The Blood-Drop Link

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"I'd like to see how smart this little brat is after all" Master Huan thought and stucked his tongue out. A tinge of red appeared on his nose and his cheeks flushed red due to embarrassment. For once, he had forgotten he was the mighty and supreme Sovereign of Sheng Yun and was playing the child.

Xiao Ming was stunned by Master Huan's appalling behavior. He couldn't help thinking what this cunning little brat was up to. But thinking about the gravity of master Huan's statement, a sinister smile appeared on Xiao Ming's face. This was simply a god-sent blessing to him and he couldn't help chuckling slyly.

For heaven's sake, master Huan was an immortal level sword at the least as he was a full-fledged sword spirit. Although Xiao Ming was as good as a mortal, he was still knowledgeable on this things. he knew what an Immortal sword with a sword spirit was. That was an unmatched sword compared to other peerless artifacts.

Xiao Ming was aware that although Bai Yunxiao possessed an Immortal-rank weapon, he was still yet to own a sentient one. His Solar Storm sword was after all a low rank immortal rank sword. but not even the emperor of Wu Shui would be so confident in obtaining more than both palms count of sentient immortal treasures. They were valuable beyond cost and could only be chanced through by luck.

On the other hand, Master Huan had his sly smile hidden behind Xiao Ming. He had thought things through, his appearance as a brat of ten had concealed his cunning old monstrous mind. while he appeared to be in smiles, his thoughts were equally vicious. To Master Huan, the possible way to become Xiao Ming's acquaintance was to be something attachable to him. Judging from Xiao Ming's quasi-sword intent, Xiao Ming was a peerless sword expert in the Sword Dao despite being only a mortal.

Master Huan's only doubt could be said that he was afraid that his sword type being heavy might be unsuitable for Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming wouldn't be truly able to display the effectiveness of the sword and its full power if it wasn't a domineering skill. But he was definite that as long as Xiao Ming wasn't an idiot, he definitely wouldn't resist the temptation of possessing him. Even if he resisted with a cold face, it would only be a matter of time before he would arrive on his kneels after he truly knew his sword had been devoured by him.

"Are you sure you'd be my sword?" Xiao Ming asked re-assuredly with a solemn look totally concealing his hunger for this.

"As long as Little Ming is willing... little Huan would be little Ming's sword" Master Huan replied with a forced smile. He cursed inwardly and wondered what could have gone wrong with his brain screws. He now wondered if he had taken advantage of himself by mistake. He thought he was cunning enough as an old monster and a powerful cultivator. But this mortal brat had totally outwitted him beyond imagination and he even had a thick face to question him again.

"Hmph! Just tell me what in the world would make a dignified Immortal Sword Spirit like you delight in a weak and short lived mortal like me. You can be my sword for sure, besides how can I possibly reject a free present from the heavenly Emperor on a platter as this. But then, how can I make you my sword,... after all, sentient swords like you possess stringent rituals to cut your sharp edges" Xiao Ming sneered and asked indifferently. Master Huan had the impulse to spurt out blood, Xiao Ming was too vicious with his line of words. He endured and responded with a bitter smile.

"It's very simple... You'll use the famous Blood-Drop Link of Sheng Yun Realm and cunny Little Huan would be yours" Master Huan uttered bearing an elderly but narcissistic demeanor. Xiao Ming only scoffed indifferently at the fact. But his eyes glinted with excitement when he heard of the Blood Drop Link. The origin didn't matter much to him but the name sounded mysterious although it was simple.

"Now how does this Blood Drop gibberish work' Xiao Ming asked with a sly grin. After hearing Xiao Ming call this peerless technique gibberish, Master Huan propped to spurt out blood but what flew out were just compressed sword qi. He felt grieved for suffering Xiao Ming's vicious mouth. For now, he could only put up acting to save his face.

"A drop of blood with a "jian' symbol...." Master Huan explained painstakingly with a solemn tone. After that, he sighed bitterly at his plight. A mighty Sheng Yun supreme had turned into a brat's sword spirit, and this was willingly induced by him. But he felt a grip of light as he felt it was still great. This brat felt he was vicious enough but he didn't know how grand the plans of this mighty supreme were. If he received the careless acknowledgement of an ignorant possessor of the Ancient Dao Body, his achievements later on as the sword of this fellow would be unparalleled.

"I see.... We'll do it this way then" Xiao Ming nodded after comprehending Master Huan's impartation. Xiao Ming hurriedly pricked his finger with his sharp nails.

TAAP!

The sound of a water drop landing echoed in the void. A vermillion glow appeared from the tiny cut. As more blood rushed, Xiao Ming's hands moved closer to Master Huan's face. His vermillion bird was like a magical ink. Without delay, he meticulously imprinted the "jian' symbol on Master Huan's forehead. Afterwards, his body was drenched in sweat and his body was feeling heavy as he seemed dizzy.

BANG!

Xiao Ming shuddered as a loud thud sounded in his mind. A miniature version of Master Huan had appeared in Xiao Ming's soul sea. The aura he had was of bloodlust and he released tiny swords with each breath. The swords hovered mysteriously around Master Huan in an enchanting manner. On the outside however, Master Huan had disappeared and in his place was a golden-hilted silver sword. The moon colored sword released an icy cold feeling and turned the temperature within the cave to zero level.