Chapter 316  Ch 316 - He Is Not the Prophesied Chosen One II

"Your Holiness, please wait a moment!"

"This sacred sword has a stubborn temperament; let me have a word with it."

At some point, the black-robed young man at the pedestal had stopped. With both hands on the sword's hilt, he wiped away his sweat, exhausted.

Yuyan heard his mutterings from afar. She had already lost interest in the young man, but hearing such eccentric words rekindled her curiosity. She found it somewhat amusing and watched with renewed interest, tucking the sword under her arm and curling her lip.

Talk to the sacred sword...?

Putting aside the fact that this sacred sword's spirit has been dormant for hundreds of years, just in terms of cultivation, he's only at the Core Formation stage. To communicate with a weapon spirit, one would need at least Nascent Soul level spiritual power!

Still, this guy has quite an imagination, comparable to that silver-tongued little pervert.

Yuyan thought silently, narrowing her beautiful eyes and continuing to watch with interest.

But gradually, Yuyan noticed that the young man had actually crouched down and seemed to be whispering something to the sacred sword.

Her eyebrows rose slightly, finding the scene of the young man talking to himself and chatting with the sword very strange.

Hum! Hum! Hum—!

At some point, Yuyan suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, seemingly sensing the Frost Chant sword tucked under her arm subtly vibrating.

Yuyan looked down, confirming that the Frost Chant sword was indeed vibrating, then raised her head again to look—

Crack!!

A strange cracking sound immediately came from the ground of the back courtyard.

All at once, Yuyan couldn't find it funny anymore.

She watched the young man intently and saw that as his muscular arm continued to exert force, his entire forearm gradually became entwined with dual-colored spiritual markings of crimson and gold.

Those spiritual markings looked like living vines, originating from the young man's palm and continuously wrapping around his arm, eventually extending to his chest, collarbone, and even half of his face at the neck.

"Little one, just come with me!"

"Come home with me, and for the rest of our lives, I promise I'll cherish you!"

In the final moment, the young man was almost hysterical in his muttering.

Yuyan found his speech ridiculous just from listening.

But even more ridiculous was that, under her incredulous gaze, the sacred sword was truly being pulled out inch by inch. The dazzling holy light was so bright that it enveloped the entire back courtyard, causing Yuyan to squint as her eyes were overwhelmed.

Rumble rumble rumble—!!

As the sacred sword left its scabbard, the ground of the entire temple shook along with it.

When the golden light and tremors subsided, Yuyan lowered the right hand she'd used to shield her face from the light and hurriedly looked closely.

"—?"

For a moment, Yuyan doubted whether her eyes were deceiving her.

The legendary sacred sword that Yunmei had guarded for years was now radiating strange black demonic flames in the black-robed young man's hands.

Not only that... Its strange and sinister sword design looked nothing like a weapon a righteous cultivator should possess.

"No! This is wrong! Wrong!"

 "You're not the chosen one—who are you?!!"

....

Damn, what's going on with this holy sword?!

When he heard Yuyan's sudden exclamation, Yino immediately felt his scalp tingle.

He looked down and saw that the originally golden holy sword had somehow transformed in his hands into a completely black demon blade with a curved edge decorated with crescent moon patterns.

You call this thing a holy sword? Is this reasonable?

Just a few minutes earlier, Yino had reached some kind of agreement with the holy sword in his consciousness sea.

The sword spirit wasn't easily fooled. As soon as Yino touched it, it immediately discovered that although the newcomer indeed possessed the innate Sword Dao Holy Physique, his blood was non-human, extremely complex in composition, and even had an inseparable connection with the Full Moon Mother Goddess—clearly fundamentally different from the destined child the sword spirit had been expecting.

After all... How could the chosen one representing the righteous path possibly be a follower of the Full Moon Mother Goddess?

Thinking of this, the holy sword began to struggle against Yino.

According to its programming, the holy sword should recognize the inheritor with the innate Sword Dao Holy Physique as its master.

But emotionally, the sword strongly rejected Yino.

After all, who could have anticipated this kind of mistake with the prophesied innate Sword Dao Holy Physique?

There was no choice. Since the sword wouldn't let him pull it out, Yino could only try to persuade it gently.

Time was running out—if Yunmei said stop, Yino would have to obediently let go and leave.

Later, seeing that gentle persuasion wasn't working, Yino simply threatened the holy sword.

He said, if you don't come with me today, Western Province City will be destroyed by the Demon Abyss tomorrow. The holy church will be occupied by cultists, and you'll be captured by the evil Pleasure Demoness and taken to her lair to be thoroughly corrupted...

At these words, the holy sword indeed trembled a bit.

Seizing the opportunity, Yino gripped the scabbard with both hands as his arms exerted their strength.

Immediately, the holy sword began to loosen.

But while the sword body yielded, the sword spirit remained defiant—

You despicable evil cultivator, you may control my body, but you'll never defile my soul!

Just from this classic Japanese-style tsundere voice, Yino could tell this sword spirit was the pampered type raised in the church since childhood. Even if it transformed into human form, its chest size would definitely not exceed A-cup—the most difficult type to please.

In fact, in the game, this holy sword was indeed famous for being tsun tsun.

After the protagonist obtained the holy sword in the third volume, he had to carefully maintain it daily with the finest materials. If he cut corners, the holy sword would rust and break down the next day just to spite him.

Besides that, the little sword spirit had many obsessive-compulsive tendencies. After the protagonist fell into the Demon Abyss, it refused to be used to kill those filthy low-level monsters, saying their blood was too disgusting and that top-tier holy swords weren't meant for such crude work. Later, it would only deploy its full power when fighting high-level bosses.

Yino had been tormented by it when playing the game in his previous life—raising a monster with maxed-out stats that looked amazing on paper, but for about ninety percent of daily battle scenarios, its icon remained grayed out in the inventory, locked and unusable.

Knowing its temperament, Yino had been extremely gentle and coaxing during their first meeting.

But unexpectedly... This sword spirit that tormented people in his previous life was still utterly uncooperative even after Yino's rebirth, constantly cursing in his consciousness sea as if he were trying to forcibly abduct an innocent maiden.

With Yunmei and Yuyan watching, Yino really had no time to reason with a sword.