Chapter 58: Bizarre Sculpture, Practitioner of the Liu Family

Facing Zhao Yu's proposal, the Saber felt extremely aggrieved: "If you leave, I won't be able to move even with hands and feet. By then, even if the Origin runs away, I won't be able to chase it."

Zhao Yu couldn't help but complain: "Little Saber, why are you so useless? You're not even as good as your own Origin."

Throughout its entire life, the Saber hated nothing more than being called useless, especially by Zhao Yu.

In a fit of anger, the Saber gritted its teeth: "Anyway, my Origin is right down there. Just channel your magic power into my body, then slash at the ground. I'll use my Origin to assist you! When the time comes, let alone a mere ten miles, we can slice through a depth of a hundred miles with a single strike!"

Since there was no path, they would simply carve one out.

Anyway, they weren't chopping down evil spirits; they only needed a tiny, tiny, tiny fraction of the Origin, and there would even be some to spare.

Zhao Yu was instantly startled: "You're that powerful?"

That was ten miles deep!

The Saber immediately grew cocky: "I am the Great Saber, matchless and invincible, alright!"

Although losing too much of its Origin had caused it to forget many things, it remembered one thing clearly: it was super powerful.

Zhao Yu looked at the Saber with deep suspicion for a good while before tightening his grip and swinging the blade toward the ground.

"Screee..."

Along with what sounded faintly like a phoenix cry, no other unusual phenomena manifested.

Zhao Yu's blade struck the earth.

"Rumble..."

The ground trembled.

In an instant, the earth split open, revealing a dark, bottomless gorge resembling a single thin line of sky.

Zhao Yu was shocked: "I'm actually this powerful?"

Did he really make that slash himself?

"It's obviously because I am powerful," the Saber couldn't help but contend for the credit.

Zhao Yu slanted his eyes at it: "If it weren't for me, could you be this strong?"

"No," the Saber became dejected.

If it were too far from Zhao Yu, it couldn't even manage to move an inch; at most, it could only make some noise to scare people.

Zhao Yu felt quite proud: "So, I am the stronger one."

The Saber remained unconvinced, yet still feigned submission: "Well... then you're just a tiny, tiny bit stronger than me."

It made up its mind: once its Origin returned, it would let Zhao Yu witness the peerless terror of the Great Saber!

By then, it would make Zhao Yu shiver under its blade, and whenever Zhao Yu read storybooks, he would have to hold the book and read it aloud to the Saber.

Zhao Yu would also have to specially customize an ultra-luxuminous, grand bed for it—the Great Saber deserved to sleep on a proper bed too!

Heh heh heh...

Zhao Yu, who had condensed a pair of wings and was preparing to leap into the depths of the earth, asked suspiciously, "What are you foolishly giggling about?"

He had a lingering feeling that the Saber was plotting a rebellion.

The Saber hurriedly shook its blade: "Nothing, nothing at all, I wasn't thinking about anything. Let's hurry down."

"I feel like you're lying to me, but I have no proof."

Muttering a couple of words, Zhao Yu flapped his wings and transformed into a streak of light, plunging deep into the ground.

After descending for quite a while, they reached the bottom.

There was an underground chamber here, and the very edge of their previous blade strike had precisely cracked open the roof of this chamber...

Zhao Yu couldn't help feeling proud of himself again: "My control over power is so exquisite; as expected, I am truly formidable."

Unusually, the Saber didn't bicker with Zhao Yu, instead darting its gaze rapidly around the surroundings.

Sensing a lack of fun, Zhao Yu also began to inspect the area.

A number of candles were lit around the chamber, which was otherwise entirely empty.

Deep within the chamber, however, stood a solitary sculpted idol, before which sat an incense burner filled with a considerable amount of ash.

The idol looked rather bizarre—it was a mud-sculpted malevolent ghost with a blood-thirsty, gaping maw, trampling numerous human faces beneath its feet.

Inside the ghost's mouth, not only were there countless sharp, tiny fangs, but many carved human faces were embedded there as well.

Zhao Yu looked at the Saber and asked, "Is that your Origin over there? Did they carve it into a man-eating monster?"

After staring at it for a long while, the Saber shook its blade: "That sculpture is not my Origin."

Zhao Yu grew puzzled: "Then where is your Origin?"

"My Origin isn't here," the Saber crawled onto Zhao Yu's shoulder with a heavy sense of melancholy.

Having Zhao Yu read stories to it, having Zhao Yu build it a dedicated luxury bed—both of its dreams had shattered.

Wuwuwu...

Meanwhile, Zhao Yu's expression turned fierce: "Was the female ghost lying to me?"

He was a man of his word; if the female ghost had deceived him, he would drag her back and throw her into a pot to simmer for a few days.

"No."

Pausing for a moment, the Saber grew even more despondent: "This sculpture is part of the Origin... Roughly speaking, the Liu family obtained a wisp of Origin from my true body, and then fashioned that wisp into this sculpture."

Zhao Yu became unhappy: "So your real Origin actually isn't here?"

In that case, his hope of curing his wife had been dashed?

However, the Saber shook its blade: "No, it must be here, right in this town! What I sensed was the main body of the Origin, not this wisp fashioned into a sculpture."

Zhao Yu didn't feel like talking anymore.

He secretly vowed that once the Saber got its Origin back, it better knew how to cure his wife; otherwise, he would definitely make the Saber experience the warm embrace of Mother Earth... Searching for this Origin was simply too troublesome.

Suddenly.

The Saber looked at Zhao Yu with an utterly flattering expression: "Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, can you give me a drop of your blood?"

"What for?" Zhao Yu instinctively grew defensive.

Bleeding equals pain.

"Although my true Origin isn't here, there is this sculpture made from a wisp of it."

With that, the Saber rubbed its blades together: "If you give me a drop of blood, I can use your blood to forcefully trigger all the remaining Origin within me, and then I'll be able to use this sculpture to sense the true whereabouts of my Origin in the town."

Zhao Yu, who was about to refuse, began to hesitate.

After struggling internally for a good while, Zhao Yu gritted his teeth: "If you can't sense the real Origin, I'm going to bury you in the soil to keep Mother Earth company! And... and it'll be for at least a whole day!"

The Saber immediately swore oaths to the heavens: "We're good friends after all, I would certainly never lie to you. If I say I can sense it, then I definitely can!"

Zhao Yu remained somewhat skeptical, considering how useless the Saber usually was.

Yet, in the end, with a bitter face and trembling heart, he brought his hand to his mouth.

With a bite, the skin of his finger broke.

"It hurts to death..."

Amidst his whimpering complaints, Zhao Yu tearfully rubbed his punctured fingertip along the blade of the Saber.

A single droplet of blood silently remained on the surface of the blade.

Having obtained the blood, the Saber began to curse and mutter: "Let's see where you've been hiding."

Without any visible movement from the Saber, the bizarre sculpture in the depths of the room instantly crumbled into fine powder.

Immediately following that, ripples of invisible energy expanded outwards, sweeping across the entire town in a flash.

Barely three breaths later.

The Saber leaped back onto Zhao Yu's shoulder, overjoyed: "Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, I've found my Origin!"

Disregarding the piercing pain in his fingertip, Zhao Yu immediately asked, "Where is it?"

"Daring to disrupt this seat's arrangements, you all deserve to die." A chilling voice suddenly echoed through the chamber.

"Swish, swish, swish..." The surrounding candles extinguished in an instant.

Glowing runes spontaneously manifested along the walls of the secret chamber.

"Judging by this impressive display, some extraordinary expert must be arriving. Let's run!" Grabbing the Saber, Zhao Yu bolted straight up toward the ceiling.

According to the records in storybooks, anyone who referred to themselves as "This Seat" was invariably an extremely formidable master.