The golden fiery

"I remember telling this little guy not to spoil the fun of it, now see what he has done," Xiao Feng mumbled as he let out a sigh.

"Little guy, stop embarrassing your master," Xiao Feng said with a gentle tone.

The young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and his crew kept watching as they displayed their skills. Xiao Feng spoke again, this time with a patient and friendly demeanor, "Without wasting much of our time, let me have the golden fiery sword, so we can take our leave quickly. We have somewhere to be."

The whole crew began to laugh, finding Xiao Feng's request amusing. They couldn't believe that a foundation establishment realm cultivator and a core formation realm master would dare to challenge fifty nascent soul realm cultivators and an immortal ascension realm master. They thought Xiao Feng and his group were courting death.

The young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect let out a sigh of relief, realizing that his initial fear of tough enemies was unfounded. It turned out that Xiao Feng and his group were inexperienced newcomers in the world of cultivation.

"Young master, what should we do with them? Should we dispose of them?" the steward whispered into his ears.

"Hmm, not yet. Maybe a little discussion won't hurt, right?" the young master replied, showing his willingness to give them a chance.

"Your wish, young master," the steward said respectfully, bowing.

The young master cleared his throat and looked at Xiao Zhu before returning his gaze to Xiao Feng. He tried to engage in a polite conversation, asking Xiao Feng for his name.

But before Xiao Feng could respond, Xiao Zhu interrupted without realizing the consequences, "How dare you ask for the almighty Xiao Feng's name!" He placed both his hands at his back, trying to act boldly.

Xiao Feng, now slightly amused, softly scoffed and taunted Xiao Zhu, saying, "[You just told them my name. Did you realize that?]"

Xiao Zhu suddenly felt a shiver down his spine, understanding his impulsive mistake. Feeling embarrassed, he stammered, "Huh! That's not a problem."

Xiao Feng, seeing that Xiao Zhu had learned his lesson, gently ran his hand through Xiao Zhu's hair and walked forward. He gazed at the young master with a serious expression on his face, "I thought I stated my intentions clearly a while ago, so why act ignorant?"

Xiao Zhu smiled, appreciating how his little uncle was now serious and assertive.

"Kindly and gently hand over the golden fiery sword before things get rough for you," Xiao Feng demanded firmly.

One of the young master's subordinates sneered, "You! It seems you are confused in this situation. Nothing can turn the tables since you're on the other side."

Another subordinate arrogantly added, "A mere ant about to be crushed beneath our graceful young master's feet still dares to act all high and mighty. Young master, give us the order. We will eliminate them in one fell swoop."

Xiao Zhu, unable to contain his frustration, shouted in defiance, "Eliminate who?"

Xiao Feng stood there, surprised by Xiao Zhu's sudden courageous act. He started to question if their roles had switched, wondering if he had become Xiao Zhu's disciple without realizing it. Xiao Zhu's overly domineering behavior was unexpected.

"Xiao Zhu," Xiao Feng called out, his voice firm. "It seems I've been too lenient with you for too long. Have I ever taught you to shout?" He glared at Xiao Zhu, expecting a response.

"No, little uncle Xiao," Xiao Zhu replied, lowering his head.

"Rule number one!" Xiao Feng reminded him sternly.

"Know yourself and observe your enemy!" Xiao Zhu replied, realizing his mistake.

"Then what are you doing?" Xiao Feng questioned with a hint of disappointment.

Xiao Zhu lowered his head, at a loss for words.

[You did well. Yeah, that was super impressive,] Xiao Feng praised Xiao Zhu through a voice transmission.

Xiao Zhu smiled, his head still lowered, feeling comforted by his little uncle's encouraging words.

"I apologize for the momentary action my little Xiao just displayed. He is still inexperienced in some aspects of life. Please pardon his adverse intuition," Xiao Feng said, scratching his hair, trying to smooth things over.

The Heavenly Sword group were now completely perplexed. They couldn't understand this figure's behavior—acting serious one moment and then behaving erratically the next.

The young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect let out a soft cough, indicating his weariness with their meaningless acting. "My name is Zhao Lusi of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Do you really want to face the repercussions of going against our great sect?" he asked.

Xiao Feng stood there, his brows furrowed in confusion, as if struggling to grasp the meaning of what had just been said.

“That's none of my business,” he said, picking his nose. “All I need from you is the golden fiery sword,” he said, blowing the remnant of his picked nose away.

“How pathetic of you to dare show that unruly side of yours? Let me deal with him, young master, any more words would be a waste of your graceful time.”

“So you're really adamant on taking the golden fiery, but you had a chance to bid for it at the auction house,” he said.

“Well, as you see, poor people require good things the most,” Xiao Feng replied.

Zhao Lusi whispered into his steward's ear. Immediately, five hefty cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm came into view, bringing the sword along with them.

Once again, Xiao Zhu was lost in his thoughts. Truly, he wanted the golden fiery sword, but he never once thought of how he was going to wield the sword as it appeared heavy.

“Well, master would always figure it out,” he thought.

“Since you want it so earnestly, hold the sword up in the sky, and if you can't lift it, your head belongs to this young master... Agreed!”

Xiao Feng opened his mouth, revealing his shining teeth gritted together in excitement. “Look at these folks, belittling me. But little did they know, their saving grace was Little Xiao Zhu, or they'd have met Lord Yamma the moment they set their eyes on me,” he thought inwardly.

“Mmm, okay, I agree.”

“No, little uncle Xiao, why don't I try it,” Xiao Zhu stated.

“Now things have become interesting, isn't it?” Zhao Lusi chuckled softly.

[Hey, little bastard, you could have told me a long time ago that you've always wanted your head rolling on the floor. Would you watch and observe instead of blabbering nonsense], he cautioned Xiao Zhu using voice transmission.

“I apologize for my meaningless intervention. I decline my request,” said Xiao Zhu as he bowed.

The crew laughed. That was someone who declined his request, talking without clearly processing his thoughts—an adverse intuition.

They mocked, and he didn't refute because he knew he deserved every one of their comments. Therefore, he just stood and let their words hit him.

Xiao Feng got closer to the five hefty men, placed his hands on the golden fiery sword, and infused the sword with his divine Qi. A slight smile showed at the corner of his lips.

“Hmm, just as I thought, it has an elemental property,” he said softly.

[Xiao Zhu!]

[Yes, master?]

[Good! Put on the silk glove. Your gift is coming your way... he-he.]

Without much ado, Xiao Zhu retrieved the glove from the spatial ring given to him by Xiao Feng. He fixed it onto his hands properly, as he input a little of his Qi, the glove sparkled.

Xiao Feng noticed and readily grabbed the golden fiery sword. He didn't try lifting it as everyone had expected. Instead, he threw it straight at Xiao Zhu. Everyone's eyes followed it as it landed directly into his hands.

[Good! I thought you'd act late.]

[He-he, I activated it before catching it.] Xiao Zhu opened his mouth wide enough to display his teeth.

“What!” Zhao Lusi exclaimed. “He not only lifted it, but he threw it. What was more shocking was the little boy beside him—he could lift the sword and not only that, but with ease... Who is this freak?” he thought.

The entire Heavenly Sword Sect crew went agape. They believed what just happened was a mere illusion.

The people who felt heartbroken and down were the five hefty men who struggled to carry the golden fiery sword with all their might and popping veins, despite being at the Nascent Soul realm.

[Enough shining your teeth. Feed your blood to the golden fiery, and be quick about it because anything that happens from now henceforth, I won't interfere.]

[Yes, little Uncle Xiao.]

Without wasting time, Xiao Zhu bit his left thumb, about to feed it to the golden fiery. Zhao Lusi saw this action and was totally infuriated. Immediately, he charged towards Xiao Zhu with his choking and immense killing intent.

“Only God knows how many people the Young Master of a renowned and strict Heavenly Sword Sect had killed with his sword to have this amount of killing intent. Well, that doesn't matter much because in the end, you all are nothing but mere training puppets for my domineering and talented disciple,” Xiao Feng thought within.

Xiao Zhu saw the furious and angry Young Master charging towards him with all he had. Immediately, he dropped his blood on the golden fiery, but there was no reaction.

[Little Uncle Xiao, nothing is happening, what should I do?]

[Ignorant disciple, what did I ask you to do?]

[To feed it blood, of course.]

[Then what did you do?]

[Exactly as you told me, Little Uncle Xiao.]

[Argh! You merely pricked your hand, and I said you should feed it.]

[Huh! You're saying it's not satisfied with a drop of my blood?]

[Exactly!]

“Ah, shoot!” Xiao Zhu exclaimed. Looking at Zhao Lusi once again, he saw that he was already closing the distance between them.

He quickly squeezed out more blood from his hand, but still, there was no reaction from the sword.

“How many drops does it need to react?” he muttered in frustration.

[Idiot! Just cut your palm with the sword!]

Immediately, Xiao Zhu closed his eyes and sliced his palm against the sharp edge of the sword.

Zhao Lusi had already gotten close.

'Heavenly Sword Technique - First Form!'

Zhao Lusi aimed a devastating attack at Xiao Zhu, hoping to knock him out and retrieve the golden fiery sword. But something unexpected happened.

He felt his sword attack didn't hit its mark; it was repelled by some sort of elemental force.

The golden fiery sword emitted a bright golden light, shining so intensely that it created a blinding effect.

{That tickles}, the golden fiery sword resounded in Xiao Zhu's mind.

“What! A sword can talk?” he exclaimed inwardly.