Chapter 213: The Queen Sword Has Taste
Damian stood at the edge of the silver sword domain, looking at the [Queen Sword] buried in the black stone platform.
The five outside cultivators watched from behind him with strange expressions.
They had all failed, and even suffered injuries from the sword, so they wanted to see how this arrogant bastard would do it.
Damian was now standing there, and unlike the others, he did not immediately charge into the domain.
He just stood there and talked to the sword.
Damian placed one hand behind his back and spoke with complete confidence. "Your name is [Queen Sword], right?"
The silver sword hummed faintly.
HUMM...
Damian nodded seriously, as if he had received a clear answer. "Then that means you must be searching for a female cultivator."
The five cultivators froze.
Damian continued naturally, "No wonder those five cultivators couldn’t take you out. After all, they’re just ugly men."
The five men’s faces darkened at once.
One of them snapped, "Who the hell are you calling ugly?"
Another clenched his fists. "You bastard, do you think you look that good?"
Damian ignored them completely.
His gaze remained fixed on the [Queen Sword], his expression shameless but oddly sincere.
"Think about it. You are elegant, proud, sharp, and beautiful. A sword like you should not be dragged around by some rough man who only knows how to swing and shout."
The silver lines in the domain slowed faintly.
Damian’s eyes brightened.
"Good. It’s listening."
He took one careful step forward. "How about this? I know a beautiful woman. She has Metal Qi, strong sword talent, and a personality almost as proud as yours."
The [Queen Sword] trembled slightly.
HUMM?
Damian smiled. "She was betrayed, slandered, hunted, and still refused to lower her head. Her sword heart is clean, her temper is cold, and her pride is damn hard to break."
The sword domain became quieter.
The five cultivators also stopped talking.
Damian’s voice lowered. "How about I take you to her?"
The [Queen Sword] released a sharper hum, clearly doubtful.
HUMM!
Damian raised both hands. "What? You don’t believe me?"
The sword did not answer, but the silver lines around him pointed closer to his throat.
Damian’s mouth twitched. "Come on. Look at me. I’m just a weak person. How could a weak person lie to a noble, intelligent, beautiful sword like you?"
The five cultivators’ expressions turned blank.
Weak?
This shameless bastard dared to call himself weak inside the [Core Sword Domain]?
Damian ignored their disgust and continued, "I promise I’m not lying. Isn’t it better to believe me once than stay here alone for countless years, waiting for someone worthy who may never come?"
The silver sword domain fell silent.
For several breaths, nothing moved.
The [Queen Sword] slowly trembled.
HUMM...
The silver lines withdrew one by one.
A second later, the sword rose from the black stone platform by itself.
SHING!
A clean silver light spread through the domain.
The five cultivators stared in disbelief.
The [Queen Sword] flew directly toward Damian and stopped above his palm.
Damian’s smile slowly widened. "Hehehe... see? Communication really is important."
The five outside cultivators stared at the sword in Damian’s hand.
For several breaths, none of them spoke.
Their faces were pale, their eyes were wide, and their expressions looked like they had just seen a dog teach sword Dao.
One of them almost coughed blood. "This... this method actually worked?"
Another cultivator’s mouth twitched violently. "We tried hard for an entire day, and he just talked bullshit to it?"
The third looked at Damian with dark eyes. "Yes, he did. But look... the sword has already been pulled out."
The moment he said that, the five cultivators’ eyes suddenly changed, and they began to move.
In only a few breaths, they blocked Damian’s path from five directions.
Damian raised his brow and calmly closed his fingers around the [Queen Sword]. "What do you want?"
One cultivator’s face twisted with anger. "What do we want? You mocked us."
Another gripped his sword hilt tightly. "We are Golden Core cultivators. How dare you humiliate us like that?"
Damian blinked. "You mean the ugly men part?"
Their expressions became even worse.
Damian nodded as if he understood. "Ah. So that hurt."
The leading cultivator’s voice became cold. "Enough nonsense. Hand over the sword."
Damian looked at him strangely. "Hand over the sword?"
The man sneered. "The hardest part was pulling it out. Now that the sword has left the platform, we can take it from you."
Another cultivator added, "Even if we cannot use it, a Top-Rank Royal Grade sword can still be sold for a terrifying price."
Damian stared at them for a moment.
His expression slowly became disappointed. "Damn. Weren’t you the ones who said there was no need to fight each other?"
The leading cultivator laughed coldly. "We don’t need to fight each other."
His sword slowly left its sheath as he stared at Damian. "But with you, that is another matter."
The other four also drew their swords.
Five Golden Core auras rose at the same time, pressing down on the quiet silver domain.
Damian frowned slightly.
Not because he was afraid.
He was just annoyed.
"Seriously? I finally convinced this proud sword to come with me, and you bastards immediately turn into robbers?"
One cultivator said coldly, "Blame yourself for being too arrogant."
Damian looked at the [Queen Sword] in his hand and sighed. "See? This is why ugly men can’t be trusted."
The [Queen Sword] gave a faint cold hum.
HUMM...
Damian smiled. "Hehe, even you agree with me, huh?"
The five cultivators’ faces darkened.
Damian casually stored the [Queen Sword] away.
The moment the sword disappeared, the five cultivators’ eyes sharpened.
They thought Damian was afraid of damaging the sword.
Unfortunately, they misunderstood.
A second later, Damian raised his hand, and a completely different sword appeared in his grip.
The blade was dark and fierce, with crimson thunder patterns crawling across its surface like living lightning.
A deep eclipse-like aura spread from it, heavy, violent, and far more dangerous than any ordinary Royal Grade sword.
The air around Damian cracked faintly.
CRACKLE!
The five cultivators froze.
Damian rested the sword on his shoulder and sighed. "I wasn’t putting that sword away because I was scared."
His lips curved faintly. "I just didn’t want Cassandra’s gift to get dirty."
The leading cultivator’s eyes widened with greed. "Another Royal Grade sword?"
One of the others swallowed hard. "That aura... High-Rank Royal Grade at least."
Damian looked at their greedy faces and shook his head with deep disappointment.
"You really can’t trust ugly men. No wonder handsome men always get the girls."