Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 652 - 649: Recognize The Master?

Chapter 652: Chapter 649: Recognize The Master?

Although Demon Blade Muramasa was sly when dealing with the Fierce Bear, it was incredibly quick and clean when it came to killing people; with a wave of the hand and a fall of the blade, it beheaded the samurai. This was the result of having killed millions on the battlefield.

Watching the beheading, Lin Tian could imagine that every owner of the Demon Blade must have been a cold-blooded and bloodthirsty individual. Originally, the Demon Blade was just an ordinary blade from the Eastern Seas, but it had learned the ruthless techniques of killing from its masters, along with the formidable martial art known as the Thousand Illusion Blade Technique.

Once the samurai in Lock Armor died, his body immediately dissipated, which is the ultimate fate of a Shishen. A semi-transparent energy floated out and was absorbed by the Demon Blade before it vanished.

As expected, Lin Tian’s forehead once again emitted a strong suction force, tearing the energy in two—half of it was absorbed by the Demon Blade, and the other half by the fire inside his forehead.

This time, as Lin Tian absorbed the spiritual energy, he felt that it was not as refreshing as the last time, and the fire within him did not undergo any changes. He guessed that it was either because the spiritual energy of this samurai was not of high quality or because it was too little.

Despite their agreement, Muramasa still felt a pang of loss as half of the spiritual energy was taken again. However, seeing that there were many shrines left on both sides of the stone steps, it felt a bit better.

Muramasa charged towards the nearest shrine again, and with a swift motion, sliced off the shrine, breaking everything inside. But this time, no blue smoke rose.

Not only was there no blue smoke, there wasn’t any smoke at all, akin to smashing an ordinary rock.

"How can there be no Shishen?" Muramasa wondered.

"The Shishen here have been sealed for a long time, some of the lower-level Shishen have dissipated with the passage of time, it’s quite normal. Just like you, in another five hundred years, I suppose your original body will have completely decayed as well, and by then you would also vanish into thin air. So, I am your lifesaver, and you should call me your benefactor, thank me, and stop calling me ’boy’ all the time," Lin Tian took the opportunity to give Muramasa a hard time, or else it would become too arrogant.

"How do you want me to thank you?" Muramasa asked nonchalantly.

"My demands are not high, how about you acknowledge me as your master, and let me be your owner? On TV, isn’t it always shown that after a hero saves a beauty, the beauty falls in love with the hero, who then unseals the divine artifact, and the artifact recognizes the hero as its master? That’s what fits the plot," Lin Tian said, leading Muramasa on.

Although Muramasa was a bit insane, foolish, and arrogant, overall it was still an impressive blade. Lin Tian believed that if he could tame it, his combat power would skyrocket immediately.

"TV? What is that?" Muramasa was quite puzzled, but it did not dwell on the question and continued. "You want me to recognize you as a master, are you not afraid I’ll end up killing you?"

"I can tell you clearly that before I was sealed by Master Dao Man, I had no fewer than a hundred masters. Seventy percent of them died on the battlefield, twenty percent were killed by their own people, and all the rest were killed by me, none met a good end," Muramasa said indifferently, its words exuding a chilling malevolence.

Having heard this, Lin Tian was speechless. The world’s calling Muramasa a Demon Blade was indeed not unwarranted; none of its owners had ever met a good end. To put it superstitiously, wearing the blade supposedly brought such heavy bad luck that it led to the death of the owner.

What was even more outrageous was that it killed its own owners. The method Muramasa would have used to kill its owners was certainly to drive them to commit suicide with the blade, which only added to Muramasa’s reputation as a Demon Blade.

However, Lin Tian still said, "Soldiers dying on the battlefield is the destiny of life, dying from the treachery of one’s own kind only shows that their methods were not as ruthless as their opponents. As for you killing your master, I’m not afraid. Even if one day you make me kill myself, it would be my own fault."

"You really are a piece of work, not even afraid of death. Do you really want to be my master?" the Demon Blade asked.

"Of course, this is for your own good. No matter how powerful a blade you are, without hands, without legs, you can’t do anything. Moreover, unless one has a sturdy body like mine, few can withstand your Evil Qi. If no one can wield you, the Demon Blade, you are destined only to be buried in the dust of history." Lin Tian worked his silver tongue to its fullest, exerting his rhetorical skills to try to persuade, better said, to conquer the Demon Blade.

"If you acknowledge me as your master, I can lead you to create glory. It is not fitting for a grand presence like you to come into this world only to be forgotten in silence; we should be the ones to create history and be eternally remembered."

"You probably sense that I’m not an ordinary person. By following me, cough cough, sorry, I got into a habit of saying that, by being with me, you won’t tarnish the reputation of the Demon Blade! In short, when there’s meat to eat, I’ll never let you just have soup, when there’s money to spend, you’ll never be left in poverty!" Lin Tian originally wanted to say something righteous and stirring, but his mouth ran ahead of his thoughts and he misspoke.

Behind him, Ning Luoxi and the other girls rolled their eyes at him, observing him with collective disdain.

The Heavenly Master Girl chuckled softly, "This big lecher talks quite the game, who knows how many young girls he’s deceived."

"Listening to him, he’s like those motivational speakers, like those involved in pyramid schemes or similar; he could write a book titled ’Master Lin’s Motivational Life Chicken Soup’," Li Yue also joked.

"The motivational speaker cooked a pot of soup, ate the chicken, and what’s left over is called soul-warming chicken soup," Ning Luoxi responded with a classic quip.

Li Qingyun didn’t say anything, but she thought to herself, in the midst of this dangerous mission, everyone’s mood should have been tense, especially since everyone’s lives were still threatened by the Demon Blade, yet, it seemed that as long as Lin Tian was there, he would somehow influence everyone’s mood, making them all feel at ease and calm.

This seemingly irreverent bantering at such a time was extremely helpful. Being with such a person, you wouldn’t even be able to feel gloomy if you tried. Lin Tian did indeed have that kind of charm, Li Qingyun thought involuntarily.

Muramasa was silent all this time, letting Lin Tian finish speaking, contemplating something. Lin Tian even thought he had persuaded him, basking momentarily in self-admiration for his eloquence, winning people over without a fight.

As long as he could convince Muramasa to acknowledge him as master, he would not only gain a great weapon, but also naturally regain control over his own body. This was a strategy of killing two birds with one stone, and Lin Tian’s initial plan was exactly that.

As soon as Lin Tian finished speaking, the Demon Blade Muramasa said admiringly, "With your eloquence, placed in the Huaxia Warring States Period, you could have become a strategist of alliances and manipulations."

Even when Ning Luoxi and the others thought the Demon Blade had been persuaded, the Demon Blade shifted saying, "It’s just a pity, lad, I don’t buy that sort of thing. Seeing you waste your breath, that’s what makes me happy, hahaha..."

Lin Tian suddenly felt like ten thousand imaginary alpacas were stampeding over his head, realizing that this centuries-old being was indeed not so simple.

Remembering the novels he had sneakily read in class, Lin Tian really felt like grabbing those authors by the balls and confronting them, Divine Artifacts recognizing masters so easily, it’s all bullshit!