Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 643 - Chapter 643 Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow_2

Chapter 643: Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow_2 Chapter 643: Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow_2 “Father, they have arrived.”

Yatagarasu Kensumi spoke, his voice deep and steady.

“Whoosh!”

The wooden door was opened, and people walked in, the room seemingly without a clear source of light, but the surroundings were not dim. Positioned directly opposite the door at the deepest part, a low table lay with an old man resting his right hand on his knee, his body turned slightly towards the door.

It was the figure of an aged, gaunt man.

He was clothed in a moon-white robe, through the overlapping front you could glimpse his thin chest. His slightly long hair tied in a knot at the back of his head, the wide hem of his robe spread out on the ground.

Even as the people entered the room, he seemed not to notice them at all.

On the table, there was a plate of dried fish, beside it a jug of wine, yet there was no scent of wine in the air.

The man appeared extremely ancient, perhaps in his youth he had been very imposing, but with old age, there was no excess muscle or fat to support his oversized frame, making him seem even thinner and weaker.

“Could this be the founder of the Yatagarasu Clan, the legendary Sword Master Cold Crow?!”

No matter what, Roger couldn’t reconcile the image of the decrepit old man with that of a Sword Master representing unparalleled peak combat prowess.

Because he looked too ordinary, too weak.

This was unlike the time he faced Green in disguise. Then, Green might have looked aged, but you could still feel the powerful strength underlying his frail body.

But this man before him…

“Father,” Yatagarasu Kensumi spoke respectfully.

“Leave us.”

“Yes.”

From beginning to end, the old man did not glance at Yatagarasu Kensumi.

The sound of footsteps followed, then the sound of the wooden door closing.

Upon entering, Roger had already taken in the surroundings, simple and even in a sense shabby.

“Sit.”

The old man waved his hand.

On either side of his low table, two more tables of the same size were placed. Michihiro Morita gave Roger a look, and the two of them took their seats, one on the left and the other on the right.

The food on the table was quite meager, salty dried fish and jugs of wine to match.

“Are you disappointed?”

Sword Master Cold Crow chuckled, surprisingly, despite his frail body, his voice was tremendously resonant.

His hearty laugh filled the room, and his pale eyes sparkled with sharpness.

“Time is a peculiar thing, it can make all that is mighty vanish like smoke, yet it allows the weak to grow strong enough to tear through the sky.”

It seemed like a soliloquy; he did not require his opinions to be validated or acknowledged by Roger or Michihiro Morita.

“Morita, your direction is the right one, about containers, about some changes in the casting thought process. To be honest, your power is far lesser than others, but you deserve all praise in forging.”

Sword Master Cold Crow looked at Michihiro Morita, “I am very interested in your theory. Come, join me. Besides freedom, I can promise you anything you want!”

Michihiro Morita bowed his head, indeed freedom was the only thing he wanted, but at that moment he couldn’t utter a word.

Because the cost of refusal was too great.

Although he did not speak, his action already showed his intention, bowing was to acknowledge, to submit.

“As for you.”

Sword Master Cold Crow turned his head and swept Roger with a glance, that look almost seeing right through Roger. In that instance, Roger was extremely grateful that he had burnt out all the Pale Blood in the previous fight.

Otherwise, he was not sure he could have deceived the old man before him.

“Kensumi says you’re quite capable, even though you are Morita’s son-in-law, but here, you are either the sword or the hand that wields it.”

“Work for Kensumi; it’s time he gets involved with certain matters.”

To be honest, ever since entering the room and having observed the so-called Sword Master Cold Crow up close and felt his physical power,

that near yet extremely feeble old man,

Roger found it odd that he had not the slightest urge to fight.

Only now did he realize,

facing this old man, his desire to fight seemed to have vanished.

It wasn’t out of fear or cowardice, but rather as if Roger’s body had given up any thought of resistance on its own.

This was a first.

Roger could feel from someone what it meant to subdue another without a fight.

Are all Sword Masters this terrifying?

Of course, he wasn’t naive enough to think this feeble old man was really as weak as he appeared on the surface.

Anyone who thought so was either a fool or a dead man.

This could only mean that Sword Master Cold Crow’s strength had exceeded his imagination, but recognizing this reality, Roger felt not discouraged but instead limitless ambition surged in his heart.

He believed it wouldn’t be long before he could reach and even surpass the man before him!

“Hmm, not bad, a fine fighting spirit.”

The elderly voice came through, and Sword Master Cold Crow revealed a smile, “Although your Spiritual Power is a complete mess, you are one of the few who can face me and still have the spirit to fight.”

Roger didn’t say a word, a doubt rising in his heart. The relationship between him and Yukiko was clearly fabricated, something Yatagarasu Kensumi seemed to know.

So why would he…?

Before Roger could clear his thoughts, he saw the elder by his side raise the cup of wine from the table.

Roger lowered his head and saw an eerie swirl appear in the empty cup on the stand, followed by a mass of black liquid emerging from the bottom of the cup.

Little by little, it filled the entire cup.

“Drink this wine, and you will be of Sword Pavilion.”

A struggle flashed in Michihiro Morita’s eyes, but he didn’t hesitate to drink down the wine, and Roger, without any hesitation, opened his mouth and poured the liquid into himself.

Roger wasn’t sure if this was just ordinary wine or something more mysterious, but he didn’t want to test it with his body. The liquid from the cup didn’t enter his mouth but flowed instead into another place through the shadows.

Meanwhile, as he penetrated the Shadow World, Roger sensed something odd.

That particular fluctuation came from the environment around him, from the old man before him.

“Shadows?”

Roger’s face showed no change, yet he quietly noted it.

“Ah…!”

Just then, Michihiro Morita seated across from Roger suddenly let out a scream, clinging to his throat as if trying to dig out the liquid he had just swallowed.

Roger’s expression changed; he was about to rush forward when he suddenly realized another issue.

“What should I do?”

Continue the pretense? And then look for an opportunity to use the power of Shadow’s Touch, or try to save Morita?

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Roger’s mind, but at that moment, the elder seated beside him tapped the table lightly.

“Thud, thud!”

The dull thud carried through, and Michihiro Morita’s movements froze as if controlled by an invisible, massive hand in the darkness.

Then a voice followed.

“Focus, control your Guardian Spirit.”

The next second, flames soared into the sky.

In the blazing red flames, a Flame Tiger, more powerful than ever before, gradually emerged from Michihiro Morita’s body.

Roger noticed that Morita’s Flame Tiger, originally red, though majestic, lacked a certain ferocity, which was one of the reasons his attack power was always insufficient.

But now, the Flame Tiger’s red body was marked with many black patterns, which made his Guardian Spirit seem more fierce.

This wasn’t just a change in appearance; the Spiritual Power within Michihiro Morita surged like a tide, each wave stronger than the last, and Morita’s aura grew increasingly intense.

The speed of the enhancement was astonishing as the Flame Tiger let out a long howl to the sky, and Morita, freed from his restrictions, suddenly stood up!

Hiss!

The next moment, all the Spiritual Power was reabsorbed into his body, and Michihiro Morita walked in front of Sword Master Cold Crow, bowed deeply, and showed his gratitude with a solemn gesture.

“Sword Master, I am immensely thankful; this Black Spirit Water has broken the barrier that sealed me for over a decade!”

“Thank you!”

Feeling the vibrant life force and the strong power within him, Michihiro Morita said with joy on his face.

But witnessing this scene, Roger couldn’t help the twitching of his eye corner.

A thought inevitably sprang to his mind.

“Damn it… I didn’t drink it, did I?”

And at that moment, Sword Master Cold Crow’s gaze fell on him.

Roger:…

Is it still possible to pretend now?

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