Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

So this sword is called Enma...

Mo Xie thought to himself, stepped forward, and carefully examined the structure of Yama, finding himself liking it more and more the more he looked at it.

The blade has smooth lines, the scabbard is simple and elegant, the handle is just the right size to hold in one hand, and the length of the whole knife is just right. It can be described as a work of art made by a master craftsman. It is clear that it was made by a master forger.

Mo Xie was deeply shocked, her eyes gleaming, and she inexplicably felt an urge to pick up the knife in front of her.

The feeling is very strange, like hypnosis, making you involuntarily move closer to it and hold it.

"Kid, don't touch that knife. It's a bit sinister."

Professor Shi slowly revealed himself, glanced in this direction, and said lazily.

"It's a bit eerie...why?"

Mo Xie noticed that only the name of the sword was listed on the display stand, while the description was blank.

"I heard from the previous user that everyone who wields Yama goes insane until they die from demonic possession. Do you know what happened to the previous user?"

Professor Shi lowered his voice and spoke softly.

"what happened?"

"His body was completely shriveled up, as if all the water had been sucked out and all functions had been lost."

"According to his description, once you pick up Yama, this sword will keep absorbing your magical energy. Unless you put it back in its sheath, you will be sucked dry."

"Of course, if the usage time is limited, the effect of Enma's demon-slaying tool can be described as terrifying, provided that one can really restrain oneself from using it for a long time."

"According to several users, Enma has an attractive magic that makes people want to draw their swords, thereby absorbing the user's magical energy and eventually turning into a demonic sword."

"The reason I didn't include a description is because I don't intend to give this knife to students; it's too dangerous."

After listening to Professor Shi's words, Mo Xie stared intently at the long sword placed on the display stand, which shimmered with a unique light under the lamplight, highlighting a hint of evil.

After a moment's thought, he asked calmly.

"Professor Shi, may I take it out and have a look at it?"

Aren't you scared after hearing what I'm about to say?

Professor Shi frowned, finding it somewhat difficult to understand Mo Xie's thoughts, and said seriously with a stern face.

"Kid, don't blame me for not warning you, this knife is extremely evil. You should know that no one who has used it has had a good ending."

"I understand what you're saying, but I also know... this knife is destined for me!"

Mo Xie stared at Professor Shi and said with utmost seriousness.

"Ever since his Tang sword was shattered by the Scaled Demon Mother, he knew that the Tang sword was no longer suitable for the current stage of the battle. Now that such a famous sword is placed in front of him, he must do his best to obtain it!"

Professor Shi saw that his expression was genuine and was somewhat moved. He wanted to say something, but then swallowed his words.

However, the thought that I was right there beside him and could stop anything from happening in time made me compromise.

"Alright, if something feels off, let's stop here!"

"Understood, Professor Shi."

"Calling me professor is too formal. Just call me teacher. Anyway, I've already agreed to teach you shadow magic."

Mo Xie was slightly taken aback, then nodded heavily.

"is teacher."

"Okay, go ahead. With me here, you can give it a try without worry."

Walking up to the booth, looking at the Yama statue quietly placed in front of her, Mo Xie took a deep breath and grabbed it.

He picked it up and weighed it gently. To his surprise, he found that although the knife looked big, it was not heavy at all, much lighter than the Tang sword he always carried with him.

I twirled the Yama in my hand and it felt nice to hold. It twirled very smoothly and was easy to use.

Everything looks perfect on the outside, but I wonder what the blade is like. Holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, just as I was about to draw the sword, a voice suddenly echoed from the depths of my mind.

The voice told him not to draw the knife, or he would be in danger!
Even though Mo Xie knew that continuing would lead to trouble, she still steadied herself, gritted her teeth, and slowly pulled out the blade.

The moment the blade was drawn, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, ruffling her hair and simultaneously jolting Mo Xie's taut nerves.

There was no wind in the secret room, and the wind was particularly cold, as if it were a chilling wind blowing from the underworld!

At the same time, as the blade was slowly pulled out, a strange blackish-red color came into view.

Normally, blades are silver-white, but Enma's is black and red.

A wisp of dark red smoke drifted out, followed by more and more dark red smoke drifting from the blade, filling the air with an evil and eerie aura!

Not only that, but a series of low, hoarse screams and cries of panic rang out, the sounds growing from faint to cacophony, filled with fear, resentment, terror, and anger...

"Could these sounds be..."

Mo Xie was startled. From the words in those voices, he could tell that the blade of Yama contained the vengeful spirits of the previous users, each of whom died from the depletion of their demonic energy.

The dead souls did not dissipate, but instead entered the blade. If they were to continue to live, they would have to constantly absorb the magical energy of the next user.

Once the user dies, his soul will be assimilated into a vengeful spirit, and this cycle will continue.

You can tell just by looking at the color of the blade; the dark red color looks like it's formed from congealed blood!
"This knife is really full of resentment. I wonder if Mo Xie can handle it."

Professor Shi majored in the Shadow Arts and was quite sensitive to these dark auras. Although he could not see the black and red smoke emanating from the blade, he could sense the terrifying evil power.

He had already quietly activated his shadow magic power, so that he could intervene at any time if Mo Xie encountered any unexpected situation.

Mo Xie ignored the chattering vengeful spirits and continued pulling at the blade. However, after pulling it about halfway out, no matter how much force he used, he couldn't pull the blade out completely.

"What's going on? Why can't I pull it out?!"

As he felt conflicted, those black and red lines of resentment suddenly shot out, instantly engulfing his head.

Oh no, damn it!
Mo Xie's heart tightened as his vision was enveloped in a black and red color. The next second, he found himself no longer in the secret room, but in a mysterious black and red space.

The scene inside the space resembled a hellish underworld, with several blood-red ghost flames burning in mid-air, and a number of vengeful spirits looking at the uninvited guests who had intruded into their territory.

They turned their distorted faces, emitting piercing screams, and flew towards Moye.

Mo Xie tried to unleash magic, but was horrified to find that Xingzi was completely unresponsive, as if it were sealed away. He could only watch helplessly as these ghosts clung to him.

When haunted by a ghost, one's body suddenly loses strength, one's spirit immediately weakens, and one's eyelids tremble uncontrollably.

But he knew that if he closed his eyes completely, he would really be trapped here and die.

No, I absolutely cannot fall here!

With a thought, Mo Xie activated the Sharingan in her eyes, revealing an eerie and ghostly aura!

"Oh no! Moye has been corrupted by that evil power!"

Professor Shi's expression changed. He was about to use magic to awaken Mo Xie when he sensed that the evil power on Yama was slowly weakening.

"Huh? What's going on? Could it be that Mo Xie has found a solution?"

Because Mo Xie had her back to him, she couldn't see his current state.

The three tomoe spun wildly, and one by one, the black and red vengeful spirits in the blade were sucked into the Sharingan. The vengeful spirits looked terrified and wanted to escape, but they were completely powerless to resist.

After a long while, all the vengeful spirits disappeared.

With a forceful pull of her right hand, Mo Xie produced a distinctive metallic clang as Yama's blade was fully drawn.

The blade was no longer a rotten, dark red, but a brand new, blood-red. Gone was the eerie aura; instead, it exuded an ultimate domineering and regal pressure, shining even more brilliantly under the lamplight! (End of Chapter)