The Poor Swordsman with Only Trickery - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The Saintess gritted her teeth. “Ling Ruosheng! At a time like this, you’re still…”

I cut her off. “You’re wrong. This is the Demon Lord’s final bone!”

I had thought it looked familiar the moment I saw it.

It took me a long while to remember where I’d seen it before.

Inside the Storage Pouch of the Saintess’s Senior Brother-that Spell Cultivator-there had been a bone marked with the same eerie demonic patterns.

The Demon Cultivator stared at the bone in my hand and murmured, “The Demon Lord’s bone…”

He no longer cared about his struggle with my Senior Brother and flew straight toward me.

I held the bone and flashed him a wide grin.

The Danmaku reacted instantly:

[Nothing good ever happens whenever she smiles like that.]

The Demon Cultivator watched helplessly as I poured a bottle of foul-smelling, thick black liquid onto his precious Demon Lord’s bone.

The liquid was incredibly corrosive.

In an instant, the bone dissolved into a puddle of sludge.

The Danmaku was shocked:

[Where did she get concentrated sulfuric acid?]

I blinked. “It’s Flood Dragon stomach acid. I collected a bottle of it.”

The Saintess was dumbfounded. “You didn’t even let that go?”

“I had no choice. We Sword Cultivators are poor.”

I didn’t want to be like this, but I really was just too broke.

Having lost the Demon Bone, the Demon Cultivator looked as if his very essence had been drained away.

Without a word, I raised my sword and stabbed him repeatedly.

I didn’t stop until he was unrecognizable, deader than dead.

The Saintess stared, slack-jawed. “How are you more like an Evil Cultivator than the actual Demon Cultivator?”

When we left the Taixu Illusion Realm, I didn’t forget to bring the mangled corpses of the two Demon Cultivators with me.

I wasn’t joking around; the Hehuan Sect Leader, whose Gallbladder I had stabbed, was still out there watching me like a hawk.

Ever since witnessing everything I had done, the Saintess didn’t mention settling our scores once during the journey back.

She was as silent as a mute.

As we exited the realm, she finally spoke her first words to me in half a month.

“From now on, whenever I see a Sword Cultivator, I’m going to punch them in the mouth first.”

I was speechless.

The moment the Hehuan Sect Leader saw me, his expression twisted.

Clutching the area where his Gallbladder was, he glared at me with fury.

“You despicable brat! You actually dare to show your face before me again!”

Without a word, I threw the Demon Cultivator’s corpse right into his face.

His face turned purple with rage. “You even dared to torture and kill my sect’s disciples!”

The Saintess looked troubled and tugged at his sleeve.

“Master, stop talking…”

The Sect Leader ignored her, preparing to strike me.

I sank my breath into my Dantian and roared at the crowd.

“So the Sect Leader himself has admitted that the Hehuan Sect has Demon Cultivators among its ranks!”

The Sect Leader froze.

He was immediately surrounded by the leaders of other sects, all demanding an explanation.

My Senior Brother never encountered another emotional tribulation he couldn’t overcome in his pursuit of the Path of Ruthlessness.

His Dao heart became as stable as it could possibly be.

After we parted ways that day, the Saintess put up a sign at her sect’s entrance.

“Sword Cultivators Forbidden.”

Time has no meaning in the world of cultivation.

On the day I ascended, the entire cultivation world was in an uproar.

Everyone wept tears of joy.

“We’ve finally sent that scourge away!”

I had never slacked off during my years of cultivation.

Finally, I managed to ascend just before the Saintess.

If I had been any later and she had ascended first, who would have helped me block the Lightning Tribulation?

After all, my practice of Divine Possession had never yielded any results.

Otherwise, I would have summoned my Eldest Senior Brother down to block the Lightning Tribulation for me long ago.

After ascending, the first thing I did was seek out the Heavenly Dao Incarnation.

After all, the Danmaku had given me a great idea:

[Go ask if the Heavenly Dao Incarnation is single. He’s the one who recognized the Path of Ruthlessness as a Great Dao. Now that you’ve ‘graduated’ and the world doesn’t provide a partner, who else are you going to look for but him?]

(The End)