Mortal To Immortal (Book 1)
MTI 232 - The Sword of Satan

"You sure you didn't see wrong?"

Yao Han tried to reexamine something behind the protective formation. Still the same scene, a sword stuck on the mound of land is not too high.

It was not that Tian Jian doubted Yao Han's vision, it was just that he still couldn't accept the growing number of oddities since entering the Orchid Flower Dimension, especially the peculiarities on that protective formation.

"Is there only a sword?"

Yao Han nodded slowly.

"Hm, after this protective formation is seen by the eyes, its strength becomes weaker." Bing Lizi argued after examining the outer wall of the protective formation.

Yutian asked everyone to stay away because he wanted to destroy once again that barrier using the World Destruction Fist.

OH, BAAMM!!!

Krakk!! Krakk!!

Bing Lizi's observations are true. This protective formation weakened slightly. It was evident that Yutian's attack could create small cracks on the walls of the protective formation, although most of his attacks were again staged in various directions.

"Ah, here..."

Yao Han and the others were again startled by seeing the protective formation as if it was able to repair itself slowly after sustaining a slight amount of damage and becoming whole as before.

"Use a combined attack. Yutian, use the World Destruction Fist again, I will make the crack bigger with sword energy."

"Good idea."

Yutian nodded in agreement with Meirong's idea. The beautiful woman touched the silver belt that wrapped around her waist. The belt then transformed into a silvery-colored sword. It was none other than the Silver Sky Sword, a high-level Ancient Heirloom sword that had accompanied Meirong for hundreds of years.

OH, BAAMM!!!

Krakk!! Krakk!! Krakk!!

Yutian's attack this time used even more Qi. Right after the formation of cracks on the walls of the protective formation, Meirong carried out the sword energy attack. That one sword slash, made the crack even wider.

"Again!" meirong.

Yutian who was ready with his next attack, unleashed the World Destroying Fist once more, which then followed the sword energy attack from Meirong, this time coated by the Phoenix Flame.

The damage resulting from the second combined attack was greater. Yutian again unleashed a fist strike. Meirong also assisted Chen Long in the form of a dragon that released a green-colored hot energy ball from his mouth. While Bing Lizi was using ice element magic to slow down the natural recovery of that protective formation wall.

The four combined attacks finally came to fruition. Only a third of the formation wall remained. What was somewhat surprising was that the wall of the protective formation turned out to be extremely thick, about two jengkal hands of an adult man.

Now all could see what Yao Han saw using the power of his Penetrating Eyes. It was true that there was only a sword that stuck on a mound of earth.



"Hm? Did I see wrong? That's a rusty sword, isn't it?" Tian Jian asked who he was.

"Your eyesight is not wrong, Senior. The sword is a curse." Meirong.

"If the sword is the key to the way out of this place, it is best to carefully pull it out. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Jian, I think you're overreacting. Not a bad premonition, but your words are based on past trauma." Bing Lizi responded, making Tian Jian smile awkwardly.

"I hope so too, Senior."

"There was no aura emanated from the sword that I felt. Is it possible not to include an heirloom sword?" Meirong muttered doubtfully.

"I agree with Brother She." Tian Jian chimed.

No one took the initiative to get close to the rusted sword and pull it out, until then the first Chen Long acted. Without needing to get close, Chen Long used wood element magic that formed the roots of a long tree to pull the sword out of the mound of earth.

"Eh? Why don't you want to be taken out?"

Chen Long was startled as he had trouble pulling out that rusty sword. He used more energy and tried repeatedly, but the result was the same.

"Aish, again there is something strange in this place," Chen Long lamented and then clucked in annoyance.

Bing Lizi and Yutian took turns using magic from a distance like Chen Long did, but the results remained the same. The sword did not want to be broken.

"I think the speciality of the rusty sword lies in its ability to make people who want to pull it angry. How could there be such a hard-to-pull sword? It's so weird."

Yao Han and the others laughed due to Yutian's irritated reaction.

"Actually not too strange. Some heirlooms are indeed difficult to touch in the usual way. Even some heirlooms can only be touched by chosen people. The most obvious example is Dong Feng Fan." Chen Long said.

Hearing that, Meirong immediately told Yao Han to pull out the rusted sword.

"Teacher Hong, am I among the chosen ones?" yao Han asked with an awkward smile.

"Say you're one of those chosen people. Otherwise, you wouldn't be destined to have five pure spirit roots, complete with special eyes and a body."

Yao Han scratched his cheeks awkwardly, a little unsure of Meirong's explanation, but he still obeyed the orders of his beautiful teacher.

While inside the protective formation that was almost completely destroyed, Yao Han was silent for a while staring at the sword.

Looking closely, the rusted sword was very ugly, in the sense that its rust was very thick. Almost the entire sword was covered with rust. It looks like it will take a long time to clear that sword of all the inherent rust.

Yao Han tried to pull out the sword with one hand, there was no reaction. Then with two hands and using more power, it still didn't work.

"It seems like this sword is not an ordinary sword. So it must be revoked in an unusual way too."

Yao Han flowed his pure Qi which was golden blue. Not just on his hands, but on his whole body.

"Take it, O sword."

Yao Han took a deep breath and began to pull the rusted sword with all his might. Yao Han's efforts showed results. Slowly, the sword could be drawn.

Yao Han was flowing more Qi and exerting more power. About five minutes later, the sword was completely uprooted.

"Finally..."

Yao Han let out a long sigh, feeling tremendous relief. Just plucking out a rusted sword almost equaled the difficulty of making one type of pill.

"Good job, Han'er." Meirong exclaimed happily while clapping his hands.

Yao Han looked at the sword for a moment. Compared to all the swords he had ever held, the rusted sword felt heavier due to the influence of the thick rust attached.

Yao Han approached the others. Just a few breaths after Yao Han and the others were delighted that the rusty sword had been uprooted, something happened to the entire Orchid Flower Dimension.

"My bad feeling really happened!"

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