Grand Return System

Leon’s Hidden Harvest, A Demon Sword

"Alright! There’s still some time. Go out for a walk and buy a few beautiful clothes. I will allow you to rest for a day today. Go wherever you want to play."

Leon’s voice carried through the quiet guest room of the Whitelist Restaurant.

The room was spacious, warm, and unusually peaceful.

Soft sunlight slipped through the wooden lattice of the window, painting pale golden patterns across the floor. Outside, the distant sounds of Ashford City drifted through the air. Merchants called out from the streets. Carriages rolled across stone roads. Somewhere nearby, a musician was playing a slow melody on a stringed instrument.

For Selena and Rias, those ordinary sounds felt strangely precious.

They had spent so much time cultivating that simple pleasures had almost become distant memories.

A walk through the city.

A few new clothes.

A meal without worrying about cultivation.

A few hours without danger.

It sounded almost extravagant.

Selena exchanged a glance with Rias.

Rias’s red eyes immediately brightened.

Selena’s usually calm expression also softened.

Then, almost at the same time, the two women smiled.

The two of them said in unison, "Thank you, Teacher. Teacher is the best."

Their voices overlapped perfectly.

Leon blinked.

For a moment, he simply stared at them.

Then a faint smile appeared on his face.

"You two..."

There was a helpless warmth in his voice.

Selena and Rias exchanged another glance.

Neither needed to say anything.

They had already decided.

Today, they were going to enjoy themselves.

After saying that, they happily held hands and went out to shop.

Their footsteps gradually disappeared down the corridor.

Selena’s long silver-white hair swayed gently behind her as she walked, catching the sunlight like strands of frost. Her snow-white robes moved softly around her legs, while the pale blue sash around her waist fluttered with each step.

Beside her, Rias’s long red hair flowed down her back like a burning flame.

Her red robes made her stand out even among the colorful streets of Ashford City.

The two women walked side by side, occasionally whispering to each other.

Their expressions were lighter than they had been in a long time.

Ever since they entered the immortal mountain to cultivate, it had been a long time since they felt comfortable and carefree shopping.

Cultivation had consumed most of their lives.

Every day had been about meditation, battles, breakthroughs, treasures, dangers, and surviving against opponents stronger than themselves.

Even when they had the opportunity to leave the mountain, there was always something weighing on their minds.

Even the last time they were in Ashford City, they did not have a good time shopping, and Vita Zain had messed it up.

That memory still left Selena slightly annoyed whenever she thought about it.

Rias, however, simply laughed whenever the incident was mentioned.

Now that Leon was here, no one dared to disturb them.

More importantly, Leon had personally given them permission to enjoy themselves.

For the two women, that simple permission carried more meaning than outsiders could understand.

They were not simply going shopping.

They were being allowed to relax.

To be ordinary for a few hours.

To forget that they were cultivators carrying responsibilities far beyond their years.

As the two women disappeared into the busy streets, Leon stood by the window and watched them for a moment.

He could vaguely hear their laughter fading into the distance.

Only after he was certain they had gone far enough did his expression change.

The gentle smile remained.

But there was now something mischievous hiding behind it.

Leon slowly closed the window.

The room became quiet again.

He glanced toward the empty table.

Then toward the door.

Then at the jade pendant hanging beside his waist.

His purple eyes narrowed slightly.

The atmosphere changed.

The peaceful Teacher who had just been sending his students out to enjoy themselves disappeared.

What remained was a man who had been waiting patiently for this exact moment.

After they left, Leon immediately began his journey of collecting benefits.

He rubbed his hands together once.

A familiar excitement appeared in his eyes.

"System, hurry, hurry, hurry, return..."

The words had barely left his mouth when the familiar mechanical notification rang inside his mind.

[Ding! You have given your student the Heaven Cleaver dagger, triggering a ten thousand times critical strike.]

[Obtained Immortal Sword: Supreme Demon Sword (Incomplete)]

"Hmm?"

Leon froze.

His eyes widened.

Then his expression slowly became strange.

"F*ck..."

The return had come too quickly.

And the reward was far beyond what he had expected.

This critical hit directly gave Leon a heavy blow.

Supreme Demon Sword?

Leon stared blankly for a moment.

Then he immediately reached into his storage space.

His fingers closed around an unfamiliar object.

The next instant, a terrifying killing intent erupted.

Boom!

The entire room seemed to tremble.

The air itself became heavy.

A cold, murderous pressure spread outward like an invisible tide.

The walls shook.

The wooden furniture creaked.

Even the spiritual formations surrounding the room flickered violently.

Leon’s expression changed.

He reacted instantly.

His hand tightened around the sword.

His vast Mana surged outward and forcibly suppressed the murderous aura before it could escape from the room.

The terrifying pressure vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Leon remained motionless for several breaths.

His purple eyes were fixed on the weapon in his hand.

Fortunately, Leon reacted in time and suppressed the aura.

Otherwise, the entire Ashford City would have fallen into chaos.

The weapon was ancient.

Even more ancient than most of the treasures Leon had encountered before.

It was not simply a weapon.

It carried an overwhelming sense of slaughter.

A feeling that seemed to have been accumulated through countless years of bloodshed.

Leon slowly examined it.

The Supreme Demon Sword was incomplete.

Its appearance was rough and old, almost like a broken piece of stone that had somehow been shaped into the form of a sword.

There were cracks along its surface.

The blade itself lacked the brilliance normally associated with an immortal treasure.

At first glance, it was ugly.

Almost disappointingly so.