C22 Demon Sword of Riches

Liu Feng was momentarily taken aback. Had the evil soul been absorbed by me? What's happening here? Aren't evil souls supposed to dissipate?

After pondering briefly, Liu Feng's consciousness delved into the spiritual world, where he saw the Demon Sword spanning the cosmos, with two strands of fly ash—one red, one black—drifting within. The fire fly ash appeared somewhat dim, reminiscent of a twilight sky, lacking its usual vibrancy, as the recent battle had nearly depleted all of the fire magicka.

Upon closer inspection of the Demon Sword, one could see a faint green soul entwined around it, unmistakably the Long-furred Greedy Rat Liu Feng had just slain.

Wow, oh my goodness! The Demon Sword my father gave me is just incredible!

I can actually absorb the souls of the demons I slay! Could this mean I'll strike it rich in the future?

It's common knowledge that unless special methods are employed to absorb a demon's soul, the souls of slain demons typically dissipate back into the cosmos. Consequently, evil souls fetch exorbitant prices on the market, with even those at the slave level valued at over a million, and those at the General level going for tens of millions.

Furthermore, souls are categorized by their integrity into essence and residual soul, with the essence naturally commanding a higher price. Liu Feng couldn't contain his excitement upon discovering that he had obtained an essence. Could it be that he would only collect essences from now on? If so, that would truly make the Demon Sword a tool for amassing wealth!

"What are you zoning out for?" Zhuang Qiushuo could only see Liu Feng reaching out before freezing in place, his gaze vacant. Confused, she asked, "What's got you so spellbound?"

A pool of blood stained the ground, spreading to the demon's lifeless body.

Some demons' claws inflict grievous wounds that prevent natural healing.

"You're bleeding out, and yet you're standing there lost in thought. Aren't you going to do something about it, or did the fight knock some sense out of you?"

"Did you, by any chance, see the soul of the demon just now?"

"Soul? Only a curse Mage can extract and materialize a demon's soul. You really should know this—don't tell me you've been skipping school."

Looking for an evil soul, are you? Hehe.

"Rip!"

Unable to stand idly by, Zhuang Qiushuo forcefully tore off her sleeve and wrapped it around Liu Feng's wound.

"Ow, that hurts, be gentle," Liu Feng winced in pain. What was this, tying shoelaces?

Zhuang Qiushuo huffed but said nothing, her actions softening considerably.

"There we go!" Zhuang Qiushuo chuckled as she admired her handiwork.

Today, Zhuang Qiushuo's sleeves were pure white, making Liu Feng's right arm look like it was mummified!

"Uh-huh," Liu Feng responded noncommittally.

Liu Feng mulled over Zhuang Qiushuo's words. So, if he took the dead demon's soul, nobody else would know?

Hahaha, that was brilliant!

His journey into the arcane might just be a path to riches!

Liu Feng burst into foolish laughter once more.

Zhuang Qiushuo sighed. He had looked quite heroic during the fight, but now he seemed to have been knocked senseless.

Ignoring Liu Feng's laughter, she phoned the school to report the incident. The Long-furred Greedy Rat was likely the culprit behind the cafeteria theft. She also requested they attend to the cafeteria, which was left in shambles after the battle, strewn with blood and flesh. It was unclear whether the blood was Liu Feng's or the demon's, which pained Zhuang Qiushuo.

As she made the call, Liu Feng regained his composure, thrilled by the Demon Sword's power. Souls were often elusive, making the demon's soul incredibly valuable. Yet for him, such souls were within easy reach!

"Come on, let's head to the infirmary," Zhuang Qiushuo said, looking at Liu Feng with concern.

"Okay." Liu Feng nodded, not objecting. He wasn't sure if the demon's claws were poisonous, so it seemed wise to get checked out.

The night-shift female teacher in the infirmary was startled to see Ms. Zhuang and a male student arrive so late.

She shared a knowing smile that everyone could recognize.

The mood suddenly took on an air of subtle flirtation.

"Cough, cough. It's not what you're thinking," Liu Feng was quick to clarify.

Zhuang Qiushuo's face flushed with annoyance. "Are you even speaking human language? Are you doing this on purpose, or did getting hit make you foolish? How can anyone think there's nothing between us after you say that?" But recalling how Liu Feng had shielded her during their battle with the demon, Zhuang Qiushuo held her tongue.

The female teacher offered a small smile before her gaze fell upon Zhuang Qiushuo's missing sleeve and the white bandages on Liu Feng's arm.

Her casual gaze turned serious.

I see, he was wounded in the fight.

Liu Feng winced in pain while still managing to flirt with the female doctor.

"Doctor, could you be a little gentler? You're so beautiful, why is your touch as rough as Ms. Zhuang's?"

Xiao Yan chuckled at the boy's antics, while Zhuang Qiushuo's expression darkened. Were Liu Feng's comments implying she wasn't attractive?

...

"Let's go, take me back so I can sleep."

After treating the wound, Zhuang Qiushuo gave Liu Feng a playful look. Despite being on campus, she still felt uneasy walking alone at night.

"Alright," Liu Feng understood her hint. Normally, he would have seized the opportunity to tease her, especially after such a loaded remark, but he was eager to return to his study of the Demon Sword.

He quickly escorted Zhuang Qiushuo to the base of the teachers' dormitory and then dashed off without a backward glance.

Watching Liu Feng leave without showing any interest, Zhuang Qiushuo felt an unexpected twinge of disappointment instead of the relief she anticipated at the thought of sleep.

That unwelcome sense of loss haunted her.

She had hoped Liu Feng would tease her so she could give him a piece of her mind, but he just left. Why?

"What's gotten into me?" Zhuang Qiushuo murmured, lightly touching her lips.

In the Liu family's courtyard, next to a young sapling, Liu Feng summoned a Demon Sword into his grasp. As he partially unsheathed it, the blade's gleam mirrored his face, lighting it up with childlike excitement.

"Cosmic Question, quickly hand over the evil soul."

Silence followed his command, leaving Liu Feng feeling as though he were speaking to thin air. He delved deep into the spiritual world, where an evil soul hovered like the root of duckweed adrift in the cosmos.

With a surge of psychokinesis, the evil soul was drawn forth. Liu Feng opened his eyes to find the evil soul clasped in his hand. After a moment's consideration, he secured it within a vessel. It would have been quite the headache for Liu Feng had he been unable to extract it.

Overcome with affection, Liu Feng impulsively kissed the Demon Sword. In response, the sword erupted with a fierce demonic power, quivering intensely and jolting his mouth away, leaving his lips tingling.

"Ah, oh, I see now—you're male. Alright, no more kisses," Liu Feng remarked, unfazed by the numbness in his mouth.

"Wow, you've got quite the spirit, Demon Sword."