Chapter 207 – 「Three Divine Artifacts」

Su Ming was truly at his wit’s end.

He didn’t want anyone to know this sword was chasing him specifically.

Because the protagonist’s script in his mind was already unfolding clearly.

If he took that sword and everyone present found out, their reactions would probably go like this:

“A Spiritual Artifact choosing its master! It actually acknowledged Lord Ming Wang as its owner?”

“Hiss Could Lord Ming Wang actually make a Spiritual Artifact willingly submit?”

“How terrifying!”

“To think we had such a remarkable person among us!”

“This youth will surely accomplish great things in the future!”

With such onlookers gasping in amazement around him, providing valuable contributions to global warming, the extras would also treat Su Ming like a Heavenly God, lavishing him with excessive praise.

Then, after the event passed, these bystanders would enthusiastically spread the news far and wide.

Thus, more passersby would learn about the Spiritual Artifact choosing its master, and more important figures would become culprits of global warming, each exclaiming “how terrifying” in turn.

As for people like Gao Xu who were enemies rather than friends with Su Ming, they would jolt upright from their deathbeds, solemnly declaring:

“This youth must not be allowed to live!”

Yes, the imagery was so vivid it could fuel a dozen-episode TV drama.

Just thinking about it made Su Ming’s scalp tingle.

Therefore, without hesitation, he charged into the crowd, attempting to blend in and make it unclear who the sword was actually chasing.

This move did divert some attention from Su Ming.

After all, his dive into the crowd caused the sword to follow, weaving through seven times in and seven times out, creating complete chaos.

For a moment, some were accidentally cut and cried out in pain, while others luckily avoided injury but had their clothes sliced open, unable to suppress startled screams.

Particularly among the female Hunters – those grazed by the flying sword either had large tears in their clothing revealing extensive skin, or unluckily had their sashes and belts severed, instantly exposing themselves and turning their cries into wails.

Only Wang Yihan, who had been chasing after the sword the whole time, remained unaffected.

“Come back quickly!”

The Young Miss Wang was both anxious and furious.

Su Ming couldn’t care less, running wherever the crowd was thickest.

During his flight, Su Ming even encountered an acquaintance.

“Mi… Lord Ming Wang…!?Bai Xiaoyan stood frozen before the approaching Su Ming, teary-eyed and at a loss, unsure whether to dodge or not.

Seeing this, Su Ming’s mouth twitched, feeling a pang of reluctance in his heart.

Although this girl might be a bit unusual – gifting only daggers, delivering dozens of water bottles, sometimes seemingly worried he lacked a suitable weapon for suicide, other times fearing he might die of thirst, leaving Su Ming with countless unspoken complaints – her soft, gentle nature made him truly reluctant to see her come to harm.

Immediately, Su Ming subconsciously halted his steps and stopped.

“Whoosh!”

The moment he stopped, a sharp whistling sound came from behind.

Su Ming inwardly cursed, then ceased holding back, his figure transforming into afterimages as he ghost-like dodged away.

“Shriek!”

The sword barely grazed past Su Ming’s afterimage, producing a sharp Qi whistle.

“Ah!”As the sharp tip of the sword rapidly expanded before her eyes, flying straight toward her, Bai Xiaoyan couldn’t help but gasp in alarm.

Fortunately, as if sensing Su Ming’s presence, the sword halted abruptly right in front of Bai Xiaoyan, then swiftly turned around and shot off in another direction.

Thus began a game of cat and mouse between the man and the sword, their movements growing increasingly faster until it seemed they were both taking it seriously. One transformed into a blurry afterimage, the other into a streak of light, darting back and forth at breakneck speeds. The onlookers felt their vision blur, with gusts of wind whipping past and the sound of rushing air echoing continuously.

“Uh… this…”

Wang Yihan, who had been chasing the sword, stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered.

How could she possibly keep up with such speed?

Although Su Ming’s speed wasn’t particularly impressive—especially compared to genuine Upper-Rank Hunters, still falling within the range of a Lower-Rank Professional—by now, Su Ming had already touched the barrier of the Lower-Rank Professional level, reaching the threshold of the superhuman Realm.

His speed might be negligible in the eyes of Upper-Rank Hunters, but among Lower-Rank Hunters, it was top-tier, surpassing even the vast majority of Three-Star Hunters.

In this Shelter, where aside from Su Ming, there wasn’t a single other Upper-Rank Professional, such speed was incredibly fast—so fast that almost no one could keep up.

Moreover, Su Ming possessed an outstanding Spirit Sense and lightning-fast reflexes. While his movement speed might be lacking, his reaction speed could even make Upper-Rank Hunters admit defeat. In a short span of time, he could perform countless agile and rapid directional changes, leaving others unable to keep up with his shifts in direction and speed. At this point, not only Lower-Rank Hunters but even genuine Upper-Rank Hunters would find it uncertain whether they could match Su Ming.

Otherwise, how could Su Ming hold his own against Upper-Rank Hunters whose speed far surpassed his own?

Wasn’t it all thanks to his reaction speed?

In contrast, Wang Yihan, though the only direct descendant of the Wang Family in her generation and seen by many as a potential future Six-Star Hunter, was a bit slow-witted and somewhat naive. This Young Miss was only sixteen years old this year.

Yes, Wang Yihan was merely sixteen years old.

Even though she appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen, exuding a mature charm like a peach on the verge of ripening, with a figure that contrasted with her slightly childish face—the kind that would make otakus scream for a long time—ahem, those who understand, understand.

But what does being sixteen mean?

The enrollment age for the Demon Hunter Academy is seventeen. An Zijin, Jiang Wanyu, and Yao Beibei were all at that age.

Su Ming, now a second-year student, was exactly eighteen.

Xu Qianqian, a third-year student, was nineteen this year.

The Demon Hunter Academy follows a four-year system, making the highest-grade fourth-year students precisely twenty years old.

Thus, graduates from the Demon Hunter Academy typically enter the professional circle at twenty-one years old.

Xu Yanyan, who graduated three years ago, was twenty-three this year.

As for sixteen years old, that’s not even old enough to enroll in the Academy.At this age, many people haven’t yet tested whether they possess a Spirit Constitution or if they can become Sorcerers. Without even a single Spirit Art to their name, they’re no different from ordinary individuals. Even those born into Hunter families, having been Hunters since childhood, haven’t undergone much training. They’re essentially like Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei were when they first enrolled—novices who’ve learned some combat techniques but haven’t experienced actual combat and lack any real experience.

Wang Yihan was precisely such a novice.

Of course, she was a rather Advanced novice. Since her identity as a direct descendant was confirmed in childhood, her Family had placed high hopes on her, subjecting her to rigorous self-training that endowed her with some combat aptitude and qualities. Yet, as a sapling who hadn’t undergone mission training or accumulated combat experience before enrollment, she could at most be rated as One-Star, not even reaching Two-Star, let alone comparing to Three-Star or someone like Su Ming, who already stood at the pinnacle among Three-Stars.

If it weren’t for this, why would Wang Yihan have been running all this time without engaging in a single fight?

Wasn’t it because she believed she was no match for the Underground Professionals pursuing her, lacking even the courage to fight, and could only flee in disarray?

Fortunately, thanks to the sacrifices of the Wang Family members, the collapse of the Ruins, and significant changes in parts of the terrain, Wang Yihan—having visited the Ruins several times—remembered many routes. Combined with some fortuitous stumbling, she managed to evade her pursuers. Otherwise, she would have long been captured and reduced once again to a sacrificial offering for breaking the Seal.

Expecting such a Wang Yihan to keep up with Su Ming and that Sword’s speed to retrieve the Sword was absolutely impossible.

Not just Wang Yihan, but even Bai Ruxiang, Xu Yanyan, and others watched the extreme-speed chase between the man and the Sword, feeling as though they couldn’t intervene.

Some female Hunters did attempt to catch up with the Sword that had harmed their sisters or to assist Su Ming, but they simply couldn’t match the speed of Su Ming and the Sword. The flexible direction changes and rapid back-and-forth movements left them utterly frustrated.

“It doesn’t look that fast, so why can’t we catch up?”

“As expected of Lord Ming Wang.”

“It’s normal for Lord Ming Wang to achieve this, but isn’t it abnormal that we can’t even catch up to that Sword?”

“It was never normal to begin with. Have you ever seen a Sword fly out on its own to slash someone?”

“Has this Sword become a spirit?”

Everyone had started discussing.

However, the internal dramatic scenario Su Ming had imagined didn’t unfold at all.

Perhaps because they didn’t often read novels, those present witnessing Su Ming being chased by the Sword didn’t become the behind-the-scenes force of global warming by exclaiming “Terrifying to this extent!”” Instead, they even thought Su Ming was being pursued, that the Sword intended to cut him down…

It just goes to show that human joys and sorrows are never truly interconnected.

Su Ming’s efforts ultimately amounted to nothing.

But many indeed grew anxious because of this.

“Hurry and help Lord Ming Wang!”

Bai Xiaoyan was so frantic she kept circling, constantly urging others to assist.

“Young Miss Wang!” Bai Ruxiang also approached Wang Yihan, who was standing there dazed, and said with a serious expression, “Please stop that Sword quickly! We can’t let it harm Lord Ming Wang!”

Even Xu Yanyan came to Wang Yihan’s side, watching her intently.This young lady of the Xu Family was already growing curious, wondering just what origins that sword possessed to actually chase Su Ming around so frantically.

“I… I can’t stop it either…”

Wang Yihan shrank her neck under the girls’ gazes, weakly expressing this.

“You don’t know?” Xu Yanyan said with great suspicion: “You brought this sword here, and now that it wants to harm someone, you’re actually saying you don’t know how to stop it?”

“I… I really don’t know!” Wang Yihan immediately grew anxious too, saying: “It’s not mine! It was brought into these ruins by those bad people!”

“Those bad people?” Everyone was momentarily stunned before understanding dawned.

That sword wasn’t Wang Yihan’s possession, but was brought by the people of 『Sin』?

Then how did it end up in Wang Yihan’s hands?

Everyone realized something was wrong, and their gazes toward Wang Yihan sharpened.

Wang Yihan’s neck immediately shrank even tighter.

“Please tell us everything you know.” Bai Ruxiang no longer wanted to beat around the bush, speaking bluntly: “Otherwise, we won’t be polite anymore.”

Something brought by 『Sin』 was currently trying to harm someone – and that someone happened to be their only Upper-Rank Professional, the temporary leader of their team. By both reason and emotion, this couldn’t be treated lightly.

What if this thing was an alchemical tool specifically created by 『Sin』 to assassinate enemies?

At this thought, everyone grew wary.

And since Wang Yihan was hemming and hawing about it, unwilling to explain in detail, it wouldn’t be strange if she were treated as an enemy.

Wang Yihan clearly sensed this too, suddenly feeling wronged.

She knew she could no longer keep hiding the truth.

At this point, Wang Yihan could only speak helplessly.

“That sword, like me, is something those bad people prepared to use to break the seal.”

Wang Yihan finally revealed the truth.

“Only, I’m the sacrifice, and that sword is the medium.”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Medium?

What did that mean?

Seeing everyone’s confused expressions, Wang Yihan reluctantly explained.

“To break the seal in these ruins, the direct lineage blood of our Wang Family, the tomb guardians, is absolutely necessary.”

“However, after breaking the seal, a medium is still needed to awaken the King of Phantom Demons who has been sealed for many years.”

“This medium consists of three weapons born from the King of Phantom Demons himself.”

Wang Yihan’s words made the stunned group gasp sharply. (This time it genuinely contributed to global warming)

There was no helping it.

“Three weapons born from the King of Phantom Demons” — this matter was also recorded in historical texts.

“You… you couldn’t mean the Three Divine Artifacts, could you?”

Xu Yanyan spoke up, utterly shocked.

“Mmm…”

Wang Yihan’s reluctant nod silenced everyone.

Immediately after, whether it was Bai Ruxiang or Xu Yanyan, they all turned to look at the sword chasing Su Ming.

Their gazes now held not just shock, but excitement and a trace of greed.

“The Three Divine Artifacts?”

Su Ming, who was currently being chased by the sword, also heard Wang Yihan’s words, his heart suddenly trembling.

These were things countless people had heard of and coveted.

The so-called Three Divine Artifacts, just as Wang Yihan had said, were weapons born from the Spirit Demon Abyss King – the being who had once turned the earth into a living hell before ultimately being sealed away.To be more precise, they were three alchemical weapons forged using the body of that terrifying creature as materials, possessing immense power.

Legend has it that the Spirit Demon Abyss King had his hands severed and his heart dug out by the strongest humans before being sealed away.

The severed hands and excavated heart were then refined by the greatest alchemist of that era into three alchemical weapons.

They were respectively:

—The Great Sin Blade, forged from the Spirit Demon Abyss King’s left hand, symbolizing death.

—The Demon Emperor Sword, forged from the Spirit Demon Abyss King’s right hand, symbolizing power.

—The Soul of the Arbiter, forged from the Spirit Demon Abyss King’s heart, symbolizing invincibility.

These three weapons, crafted from the body of the most powerful terrifying creature, possessed far greater might than any other alchemical weapon.

Collectively known as the Three Divine Artifacts, they were the three strongest divine weapons in this world.

Now, it seems one of them has appeared.

(End of Chapter)