Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

Chapter 91 Kendo Tournament

"Friends?" The mushroom beast scoffed, a mocking expression on its face. "What kind of friends can a sword-wielding beast that doesn't even have a sword have? What a joke!"

Cheng Yuan ignored their mockery and instead looked at the Sword Beast: "Where's your sword?"

Kendomon lowered his head, his fingers nervously twisting together, and his voice was barely audible: "—I lost it."

"Hey, you two." Cheng Yuan stood up, his sharp gaze fixed on the mushroom beast and the wild man beast. "What kind of skill is it to bully the weak? Get out of here right now, and don't let me see you bullying anyone again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."

"Hmph, do you know what you're talking about?"

The mushroom beast grinned wickedly, secretly pulling out a poisonous mushroom bomb from behind its back, ready to launch a sneak attack.

"Woof!" The little dog suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Three holy light orbs instantly coalesced, and a golden holy barrier, like an eggshell, enveloped Cheng Yuan and the Sword Dao Beast.

"W-what?!" Wildmanmon took two steps back in terror. "You're a Holy-type Digimon!"

The mushroom beast's face also turned deathly pale.

Vaccine-type Digimon have a natural restraining effect on virus-type Digimon, especially since these are just small minions in their growth stage.

Furthermore, among humanoid Digimon, the Holy type symbolizes justice and authority.

Because the first leader of the Humanoid Digimon League was Jeanne d'Arcmon, a Holy-type Digimon.

Then three more holy light bullets appeared, making a total of six holy light bullets. Pingyun would have to take three bullets from each of them!

The mushroom beast and the wild beast exchanged a glance and swallowed hard in unison.

"Tch, consider yourself lucky!" the savage beast said, its bravado masking its fear, before grabbing the mushroom beast's arm and fleeing in a sorry state. "Don't run away! We'll go find our boss to deal with you!"

Watching the two Digimon flee in disarray, Cheng Yuan put away the Holy Light Bullet and turned around to ask with concern, "Are you alright?"

The swordsman raised his head, his eyes slightly red: "Thank you—my sword accidentally fell into the lava pool during training, and everyone laughed at me, saying I wasn't worthy of being a swordsman—"

Cheng Yuan nodded thoughtfully: "You lost your sword? How did you train then?"

Kendo Beast gestured sadly to his famous move: "I can only swing it in the air, or use a wooden stick instead—but they say that a swordsman without a sword is not qualified to participate in the Kendo Tournament."

"A kendo tournament?" Cheng Yuan's ears twitched. "What kind of competition is that?"

Mentioning the kendo tournament, Kendomon's eyes suddenly lit up: "Don't you know? This is a grand event held by the Humanoid Digimon League every five years! The winner not only receives honor, but also the digital spirit left behind by our predecessors!"

What? Martyrs? Digital spirit?!

Cheng Yuan's interest was immediately piqued, and he crouched down to get closer: "You mean, when a Digimon with a Digital Spirit dies in battle, their Digital Spirit can be sealed away and then given as a reward to someone else?"

Kendomon nodded: "Yes, when some powerful Digimon sacrifice themselves, their spirits don't immediately dissipate, but rather crystallize and are enshrined in the ancestral temple. The prize for this competition is the sacred Digimon spirit of Lady Jeannemon!"

Cheng Yuan and the puppy beast exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with joy—there really was a way to acquire DigiSpirits in bulk!

"Let's go!" Cheng Yuan grabbed the sword beast and said, "I'll take you to get a new sword."

Back at the forging workshop, Cheng Yuan first checked the progress of his clones and the Holy Light Bullets. The three little dog beast clones were still diligently hammering the ore, but their energy was already more than half depleted.

He quickly had his main body, the little dog beast, replenish their energy.

"Alright, next," Cheng Yuan rolled up his sleeves, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation, "we need to forge you a new sword."

The sword-wielding beast paused, nervously rubbing its paws together: "But... I don't even have a single piece of material..."

"Who said there isn't?" Cheng Yuan's lips curled into a sly smile as he pointed to the gleaming metal forging table in the corner. "Isn't this a ready-made one?"

"Is this... alright?" Sword Beast hesitated.

The little dog tilted its head: "Woof? Cheng Yuan, when did you learn how to forge swords?"

Cheng Yuan smiled mysteriously: "No, but we can try."

Then Cheng Yuan transformed into a temporary novice blacksmith and, under the tempering of holy light, managed to forge a rough sword blank.

Its design is very simple, and it looks more like a cheap toy sword, but at least it is made of metal, which is incomparable to a bamboo sword.

Moreover, because the digital spirit of light was infused into the forging process, the sword body faintly glows, possessing an extremely weak light and a sacred aura.

"Here you go!" Cheng Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed this "first creation" to the sword-wielding beast. "Although it doesn't look very impressive, it's definitely better than a wooden stick."

The sword-wielding beast trembled as it accepted the sword, its eyes gleaming with gratitude: "This—is this really alright?"

"It'll do for now," Cheng Yuan patted his shoulder. "But a sword is just a tool; true power comes from the person who wields it. You should use this sword to protect yourself, and also to help others."

The sword-wielding beast gripped the hilt tightly and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will definitely become stronger and use my sword to help others!"

After finishing with the sword for the sword-wielding beast, Cheng Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the small, matte-finish sword, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Kendomon, do you know how to seal Digimon's spirit?" Cheng Yuan's smile faded, and he asked seriously. Images of the powerful Digimon depicted in the murals flashed through his mind. If he could master the technique of sealing Digimon's spirit, it might be helpful in his search for the Light of Evolution.

Kendomon, clutching its new sword and lovingly stroking the blade, paused for a moment after hearing Cheng Yuan's question. It tilted its head, pondering for a while, then its eyes suddenly lit up: "The Dragonmon priest of Forgefire Village knows! The Digimon Spirit is enshrined in the ancestral temple!"

Having said that, it eagerly jumped up, clutching the sword in one hand and grabbing Cheng Yuan's sleeve with the other, ready to leave: "I'll take you! You helped me forge a new sword, I must repay you!"

Cheng Yuan was amused by its enthusiasm and turned to wave at the little dog beast: "Come on, let's go take a look."

At the end of the central street of Duanhuo Village stands a majestic and ancient temple.

From a distance, the main support of the entire building is actually a huge dragon skeleton, the white bones gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Various metal wind chimes hang from the eaves of the temple, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound when a breeze blows, as if telling ancient stories.

"Is this the temple of the Dragonkin?" Cheng Yuan looked up at the strange building and couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the digital world.

Sword-wielding Beast nodded and lowered its voice, saying, "The Dragon-Beast Priest lives inside; he is the most respected elder in the village."

Upon entering the temple, one is greeted by walls inlaid with countless luminous minerals and floors covered with carpets woven from animal hides, which feel soft and comfortable underfoot.

The most eye-catching feature is the enormous dragon-human beast statue in the very center, so lifelike that it seems as if it might come to life at any moment.

"You're here?"

A deep voice came from the shadows.

Cheng Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dragon-human beast wearing a dark red robe slowly walking out.

It was taller than ordinary dragon-human beasts, carrying a huge stone pillar engraved with totems on its back, and holding an exquisite totem cane in its right hand, with a glowing red crystal inlaid at the top.

"Hello, I am Cheng Yuan Beast." Cheng Yuan bowed slightly, imitating the etiquette of the sword beast.

The dragon-human beast priest's gaze lingered on Cheng Yuan and his "felt hat" for a moment before he slowly nodded: "The village chief just mentioned you, a blacksmith apprentice with the digital spirit of light. You should be practicing your basic skills in the workshop right now."

Cheng Yuan: