CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 72: PERFECT SWORD

Lin Qiubai did not give any response.

Wan Haihao asked several more times, but still got no reaction. He rolled his eyes and said, "How does the sword called Rain Boiling and the person using it compare to you?"

The exchanges between Wan Haihao and Lin Qiubai were not many, but he could vaguely sense...

This guy with such a domineering name only cares about his sword and Sword Dao, disregarding everything else.

If the other person unprecedentedly pays attention to insignificant matters, it probably means that, seemingly irrelevant to the sword, those things are beneficial to perfecting his Sword Dao.

In this world, there are only wrongly chosen names, never wrongly chosen nicknames.

This person Lin Qiubai...

No, this residual soul, since he claims to be the "Sword Master," approaching the topic from this angle should pique his interest.

Sure enough!

As soon as it was mentioned, Lin Qiubai was willing to speak: "Rain Boiling... the sword name is decent."

"The sword’s shape is unique, ingenious in its own way, but unfortunately, it is just Mortal Iron, and the Sword Master lacks nurturing methods. It’s difficult to develop a Sword Spirit, let alone forge Sword Remains; it shatters with a touch, unable to withstand a blow."

"As for the person..."

"That youngster Zhu Hanyi."

"Swordsmanship Talent is not bad, heart and mind are adequate, with a renowned mentor’s guidance, his future is promising."

This might be the longest segment Lin Qiubai has said.

Wan Haihao blinked: "And then?"

The other person disparaged the Rain Boiling Sword as worthless, but it doesn’t matter; after all, he is only left with a soul now, without a physical body. Whether he’s boasting or not, Wan Haihao couldn’t tell.

However...

The three keywords—nurturing methods, Sword Spirit, Sword Remains—were new gains.

Now, Wan Haihao was working hard to open up the topic, trying to coax more information from the other person’s mouth.

"What and then?" Lin Qiubai asked, displeased.

Wan Haihao reluctantly squeezed out a slight smile, mimicking Dong Huaiming, using an unfamiliar quirky tone: "At times like this, you should say ’this child must not be allowed to stay!’"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai sneered: "Do not attempt to comprehend the actions of the strong with the mindset of the weak. What you just said is the greatest insult to me."

"When I was alive, encountering such geniuses, regardless of friend or foe, I would never suppress them; instead, I would devote all my efforts to nurture them."

Wan Haihao felt this guy might be a fool.

"Why?"

Who would spend time and effort to nurture enemies!

This guy is truly skilled in courting death!

"There is a saying on Earth that resonates with me."

Lin Qiubai said gently, "The sea embraces all rivers, broad become its capacity."

"When I challenged the world back in the days, I just regretted that there were too few strong individuals to help me find that Perfect Sword."

Alright!

Wan Haihao understood.

This guy is the ultimate master who is "in the lonely summit" and "true invincibility is solitary," confident to the point of arrogance.

Facing challenges from hot-blooded youngsters, instead of killing them, he would send them experience, equipment, and cultivation techniques, worrying only that their level cap is too low, unable to reach the level he desires.

Logically understandable, emotionally, Wan Haihao feels this guy is foolish.

If he had Lin Qiubai’s peak abilities, he definitely wouldn’t be like the other person!

At this thought, Wan Haihao’s inferiority complex acted up again.

He couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

What am I thinking?

Someone like him has absolutely no chance of becoming a strong figure like Lin Qiubai, laughing proudly across the eight wildernesses and overlooking the four seas...

Just in terms of mentality, he is far behind.

The style is too different!

Wan Haihao knew what his problem was.

The key is, knowing doesn’t mean solving it.

Speaking of this, it’s necessary to thank the development of modern medicine and chemistry.

Medication is very effective; each time after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Wan Haihao would feel much better.

But after the effects wore off, his emotions would instantly plunge into the abyss again.

If psychological illnesses were so easy to cure, why would there be so many depression patients?

Facing Lin Qiubai, Wan Haihao felt immense pressure!

After just a few words, he felt his mind foggy and his body in pain, but upon careful perception, he couldn’t explain where it hurt.

In the past, Wan Haihao could avoid problems when he encountered them.

But now, Lin Qiubai resides in his body. Where can he escape?

Thinking this, he unscrewed the medicine bottle and swallowed several nefazodone tablets with mineral water.

The medicine absorbed by the stomach, its active ingredients gradually entering the bloodstream through the microvilli.

Chemical compounds quickly started to take effect.

All of Wan Haihao’s anxiety vanished, leading to an inexplicable sense of calm.

"Challenge the world... Perfect Sword?"

Remembering these two keywords silently, he spoke, "In this world, nothing is absolutely perfect..."

Before he could finish, Lin Qiubai directly interrupted: "The Perfect Sword must exist!"

At this point, the self-proclaimed Sword Master turned his words: "I intend to recruit a few disciples on Earth, and that little guy named Zhu Hanyi barely makes the cut, far stronger than a medicine vat like you."

Wan Haihao was drenched in proverbial blood but didn’t get angry: "Why recruit disciples? You don’t want to hide your information?"

The Sword Master said leisurely, "I changed my mind."

"I burned my body and Sword Remains, broke through the firmament, cleaved through the void, and descended on this planet to pursue the Perfect Sword, not to waste away in a worthless body."

The words weren’t polite, causing Wan Haihao’s eyelid to twitch slightly.

This sudden whim...

So capricious!

He wondered how someone with such a temperament managed to become a big shot.

Moreover, hearing this, it seemed he played himself to death?

Initially, Wan Haihao thought he stirred up too many enemies and was attacked collectively, leading to his downfall with only a residual soul left.

Now it seems this guy indeed had the capital to be arrogant.

Traversing wormholes with just the physical body, completing a spatial leap...

Saying such things really gives him prestige.

Estimating vaguely this way, the planet Lin Qiubai came from might be at the "Enchanted" level.

Wan Haihao knew having such a rogue residual soul attached to him might implicate him.

But he didn’t care.

He previously thought about ending himself; would he fear this?

If during his death, he could leave a wealth for Earth, wouldn’t that be great?

"What about Brother Ran? In your eyes, is he considered a genius?"

Wan Haihao’s somewhat pale lips curled slightly, hiding deep malice in his words: "If you’re confident, I might introduce you to him."

If it’s Ma Ran, maybe he could squeeze all value out of this alien?

"Ma Ran..."

Lin Qiubai’s tone seemed to become a bit heavier: "Barely makes the cut."

"Too bad he was born in the wrong era."

"Besides..."

"This person has no sword in his heart, not suitable for Sword Dao."

At this point, Lin Qiubai added playfully, "Talking about others, not about yourself?"

"You’re the one who showed me the weakness of the Earth Humans as a group."

"From you, it seems I see no value or meaning in this civilization’s existence."

This stung Wan Haihao’s sore spot.

He walked to the bathroom, gathered a handful of cold water to wash his face, his eyes crimson as he looked at the mirror, forcibly suppressing his anger: "Don’t use provocation."

"I don’t represent Earth humans."

Wan Haihao now had no time to lament nature’s beauty or ponder the meaning of life.

He also watched the complete recording of the "Shandong White Mane incident" that was resolved a few days ago.

In this era, is there any true peace?

It’s merely someone walking the difficult road for him.

Earth in the twenty-first century is not peaceful; it’s just fortunate he lives in a peaceful country, that’s all.

He could die, but before dying, he had to resolve the hidden threat residing in his body.

Not letting him come out to stir chaos!

"Nice look in your eyes."

Lin Qiubai said in an undeniable tone: "Attend the dinner Ma Ran arranged for Zhu Hanyi."

Wan Haihao pondered, then nodded solemnly.

The other person didn’t want to forcibly possess but wasn’t unable.

He had no right to refuse.