Ye Yu had stared at the horse-slaying blade for a long moment, and just as he was about to reach out and touch it, Gu Ji blocked him.
“My husband, that thing’s evil nature is too strong. You’d best not touch it for now. It feeds on blood; since arriving in the Celestial Realm it has already drunk the blood of eight gods, and its rank has risen to a terrifying level. I’m afraid you’ll be affected by it.”
Ye Yu did not insist.
“If you say I can’t touch it, then I won’t. But such a massive amount of negative emotion must not go to waste!”
At those words, Gu Ji was puzzled and about to ask how, when Ye Yu flicked his sleeve.
The blade’s cruel aura vanished at once, and even the entire surface of the sword dimmed.
Its rank had been forcibly reduced from a divine artifact to the level of an immortal artifact!
This incredible sight left Gu Ji utterly stunned.
The very demonic weapon that had troubled her so had its power halved in an instant—how could this be?
In fact, Ye Yu had merely been experimenting.
He could not help himself: to him, that demonic artifact was like the finest ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) delicacy—an irresistible temptation.
Though he had always drawn negative emotion from cultivators, never from an artifact, how would he know it was impossible without trying?
So he made a bold attempt—and to his surprise, it worked!
Now the negative emotion he could harvest from the blade reached truly fearsome levels.
Once unleashed, it would surely become his greatest god-slaying weapon. Joyous indeed!
Grasping the now-subdued horse-slaying blade, Gu Ji’s heart beat with excitement as she hurriedly asked Ye Yu how he had done it.
Before he could answer, a slow flute melody sounded!
Ye Yu’s first reaction was that Chu Ge was playing the jade flute!
After all, in this village, no one else should know how.
But why play it now? To suppress Gu Ji’s inner demon?
That seemed unnecessary—since Ye Yu’s arrival, her inner demon had not flared once.
What then was the purpose of this flute melody?
Soon the tune grew urgent, stirring an inexplicable feeling!
Before Ye Yu could figure it out, Gu Ji’s eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Seeing this, Ye Yu’s expression turned grave.
“Wrong! There’s something wrong with that flute tune!”
He rushed forward to check on Gu Ji.
At that moment the melody stopped, and Qin Zizhu appeared from outside, holding his jade flute.
“Ye Yu, we meet again. This time, how happy are you to see me?”
In recent days, Qin Zizhu had been brooding over that question: just how happy was he? Now he asked Ye Yu first, to see his answer.
But Ye Yu had not the slightest thought of replying directly.
He cast a glance at the jade flute in Qin Zizhu’s hand and said in a low voice, “What exactly have you done to her?”



Indeed, Ye Yu had once again successfully unleashed the MVP spell from his current dreamtechnique: Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet.
Through relentless effort, he had created the Second-Stage Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet.
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