chance," the sword spirit said with a light laugh.
"Why not?"
Ian asked.
The sword spirit explained, "Originally, I was supposed to leave the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and there’d have been no chance at all. But the energy you just infused into me triggered a transformation, so now I can actually leave the Abyssal Ancient Sword and return to human form!"
"What?"
Ian was stunned, feeling like he’d lost out big-time: "Aren’t you a sword spirit? So before you became a sword spirit, you were human?"
"Not bad, you’re not stupid!"
The beautiful sword spirit nodded.
"Damn, who could be so cruel—turning a gorgeous woman like you into a sword spirit!" Ian was genuinely shocked.
"A total maniac!"
The sword spirit’s face turned cold, her eyes filled with deep hatred. "Do you know who the original owner of the Abyssal Ancient Sword was to me?"
"Don’t tell me it was your husband?"
Ian guessed.
"No, it was my father! My dear father turned me into a sword spirit just so he could keep me by his side!" As she spoke, the sword spirit’s face was filled with endless hatred.
"No way!"
Ian was stunned. To turn your own daughter into a sword spirit—how cruel could you get? But wait, she said her father did it just to keep her close. Was her dad… some kind of monster?
"After that sick freak turned me into a sword spirit, he worried about his reputation, so he actually claimed to the world that his path of the Ruthless Sword required him to kill his own daughter as proof of his Dao!"
"They say even a tiger won’t eat its cubs, but your father was just too cruel!" Ian said gravely.
Just then—
The sword spirit’s aura suddenly underwent a dramatic change, breaking through the Celestial Immortal realm and reaching an entirely new level.
At the same time, the sword spirit glanced at Ian again.
Just that one look made Ian feel an immense sense of danger—as if even his soul might freeze.
Then her voice rang out again: "Since you woke me up and indirectly helped me escape, I won’t kill you. Get out!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ian felt a force surge over him, forcibly ejecting him from the sword spirit’s domain.
When Ian found himself back in the courtyard, the Abyssal Ancient Sword was still in his hand, and he could sense that the beautiful sword spirit inside was growing even stronger.
"Damn it!"
Ian was a little annoyed. He’d saved the sword spirit, but now he’d lost even the Abyssal Ancient Sword. Talk about losing both the lady and the army.
Buzz! Buzz buzz!
Just then, the Abyssal Ancient Sword began to tremble violently, then broke free from his grasp and shot into the sky, trying to escape Qingshan Courtyard.
"Hmph! Who dares cause trouble in Qingshan Courtyard!"
A voice full of authority rang out, and then a giant palm appeared in midair, striking toward the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
Sss sss sss!
The Abyssal Ancient Sword burst into dazzling light, and thousands of sword beams shot out, slicing the giant palm apart before continuing to flee.
"Where do you think you’re going!"
The voice rang out again, and several more palms struck in quick succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several fierce collisions, the Abyssal Ancient Sword was finally forced back.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Uncle Yun appeared in Ian’s courtyard. At the same time, a figure flickered atop the Abyssal Ancient Sword—the beautiful sword spirit appeared as well, now wearing a snow-white dress formed from pure energy.