My Boyfriend Is a Sword Cultivator - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Seeing me just standing there like an idiot, Sang Yin frowned slightly.

“You’ve already taken the spirit stones. Why haven’t you returned my sword?

“Are you planning to keep my sword for yourself?”

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly swept his hand through the air.

A pale blue glow flashed, and my front door instantly split in two.

!!!

Was this the legendary sword energy?!

But once the shock passed, anger abruptly surged beyond my control.

I charged over and grabbed him by the collar.

“Pay for the door! Pay for my door!”

I was a poor working stiff who couldn’t even bear to add a sausage or a marinated egg to my instant noodles, and now you were telling me disaster had fallen from the sky and I had to pay my landlord for a new door?

Forget a cultivator-even if he were a real immortal, I’d twist his skull right off!

This time, it was Sang Yin’s turn to freeze.

“Why don’t you have any spiritual power? Wait, you’re an ordinary person?!”

“Yeah! You got a problem with us ordinary people?!”

“No, how could you get onto the Spirit Net? How could you access the forum?”

“What net this, net that? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was just bored, scrolling through posts and playing along with a meme. How was I supposed to know you people were actually real… I don’t care. Pay for my door first, or don’t even think about leaving!”

The immortal air around Sang Yin was about to fall apart completely.

He hurriedly cast a spell, and under my stunned gaze, the door that had split in two slowly fused back together.

I was amazed.

“Immortal arts are that incredible?”

“It’s only an illusion. The door is still broken.”

Seeing that I was about to blow up again, Sang Yin quickly said, “…I left in a hurry and didn’t bring any money. I’ll compensate you another day, all right?”

I thought about it, then nodded.

“Fine. These spirit stones or whatever are useless to me, so I’ll hold on to your bank card for now. When you’ve fixed my door, I’ll give the card back.”

Sang Yin had come for his sword, but in the end, not only did he fail to get it, he also left with a debt.

When he walked away, he looked utterly lost.

I was pretty dazed too.

Having your entire worldview overturned felt way too surreal.

So much so that I had a dream that very night.

In the dream, I stood on an outrageously cool longsword as it swept over towering mountains and ridges. I looked down upon the rivers and peaks of the earth, piercing through clouds and mist, streaking into the distance like a meteor.

For a moment, my chest brimmed with heroic spirit. With my hands clasped behind my back, I let out a long cry:

“This is what flying feels like-”

“This is what freedom feels like-”

“Yeehaw-“