Chapter 1232: Demon Soul Swordsman
After chatting for a bit, Jack felt his sword slightly vibrating and he said to Sam.
"There is someone that wants to meet you."
Sam was a bit confused, but as soon as Jack held his sword and injected his spiritual energy into it, the spirit manifested out of it.
When Sam looked at the spirit, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Because the features of the spirit are extremely familiar to him. The spirit had a mix of black and white colors and it is humanoid. But that is the least of his surprises. The place where the face is supposed to be, there is nothing.
It is covered with this black and white smog, but for some reason, it didn't look out of place for a human figure to not have the face.
Sam couldn't understand how such a spirit manifested.
Jack passed on the sword to him and Sam held it tightly, the sword vibrated and when he injected his own spiritual energy into it, two sharp eyes finally appeared on that face. But except for the eyes, the rest of the face didn't appear.
Sam moved the sword a bit and it didn't feel out of place at all.
"What is happening?"
Sam asked in confusion. But everyone else feels that some kind of limit has been lifted off of the sword.
"I don't know what is happening either. But from the day the spirit that has manifested is in infancy, it has been sending me the message to want to meet you. I asked my teacher and he said it happens sometimes when the creator and the user of the weapon are not the same.
It is more like a blessing from the creator so that the weapon could really connect with the user."
Sam looked at him a bit weirdly, he didn't expect that there is something like that related to the weapon spirits.
This almost feels like giving off a child to marriage.
He gave the sword back to Jack and asked.
"Where is your teacher?"
"He will be here by night. Until then, can you take out some wine? I haven't had a decent wine in a very long time."
And then they started drinking.
By night while the friends are catching up, the team just stayed vigilant around the surroundings. Even though Sam trusted his friends so much, it is not like they can just relax in an unfamiliar environment.
There was no even whatsoever though. But all of a sudden, Night Ghost became cautious.
"Did you sense that?"
He asked the rest of the teammates, but they didn't sense anything which made them even more cautious. If only Night ghost can sense it, then the opponent must be really powerful.
Night Ghost couldn't get rid of this unease no matter how many times he confirmed that no one is there, so he let out all his ghosts and kept the Cursed Ghost near him to make sure that he would be able to attack as soon as he could see someone.
"Wow, that is quite some soul power. I am really impressed."
All of a sudden a voice was heard behind Night Ghost. The teammates immediately turned to that spot to look at a middle-aged man who is standing there with a sword at his waist.
He looked at Night Ghost leisurely.
Night Ghost gulped nervously, he gritted his teeth and was about to make a move, but he felt a sharp pain in his head which made him stop his actions and the middle-aged man spoke.
"Hold your horses, young man. I am not the enemy here. Where is that brat, Jack? Didn't he tell you that I am coming?"
He spoke and started walking towards the cave residence. The teammates were hit with a realization, but they didn't feel relieved.
If even the Night Ghost cannot hold a candle to this guy, then the person they are dealing with is extremely dangerous, so there is no way they could stay calm.
Meanwhile, inside the residence, Sam and the trio are still eating and drinking. Sam is enjoying the cooking like never before when the middle-aged man entered the room.
"Damn, brat. You are enjoying such good food and wine, while this old man is out there working his ass off for your request?"
He yelled loudly which made the chatter stop. Sam suddenly felt something invading his soul and his mental energy gathered to defend it instinctually. He had a frown on his face and he closed his eyes involuntarily.
"Not too bad. No wonder these brats are praising you."
The Middle-aged man just took a seat without any hesitation and just started eating the meat he found on the nearest plate.
Jack just smiled wryly and introduced.
"Sam, this is my teacher. He is called the Demon Soul Swordsman. As for his real name, I don't really know. Maybe it is because it is too disgusting that he doesn't want to share it. But he is mostly called the Demon-soul.
Old Man, this is my friend Sam, I talked to you about."
Sam bowed slightly and said.
"It is nice to meet you."
Demon soul looked at Sam as he sized him up and said.
"You have so many elements in your body, did you ever get to use them all together?"
"Not at the moment, no. Most of the enemies died with just one or two."
"That is a shame. To have all those tools and not be able to use them. I would feel too itchy."
Sam shrugged as he sized up the man.
He has a tanned skin tone, black hair, and a lean but strong body.
His eyes are sharp. It's like they are spewing swords out with every glance.
"I heard you got the inheritance of Murali."
Sam was stunned and looked at Jack who just shrugged.
"Don't look at him. I know Murali and I know the place you came from. The Desolate Planet. Why do you think I took your friend as a disciple? It is because he is the same place as that bastard and acts almost like him. Relentless. He doesn't know when to stop."
"Do you know where Murali is?"
"He is dead. Maybe you might find some ruins he left behind with some of his soul fragments staying there. But the real guy is already dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, why do you think he left all those inheritances back on your home planet? That is right before he was about to die. He was injured too much and I am the one that helped his soul divide into some fragments and morphed them into spirits so that they could reside in his inheritances and some other ruins.
It has been many years since that happened."
Sam felt sad for a moment. Murali is not someone close to them. They didn't meet him in person, but that guy left a lot of resources in the desolate, and in fact, he helped Sam a lot with the shadow sword. He really wanted to meet the guy if he was alive. But now those hopes are gone.
Sam thought of something and took out the shadow sword.
When Demon Soul looked at him, he was surprised and said.
"Oh, you still have that shadow sword?"
"Why? Didn't your student tell you about that?"
"He did, that is why I assumed that you would have dropped that off somewhere. That is one hell of a sword."
He said as he caressed the shadow sword which vibrated a bit, the sword on the Demon Soul's waits also started vibrating a bit.
He caressed that one too and spoke.
"Don't worry, I am just admiring him. Don't get jealous."
He gave the sword back to Sam and said.
"Don't lose it. If you managed to keep your sanity and the sword at the same time for this long, then you guys are meant to be."
"What is the story behind this sword?"
"It is a legendary sword back in the day. But most people don't know about it because the person who wielded it didn't leave anyone that could have known this sword alive.
This sword for some reason has too much power in its spirit that almost all the people who wielded it died. In fact, this is not the only sword in that category. My sword, the Soul sword is also that kind.
Only a select few can control them. In fact, Murali is the one that named this sword Shadow sword. Before that, it was just called the Dark Bewitching sword while mine was called the soul bewitching sword.
Their complete stories are lost in legends centuries ago.
Murali, who felt pity for a sword to be labeled as such just because of its prowess and the incompetence of its wielders suppressed his cultivation and went back to the desolate to roam around and find some suitable person.
Apparently, in his opinion, your planet is a land of miracles, but he didn't manage to find any and only managed to attract some stupid attention from the local powers which he beat black and blue. Later he left it in his inheritance and finally ended up in your hands.