Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 108 - 96 Knife【2nd update please subscribe】

Chapter 108: Chapter 96 Knife!【2nd update, please subscribe!】

Chapter 108 -96 Knife!【2nd update, please subscribe!】

Feng Yin sighed, gently stroking the eaglets.

In a soft voice, he said, “If there comes a day when I have to send you away, even if it’s for your own good, would you remember me? Would you remember my original intention? Would you blame me?”

His voice was tinged with melancholy.

The eaglets looked at Feng Yin with wide eyes, affectionately nuzzling against his fingers with their sharp little beaks.

Though they were sentient, they didn’t understand these grand narratives. Yet for them, the present moment of happiness, joy, and contentment was everything; there was no need to understand what their master was saying.

Just being in the palm of Feng Yin’s hand gave them incomparable satisfaction.

Feng Yin let out a deep sigh.

After playing with the three little ones for a while, he had Feng Ying take them out for some playtime.

He returned to his room and opened the package that Wu Tiejun had sent him.

Once he had sorted out his thoughts and adjusted his state of mind, he focused on the twenty-two Spiritual Pearls.

Clearly, although these Spiritual Pearls were of high quality, they were far inferior to the three King Rank ones that Feng Ying’s mother had given him.

Even the rare Eighth Rank Demon Beast’s Spiritual Pearl mentioned by Wu Tiejun could not compare. The difference was too great.

Comparing items was always vexing. His harvest was abundant, but the quality… whether it could capture the interest of the ruined blade and what sort of response it would generate remained uncertain!

While Feng Yin’s gaze was focused on the twenty-two Spiritual Pearls, he suddenly felt that the dormant ruined blade within his consciousness began to stir.

It’s happening!

Suddenly, a surge of heat coursed through him, following the path of his meridians, and rushed to Feng Yin’s fingertips, filled with a palpable sense of eagerness.

There’s a chance!

A thought crossed Feng Yin’s mind.

So, Feng Yin laid out the twenty-two Spiritual Pearls on the table. Seeing them was one thing, but he was still a good meter and a half away from the table.

Even if he were to reach out, he wouldn’t be able to touch them.

The feeling in his fingertips made Feng Yin’s face break into a sly smile.

All of this was part of his experiment, an attempt to determine the degree of allure these Spiritual Pearls held for the ruined blade!

He’d had a feeling last time; the ruined blade had to touch the Spiritual Pearls to absorb them. If it couldn’t make contact, it could only sigh in vain.

The current situation was within Feng Yin’s expectations. He had everything under control.

His fingers were both itching and hot, wave after wave of sensation making Feng Yin almost want to scream out. He had a strong urge to reach out and grab the Spiritual Pearls.

Physically and mentally, in body and soul, he felt the same.

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But Feng Yin held back, staying firm and motionless.

“This insignificant blade dares to make demands of me?”

“You’re supposed to be mine, and yet you’re audacious enough to try and control me, order me around? Where in the world does that happen?”

Feng Yin forcefully suppressed the increasingly strong impulses.

No matter what you do, I remain unmoved, let’s see if you can come up with another strategy.

It was clear that Feng Yin was attempting to negotiate with the blade, striving for dominance.

Although he did not know if this ruined blade had a consciousness, if it could understand him, if it might engage in a conversation with him; he had to try!

Previously, the blade had unexpectedly absorbed the three Spiritual Pearls and then disappeared, catching him off guard.

Feng Yin considered it the biggest failure of his two lives as a human being, unparalleled!

I have a cheat code, but the cheat code did a runner after benefiting.

—I have shamed transmigrators!

Therefore, this time, Feng Yin had to figure things out thoroughly. He would not yield before he understood them, and he would still not yield after figuring them out.

The discomfort in his fingers gradually escalated to a limit. Feng Yin felt that even if he were to sever his fingertip now, he probably wouldn’t feel pain, but relief.

But still, he held back, even managing to put on a smile.

You want a showdown?

Bring it on!

Let’s hurt each other, shall we?

Let’s love and kill each other, shall we?

Let’s see whether you, the blade, is stronger, or I, Feng Dalang, the superior transmigrator, am more formidable!

I refuse to believe it!

The process was a long one, with various feelings constantly flooding him. No one else could comprehend the hardship he was enduring. It was excruciatingly difficult.

Yet, Feng Yin remained unflustered and calm.

He kept his fingers pointed to the numerous Spiritual Pearls on the table, yet remained motionless.

No matter what you do, I’m not going to move. Let’s see who can move whom?

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

A quarter of an hour.

An hour.

An hour and a half.

Two hours passed.

The blade was persistent, but Feng Yin was truly ruthless. He held a needle in his other hand, ready to jab it into his thigh any second.

Whenever he felt that he was about to give in, he would give himself a shot.

A moment of sharp pain, a moment of inexplicable agony, always brought Feng Yin’s thoughts back to clarity. After a grimace, he would once again engage in a battle of wills.

I’ve had it with you, this ruined blade. I’ll keep injecting myself, reviving my spirit. If one hour is not enough, then two. If two hours are not enough, then all night, and if that’s not enough, then three days and three nights!

If you disagree, I am willing to argue with you for a year!

I don’t care!

The only outcome will have to be me controlling you, there’s no way I would let a small crappy knife control me!

This is Feng Yin’s arrogance.

This arrogance originated from a previous life, after the founding of a nation, animals can no longer even become spirits, let alone anything else; humans are the masters of all things!

This thinking has been deeply entrenched.

It’s completely different from the thinking of the people on this Anping Continent.

So… this arrogance of Feng Yin always supports him; no matter what, I have traveled through time and space to arrive at this world, there’s no reason to listen to the commands of a small crappy knife after arriving!

About three hours!

A full three hours!

After three hours, that patronizing feeling finally faded slowly.

Feng Yin felt that his fingers had returned to their normal touch.

Obviously, the knife had given up, but it had not left yet.

Then, a private feeling of depression springs up from Feng Yin’s heart.

Feng Yin seemed to see a small crappy knife, like a rooster that had lost a battle, dragging itself in front of him; a face full of helplessness, a face full of depression, suppressing ill feelings, but still somewhat admiring.

You are bloody awesome!

I surrender!

Surrendered?

Feng Yin snorted, looked at his finger, and said: “Come out!”

The finger did not respond, the small crappy knife did not come out.

I have already surrendered, what else do you want?

Is it not enough to kill a man in such a way, do you want to enslave me as well?

I also have dignity.

Feng Yin felt the knife’s resistance, a wholehearted resistance. He couldn’t help but sneer.

Resistance?

Feng Yin slowly extended his left hand forwards, as if to grab something, a Spiritual Pearl.

The knife instantly moved from the right hand to the left hand, and that feeling surged once again.

Feng Yin paused his left hand in mid-air, unmoving, just a foot away from the Spiritual Pearl, so near yet so far.

Another round of bargaining.

The stalemate this time was shorter, only half an hour, just one third of the previous round.

But the little knife still didn’t come out, as if it was still sulking.

I won’t come out!

Feng Yin keenly sensed the knife’s mood and snorted lightly, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Am I, as a modern time traveller who is knowledgeable in every field and can do anything, unable to tame you?

Joke!

He stretched out his hand, quickly grasped a Fifth Rank Spiritual Pearl in his right hand, like a bolt of lightning.

A warm current instantly moved from the left hand back to the right hand, and the Spiritual Pearl in his palm quickly shrank and disappeared, completely absorbed.

Then, Feng Yin could clearly feel a dancing mood and a feeling of ‘I want, I want, I still want’ rising up clearly, urging him on.

Then that numbing feeling rose up again, only this time, it was stronger.

Feng Yin endured it for another half hour, that feeling of indignation, of powerlessness, of urgency, of depression, and of submission, arrived as expected.

Feng Yin looked at his right hand, and said in a deep voice: “Come out.”

This time, what he felt was a wave of hesitation, as if it wanted to come out, yet it didn’t want to give up.

It’s clear that whether it’s Feng Yin or the small knife, both understood that this was a matter of initiative and even control. Whoever gives in first, loses.

Not only did Feng Yin not want to lose, the small crappy knife did not want to either.

The arrogance of being a divine item did not permit it to yield.

As a knife, it desperately hoped that it could run amok across the world, madly slashing about, battling till it was driven mad. But the pride of being a divine object didn’t allow it to accept being under the command of an ordinary person.

The right of initiative, the right to control, both want to hold onto it, and naturally began another round of endurance comparison.

Feng Yin lowered his head, looked at his finger, as if looking at that knife, and said softly: “I don’t know your origins, nor do I intend to understand how you are made, but in the end, you opened my new life, for this, I am grateful.”

That feeling in his finger disappeared, as if it was listening to Feng Yin speaking.

Feng Yin felt a little calm in his heart, it’s good if you can understand.

Being able to understand means there is hope to communicate, being able to communicate is stronger than anything else!

“Although I don’t know what kind of existence you are, I have a guess that you are fundamentally still a weapon.” Feng Yin said gravely.

Feng Yin immediately felt a thorough sentiment of ridicule.

A weapon? Do you really need to point that out?

I am a knife, if not a weapon, then what am I?

Do you intend to use the knife to write? Or use a knife to make clothes? Or you want to use a knife to run?

Feng Yin was unmoved, and continued, “But I have a deeper guess that your role is no longer confined to being a weapon; but a kind of inheritance.”

The ridicule disappeared, as if it was in silence.

Silence, often means… consent!