The Poor Swordsman with Only Trickery - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Sword Cultivator spends their entire life for the sake of a single sword.

Once you reach the Golden Core stage, the sect provides the services of an artifact refiner to help forge a sword for free.

I worked hard at my cultivation for years, finally breaking through to the Golden Core realm.

All for the sake of a Lifebound Sword.

The longsword in my hand shimmered with a cold light.

The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, sharp enough to split a hair-it was an exceptional sword.

However, when it came to naming the sword, I ran into a dilemma.

After racking my brains, I finally thought of a brilliant name.

“Qieman!”

When I get into a fight with someone.

If I shout “Qieman!”, the opponent will subconsciously pause, and I can take advantage of their lack of preparation to launch a sneak attack!

But the Danmaku hit me with a reality check:

[Fellow Daoist, do you not go online? Qieman is already outdated.]

I was stunned.

Most cultivators are upright and straightforward.

Could there really be a second person who could come up with a name as insidious as “Qieman”?

The Danmaku started brainstorming:

[Call it “Network,” since the network is a double-edged sword.]

[Name the sword “Wangcai” and get a dog named “Jianlai.” Shout “Wangcai,” and your opponent will look down for a dog while your sword is already out of its sheath. Then shout “Jianlai,” and while they’re busy blocking the sword, set the dog on them!]

I fell silent, contemplating.

Why are these people more like Evil Cultivators than actual Evil Cultivators?

After picking and choosing, I finally settled on a name for my sword: “After being caught red-handed peeking at my Master bathing, I…”

Aside from feeling a bit sorry for Master, the more I heard the name, the more satisfied I became.

When I shout that sentence.

Even a dog would have to freeze for a moment.

After all, the Danmaku actually asked me: [And then? What did you do?]

I ask you, who could hear that sentence and not stop to think about the story behind it?

Though it’s a bit long, it’s much better at hard-CC’ing an opponent than “Qieman”!

Master has been cultivating for over a thousand years. Aside from being stingy with money, his heart is usually as still as water.

But when he heard the name of my sword.

It was as if a dye vat had opened on his frost-cold face.

It went from red to white, white to green, and green to black.

A vibrant display of colors.

He looked at me, drew his sword, and began a frantic pursuit.

We ran five laps around the sect. I was about to lose my breath, but Master was still hot on my heels.

“You little brat! My lifelong reputation has been ruined by you!”

I pleaded for mercy as I ran: “Master, stop chasing me! I still have to participate in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition!”

Master ignored me completely. “The Immortal Sect Grand Competition? So you can go out there and make a fool of yourself using my reputation?”

Master might be getting on in years, but in cultivation, time is meaningless. It was only a matter of time before he caught and thrashed me.

After painful reflection, I threw a low-grade spirit stone in Master’s direction.

Master’s movements slowed slightly.

I threw a mid-grade spirit stone.

Master’s expression softened a bit.

With the resolve of a warrior cutting off his own hand, I threw a second mid-grade spirit stone.

Master stopped chasing.

He tucked the spirit stones into his robes and straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

His tone returned to normal. “Considering this is your first offense, this Master will be magnanimous and forgive you this once.”

My face was covered in tears and snot. That was one expensive naming fee.

The loss of my spirit stones felt like a knife to the heart.

The Danmaku gave me a suggestion:

[Go find an alchemy cultivator. Give him two spirit stones and tell him to bark like a dog. Then he’ll slap four spirit stones in your face and tell you to bark like a dog.]

I was actually considering the feasibility of the Danmaku’s words.

After all, the Danmaku was full of terrible ideas.

Master, looking pained, pulled a small porcelain bottle from his robes.

My eyes lit up. Good stuff!

Master shielded the bottle. “What are you thinking? This isn’t for you.”

My face instantly fell.

The Danmaku gave a sharp critique: [Such a fast face-change.]