Chapter 107: The Servant

The Ink Evil Sword, soaked with fresh blood, suddenly changed color. Its blade, once a blend of blue and black, now bore an eerie crimson stain where the black areas had been—red enough to shock the eye.

The entire sword seemed to embody its name, exuding a sinister aura.

The Ink Evil Sword transformed into a streak of light, flying toward Jiang Yan and hovering steadily before him, its tip still dripping a few drops of unconsumed blood.

Drip... drip...

The sound resembled blood drops striking the strings of the heart, unsettling and disturbing.

“Master, are you satisfied?”

The sword’s voice echoed in Jiang Yan’s mind—not the immature tone of a boy as before, but a youthful voice tinged with wicked charm, more mature and profound.

Perhaps the sword spirit’s change was closely tied to its recent act of bloodsucking.

“Heh... heh heh, you actually drank blood?”

Jiang Yan felt speechless. Had the Ink Evil Sword just asked if he was pleased? Was he the villain? Was he that perverse? He had no interest whatsoever in bloodsucking!

The sword seemed to sense Jiang Yan’s mood and hurriedly explained, “Master, rest assured. That old fellow’s blood isn’t even one ten-thousandth as good as yours. I was simply hungry and couldn’t resist draining him dry.”

“Heh, well, thank you so much then!”

Jiang Yan regretted again. He wanted to break the contract with this sword immediately! This was definitely not a righteous weapon!

If he took it out and accidentally drained a passerby’s blood, wouldn’t he become the most reviled evil cultivator in the entire realm?

“Are you some bloodthirsty fiend? Let me tell you, I will never bow to you. Don’t think you can manipulate me into doing evil.”

A hint of grievance crept into the sword’s voice. “Uh, Master, you misunderstand. I am neither wholly righteous nor wholly evil—it all depends on you. If your heart holds justice, I am just; if your heart breeds wickedness, I become dark.”

“But I don’t drink blood, and yet you do,” Jiang Yan retorted.

“Master, I drink blood to evolve the sword’s rank. I only consume the blood of evildoers—is that acceptable?”

Conflicted, Jiang Yan mulled over the sword’s words. Though his opinion of the sword softened slightly, he knew full well that a sword capable of bloodsucking was fraught with hidden dangers.

He had to establish clear rules with the sword spirit.

“Since you promise that, I’ll trust you for now. But you cannot feed on human blood without my permission. Every time you want to drink, you must get my consent.”

The Ink Evil Sword seemed pleased with its master’s decision; its blade trembled slightly as if expressing excitement. “As you command, Master.”

Nearby, Yun Yun’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Brother Yan, were you just communicating with the Ink Evil Sword?”

“Yes, Yun Yun. Our conversation is over. Let’s return to the sect.”

“All right, Brother Yan!” Yun Yun’s eyes shone brightly as she eagerly held Jiang Yan’s hand.

Feeling the soft, warm touch in his palm, a faint smile curved Jiang Yan’s lips.

The little girl was quite reliant on him after all!

Just as they prepared to leave, the ground suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to break through the earth.

Jiang Yan whirled around and saw two swords quivering—one a dark green longsword, the other a golden short sword.

“Ink Evil, what’s going on with them?”

“Master, they are my servants, called Ink Green and Ink Yellow. They also long to follow you and humbly request you to accept them,” the Ink Evil Sword’s voice echoed in Jiang Yan’s mind, tinged with anticipation.

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but feel surprised. The Ink Evil Sword actually had servants? And such casual names at that!

“Ink Green, Ink Yellow?” Jiang Yan whispered, his gaze flickering between the two swords.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Do they drink blood?”

The Ink Evil Sword quickly replied, “Master, they do not.”

Then it glanced toward the two swords as if communicating.

The two swords seemed to understand and swayed their blades gently, as though greeting him.

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with curiosity and doubt:

“You, a sword, actually need servants? What special abilities do they have?”

The Ink Evil Sword appeared to sense Jiang Yan’s curiosity, its tone laced with pride:

“Master, please allow me to demonstrate.”

No sooner had the words fallen than the Ink Evil Sword and its two servants began to spin rapidly around each other, their sword lights flashing so swiftly it was a blur.

Just as Jiang Yan’s eyes nearly crossed, the three swords suddenly merged into one colossal blade. The hilt and blade fused the colors of all three swords, shimmering with radiant light—truly a breathtaking sight.

Jiang Yan rubbed his eyes to be sure he wasn’t imagining things. The three swords had truly become one.

“Yun Yun, did you see that?”

“Brother Yan, they turned into one sword!”

Jiang Yan nodded. Indeed, the three swords had fused into a single, cooler, more powerful weapon.

But who would have thought a sword would have two servants?

Was this some kind of “buy one, get two free” offer?

Jiang Yan said to the Ink Evil Sword, “If that’s the case, I’ll accept them.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the massive sword shimmered and, miraculously, split back into three, each restoring its original form.

“Master, thank you!” the Ink Evil Sword’s voice rang joyfully in Jiang Yan’s mind.

“Ink Green, Ink Yellow, come sign the contract.”

Hearing their master’s summons, Ink Green and Ink Yellow eagerly flew before Jiang Yan.

He bit his finger, dripping blood onto each sword. The moment the blood touched their blades, they absorbed it, and the power of the contract quietly flowed through the air.

Two voices echoed in Jiang Yan’s mind: “Contract established.”

Then a male voice and a female voice sounded in his consciousness.

“Master, I am Ink Green,” the male voice said.

“Master, I am Ink Yellow,” the female voice followed.