Chapter 140: Here Comes the Consolation Prize
Bai Wei used to be unable to handle it, because he didn't have enough mystery. But with a lifetime of experience as an emperor, he had experienced too much.
He really had a way to slowly eliminate RashoMon.
Isn't it just a prop from a space-themed story? They thought no one could defeat you, hum?
If you were open in the Ming Country or Europa, people there could melt you down in just a few minutes!
Do you find it satisfying to bully the sword witches?
Bai Wei immediately started sharpening his sword, and then RashoMon clicked shut.
RashoMon closed.
Unexpectedly simple.
From this, we can see that this thing is quite prone to bullying the weak and timid, surely not a proper door.
[The event has finished.]
[Rewards distributed: Pieces of RashoMon, Crown of the Ghost King]
*Ka... The closed RashoMon unexpectedly made a cracking sound. It's not known if it's the result of the impact just now, but a piece of it's outer layer peeled off. It was a palm-sized fragment.*
This fragment didn't affect the overall existence of RashoMon, as the cracks didn't spread. However, the appearance of this fragment meant that this ancient, pitch-black door was no longer whole.
Bai Wei picked up this palm-sized fragment and focused his thoughts. As an emperor, he had everything in his treasure trove. He could easily determine its nature with a simple method.
After a short moment, Bai Wei attempted to harness the power of the spiritual world's ocean. Soon, this fragment started creating ripples, not just ordinary ripples, but resonating ripples. He could perceive the entire space within a radius of hundreds of miles.
Then, with a feeling of great fortune, he waved his hand and gently swiped the fragment through the air. In the next moment, a mysterious rift in space appeared right before his eyes.
At that very moment, RashoMon suddenly swung open wide.
He hesitated for a moment, then he threw a stone into the space rift.
Thump... the stone fell back into his hand, coming from above.
Bai Wei took a step forward, crossed over the rift, and suddenly felt a slight weightlessness before descending from RashoMon.
"It turned out to be a broken piece of a spiral sword."
He understood that as long as he held this fragment, he could use it to slice through space and return to this place, sensing the changes in the surroundings.
He still didn't know how far away it was.
And the rift in space only lasted for less than fifteen seconds.
The power of the fragment ran out, and when he swung it again, nothing happened. He didn't know how long it would take to recharge.
Bai Wei temporarily embedded the fragment back and tried to charge it up, but it didn't work at all. It seemed like he needed to slowly absorb the ether in the spiritual world to restore it.
Bai Wei put the fragment into his sleeve.
This was not some kind of magical spell that could fit the entire world inside a sleeve. Instead, it was a way of storing special objects in the spiritual world as an anchor.
The Ring-head Han sword was like this, and so was this fragment.
Because they were mysterious and could be stored in the spiritual world, just like how Bai Wei had once kept the fragments of the Golden Power in the spiritual world's ocean for a whole five hundred years, without worrying about losing them or having them stolen.
And then, there was another one.
The Crown of the Ghost King...
But Bai Wei looked around, and he didn't see anything.
He paused for a moment and suddenly looked towards the valley, "Could it be...?"
Do I have to search for this material down below myself?
There was no response, but the exclamation mark thoughtfully marked the direction, indicating...
[Treasure]
"Oops!" Bai Wei had to climb down the mountain, and the rugged path became even more difficult to navigate after it collapsed along the way.
After nearly half an hour, he finally found the head that he had chopped off. The flesh had melted away, leaving only the stark white bones behind.
He didn't know what this material could be used for, and it seemed like he didn't need it to upgrade his skills either.
Thinking for a moment, he took out his Tiger Head Han sword and swung it to chop off the demon horn. Then, he threw the pitch-black demon horn to be devoured by his Han sword.
The length of this thing could make at least two swords. He wondered how the Han Sword managed to consume it with its size.
But it really finished eating it, and it was still not fully satisfied. As a bonus, it also nibbled on a few remaining bones.
Bai Wei flicked his sword and after swallowing the Crown of the Ghost King, his Han Sword underwent a more delicate transformation.
This Han Sword had a standard Ring-head Han sword shape. At first, it looked ordinary, but after devouring the Demon Cat Sword, a tiger head emerged at the end of the handle. After devouring the horn of the Demon King, the sword's overall appearance remained unchanged. It didn't directly transform into a terrifying wolf-tooth club, but it still remained a straight sword that appealed to the aesthetic taste of people from the Ming Country.
But the Han Sword is very straight, which means it doesn't have a guard, also known as a handguard. The handguard is a circular piece located between the handle and the blade. It is designed to prevent the sword from colliding with other swords. It is similar to a sword sheath, except the Han Sword doesn't have this part.
This time, it was not the blade that changed, but rather the iron ring at the end of the handle.
An additional layer of patterns appeared on the iron ring, and its color was no longer just the gray of steel. Instead, it transformed into a dark shade of red, with red patterns emerging within.
If the ring on the Han sword is the highest grade, it would have a special dragon and sparrow pattern. It is known as the Grand Dragon Sparrow Ring.
This sword had undoubtedly evolved. Bai Wei gently caressed the blade, but he could sense that it had not reached its ultimate form yet.
At that moment, he could already see the inscriptions clearly engraved on the blade, which went from one to two.
[The Tiger Soul] and [The Ghost Wrath]
It seems that by devouring different materials, the Han sword can acquire different skills. As for what this skill is, Bai Wei didn't take a close look at it for now.
He put away the sword and returned to the foot of the mountain. He was already very tired but still couldn't rest.
Riding the motorcycle, he headed back along the road. The motorcycle roared for a while, but then it stopped halfway.
Bai Wei checked for a while, thinking that the motorcycle had some issues. But when he looked at the dial on top, he realized something unexpected.
"Oh shit, there was no more oil!"
...
Kyoto City First General Hospital.
Saki Jingūji's surgery lasted for more than half an hour. The broken bones were not too serious, but it would take a hundred days for the muscles and bones to fully heal. Even though there were ways to heal quickly, she would need to wear a cast for half a month. The other minor wounds were also taken care of, and only a few stitches were needed. The stitches were done with cosmetic needles, so there would be no visible scars.
The temporary caretaker of the shrine arrived here, filled with astonishment. Seeing these girls still alive, they were overwhelmed with emotions and unable to speak.
There was no blaming, but a sense of guilt and heartache.
They came back alive, but some people could never return again.
The safest logistics team had almost been completely wiped out, but surprisingly, the courageous sword witches who charged into battle turned out to have only lost two people.
After a detailed inquiry, the temporary caretaker of the shrine in Kyoto finally understood that they had also been rescued by someone.
And the sword witches only then learned that Fuma Tsuru, the Chamberlain, had already sacrificed herself, and her body might never be found again.
Everyone sighed with sadness.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard from outside the door. A liaison officer from the police station approached the priest who served as the temporary Chamberlain and said, "We have found Fuma, the Chamberlain's body. It is on its way here."
The priest was taken aback and immediately excused himself, saying, "Sorry, I need to leave now!"
He immediately went downstairs, wanting to see the final appearance of his old colleague.
All the sword witches gathered together and stayed in one sickroom.
"If the body fell into the community of man-eating demons, it would surely be eaten, so it's really lucky that Chamberlain Fuma's body could be brought back."
"Good people will be rewarded, right?"
"If, and I mean if, is there a possibility that..." one of them suddenly had a curious thought, "Did he bring it back?"
Naturally, all the sword witches knew who this "he" was that she was referring to.
Who else could it be?
The only person who could freely come and go in the community of man-eating demons was him.
The sword witches really couldn't imagine who else could possess such strength, courage, and the unique qualities of nobility and compassion that only the mighty possess.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
This doesn't stop the sword witch from feeling even more fondness and anticipation towards the unfamiliar young man, thinking that maybe he had turned back to save more people?
"Hey, we are talking about your boyfriend. What do you think?" Mizuko nudged the dozing Jingūji with her elbow.
Jingūji was feeling a bit sleepy, extremely tired, not very awake. Subconsciously, he murmured, "He's not my boyfriend..."
The room became quiet for ten seconds.
In the next moment, the sword witches screamed loudly, "What did you say!"
Translator: Volume 16 (Chapters 611-650) has been published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/431wFKA).
