Chapter 1111 - 369: The Sword of Creation Emerges to Settle the Universe, Gifting the Sword to My Brother Su Qingfeng

Su Qingfeng waved his hand, and the piece of tree bark flew into his palm.

Su Yue stretched his neck to look over.

Brother Qingfeng, it has only been half a day since we last met, yet I miss you dearly.

Do you miss me too?

The Fortune Sword was Qiu Fenghai’s vital demon weapon. Unfortunately, when I killed him for you, the Fortune Sword was tainted by Qiu Fenghai’s foul blood and can no longer unleash its peak power.

I, Mo Kai, remembered that I also have a nephew, Su Yue, so I expended much effort to refine it, treating it as a gift for him.

Here is a simple Spell. Brother Qingfeng, you can study it and then teach it to our nephew.

After refining the Fortune Sword, my nephew can refine a Fortune Bone within his body.

At the same time, this Fortune Bone can fuse the Fortune Sword into his body, allowing it to appear and disappear unpredictably.

If you don’t trust me, Brother Qingfeng, you can entirely take it to the Divine Land Research Institute for verification before letting our nephew use it.

Brother Qingfeng, you are destined to be my, Mo Kai’s, good brother.

Our bond will never break.

Accept the sword; I won’t allow you to be polite.

You and I are inseparable.

Thinking of you!

GRIND, GRIND!

Su Qingfeng gnashed his teeth in fury as he read the letter. Mo Kai, that beast, hadn’t been satisfied with disgusting him just once; now, he was doing it endlessly. Who the hell was his brother? He wanted to chop the man into dumpling filling right now.

The Seventh-Grade Grandmaster was still trembling. The letter had been delivered, and so had the sword. Logically speaking, his mission had reached its conclusion, but he was still afraid. Without Su Qingfeng’s permission, he didn’t dare to leave at all.

Su Yue also found it amusing inwardly. Mo Kai was truly a cunning rascal. After killing Qiu Fenghai, he must have been the first to snatch the Fortune Sword. After all, the weapon used by a Ninth Grade of the Four-armed Race couldn’t possibly be something simple. Unfortunately, this guy had studied it for a period of time, found it of no use to him, and ultimately given it to his dad to earn some favors.

Sure enough, he was sly.

"Prince Qing, if there’s nothing else, I will take my leave first. I still have some trivial matters to attend to!" the Seventh-Grade Grandmaster said hurriedly and cautiously, seeing Su Qingfeng studying the Fortune Sword. Every minute and second he stayed here was torture.

"Yeah, go ahead!" Su Qingfeng waved his hand.

"Thank you, Prince Qing!" The Seventh-Grade Grandmaster snapped his head up in pleasant surprise. He hadn’t expected the renowned Prince Qing of the Divine Land to actually be quite amiable, albeit a bit greedy for wealth.

"Dad, you’re just going to let him go?

"Be careful he doesn’t ruin your reputation."

Watching the receding figure of the Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, Su Yue frowned deeply. This was not a good sign. At the same time, he grumbled about Mo Kai being a blockhead. Weren’t you afraid of leaking the news that you defected to the Divine Land’s Su Qingfeng? Mo Kai’s IQ shouldn’t be at this level.

"Don’t worry!" Su Qingfeng said, turning on a Source Recording Stone to film himself.

"Hmph, audacious alien race, where do you think you’re escaping to!"

SWISH!

Su Qingfeng’s demon blade flashed out, and the Seventh-Grade Grandmaster instantly lost his life. No matter how fast he ran, he wasn’t faster than Su Qingfeng’s blade.

"Oh? This guy has a sword on him, and it looks very familiar... It’s the Fortune Sword of the Four-armed Race.

"Hahaha, my, Su Qingfeng’s, luck isn’t bad."

Holding the Fortune Sword, Su Qingfeng constantly waved it near the Source Recording Stone, even striking a few poses.

Meanwhile, as the Seventh-Grade Grandmaster breathed his last, his face was filled with utter shock. Damn it. Su Qingfeng had gone back on his word.

"Dad, this..." Su Yue witnessed his dad recording himself, directing and acting out this whole play.

As expected, experts were all sinister, and his dad was no exception. At the same time, Su Yue thought of a terrifying implication. Perhaps, it wasn’t an oversight at all. When Mo Kai ordered the Seventh-Grade Grandmaster to deliver the sword to his dad, they had already reached a mutual understanding between experts. This tragic Seventh-Grade had actually been a corpse from the moment he met Mo Kai.

Sigh. These days, it wasn’t easy being a traitorous guide or a lackey.

"Son, I was originally a prisoner anyway, so I don’t need to care about my reputation at all. I specifically recorded this because I’m afraid someone might sling mud at you.

"You must also pay attention to this aspect in the future. Although the Divine Land appears peaceful and prosperous, no matter how united a group is, there will always be a few bad apples with ulterior motives.

"In the past, your strength was very weak. Those people didn’t want to cause trouble, so they didn’t take you to heart. But seeing you grow stronger day by day, some people are starting to feel the heat, and they will soon be unable to sit still.

"We aren’t afraid of going to war with alien Martial Artists, but we must also be wary of being stabbed in the back from within.

"Things like framing and planting evidence might not be fatal, but they are exceptionally disgusting."

Su Qingfeng gripped the back of Su Yue’s neck and educated him very seriously.

"Yeah, I understand, Dad. I’ll definitely be careful from now on." Su Yue also nodded solemnly.

In truth, he had already sensed some clues. For example, Li Duozhi, who had always gone against him in the past. Although this guy indeed had a grievance with him, could his repeated, shameless attempts to cause trouble truly just be a personal grudge? Was there someone behind Li Duozhi? This was quite intriguing.

The key point was that his dad had destroyed the entire ruling faction of the Elixir Group. With their interests involved, would those people willingly accept all this?

Sigh. Internal strife and external threats. Sometimes, these trivial matters at their doorstep were even more exhausting than fighting a battle in the Wet Realm. Just like his godfather, Liu Yizhou. Because of his personality, he had no choice but to fight abroad, which was the only way he could avoid the internal deception and scheming. Only someone with a personality like Wang Yetao could stand firm amidst the chaos.

"Sigh. Son, you don’t actually understand.

"It really isn’t difficult for certain people to drag you down."