Chapter 487

Chapter 487: A Sword Cultivator and His Sword Are Lifelong Partners
Along with the sound of fabric tearing, a pitch-black Flying Sword dropped into the Black Old Daoist’s hand.

The sword gave off no light at all. It could almost perfectly blend into the night. If you did not look closely, it was easy to overlook it.

When Shui Jian and the others heard the word “Madam”, they all froze for a moment. Their eyes instinctively followed the Black Old Daoist’s movements, and for a second they did not react.

In that brief instant, the Black Old Daoist had already swung his sword down.

A streak of black sword light shot out at once. The whole stretch of space began to shake violently, as if it might collapse.

For a moment, it felt like only that single sword light existed between heaven and earth.

Shui Jian’s face changed. His hands moved quickly, forming seals as he shouted: “Spatial Barrier!”

A strange power spread out in a rush. The surrounding space twisted and warped. A transparent Spatial Barrier condensed in front of him.

Boom!

The black sword light slammed into the Spatial Barrier. Wild Spirit Power waves exploded outward.

Shui Jian took a step back, but the Spatial Barrier did not move at all.

Seeing this, the Black Old Daoist was not afraid. Instead, he was pleased. He tightened his grip on his Madam.

“Good. Have a few more of my sword strikes!”

As soon as he spoke, sword light poured out like a swarm, falling on the Spatial Barrier in the blink of an eye. The sounds of impact rang out again and again.

The huge impact forced Shui Jian to retreat step after step. The Shui Clan cultivators behind him saw this and quickly worked together to pour their Spirit Power into the Patriarch’s body to help him hold on.

“Now!”

Ancestor Sui Bian shouted in a low voice. Spirit Power surged all around him, and a ring of five-colored light spread out in the air, instantly covering all the Shui Clan cultivators.

Everyone from the Shui Clan suddenly felt the flow of Spirit Power inside their bodies slow down, leaving them with a strange feeling of powerlessness.

Senior Xiu Yu formed a hand seal with her right hand. Spirit Power gathered at her fingertips, turning into a dazzling ray of light.

Then she slashed down hard.

“Open!”

A harsh tearing sound split the air.

A crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the frozen space.

Senior Xiu Yu did not hesitate. She grabbed Yu Zhao and was the first to dive into the crack. Ancestor Sui Bian and the Black Old Daoist followed close behind. In an instant, the four of them vanished from sight.

Shui Jian’s face was dark as iron: “Chase them! We absolutely cannot let them escape!”

But by the time they broke free of the five-colored light’s effect, the Space Rift had already closed. Yu Zhao and the others were nowhere to be seen.

“Ahhh!”

“Where are they? Where did Yu Zhao and the others go?”

While Shui Jian was roaring in fury, Tu Zhen Yue finally rushed over with the Tu Clan people.

As soon as he saw Shui Jian, he could not wait to ask where Yu Zhao and the others had gone.

Shui Jian’s eyes were almost spitting fire: “They are already gone, and you are only getting here now! What were you doing earlier!”

Tu Zhen Yue had just swallowed a belly full of anger back there in front of Wending Gate Master and the others. Now Shui Jian was blaming him, and he was furious too.

“I told you to stay here so you could help me block them. What were you doing? You could not even stop two people!”

“What do you mean two people! There were clearly four!”

“Four? How could there be four?”

Tu Zhen Yue was shocked. He even wondered if Shui Jian had caught the wrong people.

“There were four,” Shui Jian said loudly. “Two men and two women. One of them looked especially wretched. At a glance, you could tell he was the one you were looking for. His name is Sui Bian, and he looks just as Sui Bian.”

His tone was so firm that Tu Zhen Yue believed him at once.

“Then where are they? Which way did they run? Why are you not chasing them?”

“We cannot chase them. They tore open space and escaped through a Spatial Passage,” Shui Jian said helplessly.

Tu Zhen Yue’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He had finally been about to catch the thief who killed his brat, and they had slipped away again.

Even worse, the Barrier Formation on the Storage Bracelet only had the last eleven layers left. If every layer was broken, the things inside would not be safe.

“Raise the bounty! No matter if they are dead or alive, we have to catch them!”

…

On the other side of the Spatial Rift, Yu Zhao and the other three appeared one after another in a strange Star Domain.

Thinking back on the danger just now, Yu Zhao still felt a bit of lingering fear. If the three Seniors had not worked together so well, it would have been hard for them to escape.

She let out a long breath and was about to say something when she saw the Black Old Daoist hugging his sword with a heartbroken look on his face, muttering non-stop: “Madam, you really worked hard just now.”

Yu Zhao was speechless.

The situation had been so urgent that she had almost forgotten the Black Ancestor’s Flying Sword was actually called “Madam.”

The name really was quite special.

Ancestor Sui Bian rolled his eyes: “Black Old Daoist, can you not call it that in such a mushy tone!”

The Black Old Daoist glared at Ancestor Sui Bian and snapped: “What do you know! A Sword Cultivator and his sword are one and the same. The sword is my life! In that battle just now, Madam did most of the work. Of course I have to thank her properly.”

After speaking, he turned to the others, and his voice grew urgent: “Do any of you have any cloth? Hurry and give me some. I have to wrap Madam up again so she does not get damaged.”

When Yu Zhao heard this, she quickly took a fine piece of fabric out of her Storage Space and handed it to him: “Black Ancestor, will this do?”

The Black Old Daoist clicked his tongue in dislike and shook his head: “No. This cloth is too gaudy. It does not match my temperament.”

Yu Zhao thought about the scraps of rag the Black Old Daoist had used to wrap his sword before, and the corner of her eye twitched.

The Black Old Daoist looked over at Ancestor Sui Bian.

Ancestor Sui Bian hurriedly raised his hands: “Do not look at me. There are not many cultivators as sloppy as you. I do not have any hobby of collecting old rags.”

Before the Black Old Daoist could open his mouth, Senior Xiu Yu also firmly refused.

The Black Old Daoist frowned and thought for a moment. Then he looked down at his own tattered daoist robe, and his eyes lit up.

“I have it!”

He grabbed the hem of his robe with both hands and gave it a hard pull. With several ripping sounds, he tore off a few uneven strips of cloth.

Then he nodded in satisfaction and carefully wrapped the strips around the sword, his movements gentle, as if he were handling some priceless treasure.

Ancestor Sui Bian clicked his tongue in amazement: “Black Old Daoist, you are really stingy. You would not even use a proper piece of cloth. You just had to tear your own clothes.”

The Black Old Daoist did not even lift his head. While wrapping the sword, he said: “What do you know? My clothes might be old and worn, but I have worn them for hundreds of years. They are already in tune with my heart. Using them to wrap my sword could not be more fitting.”

When he finished, he wrapped the sword up again, slung it across his back, and finally nodded in satisfaction: “Alright, now Madam is safe at last.”

Looking at how serious he was, Yu Zhao felt both amused and a little moved. She could not help asking: “Black Ancestor, why did you choose that name?”

A rare hint of softness appeared on the Black Old Daoist’s face. He said softly: “A Sword Cultivator and his sword are lifelong partners. In my life, aside from my sword, I have no other ties. Calling her Madam is only natural.”

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

Ancestor Sui Bian grabbed his stomach and burst into wild laughter.

Yu Zhao looked at him, confused.

“Little Yu Zhao, do not listen to that old daoist’s nonsense,” Ancestor Sui Bian said between laughs. “He picked that name just to distract his enemies so he could strike first!

“He even wanted to name the sword ‘Old Dad’ at first, but the Sovereign Seniors of the Heavenly Sword Sect beat him up. Only then did he have to change the name.”