Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Lucifer smiled.

Looking at that virtuous smile, Chen Ming had already thought of a name for their third child.

Although the landlady was quite interested, she felt that homework was more important, so she went to do her homework first, after all, she was the savior of bad students.

Dong Yi thought for a moment and said—

"Ye Xiu, this one has the highest chance of success, right?"

"...Master Ye? Does he know how to use the Thousand Manifestation Umbrella? And he's been scrubbing bathhouses for ten years straight without changing his style?"

"A lawyer's letter warning."

Dong Yi was also aware of this popular work; he could only say that the name was fairly common.

She said—

"Master Ye... ptooey, ptooey, no, you've led me astray. Sword Immortal Ye was already very strong before, and he hasn't fought Lu Bu yet, and there's a very tricky situation."

"what?"

"It's very fast."

"..."

Master Ye, who focuses on attack speed.

It can be rubbed quickly.

Chen Ming couldn't help but have a strange image in his mind, probably caused by a certain game he had played, the memory of which was too deep.

I can't watch it anymore.

Dong Yi continued—

"Ye Jianxian's speed is faster than the flying sword, but his control over the flying sword is a bit poor. He can fly on his own, but he doesn't know how to fly with a sword. Every time, he flies by himself and then puts the flying sword on his feet, pretending to be flying with a sword."

"..."

So it was you.

Dong Yi, oblivious to Chen Ming's strange expression, nodded and said—

"Known as the fastest and strongest."

"Wait a minute? Fastest and strongest?"

Isn't this title a bit too unlucky? As we all know, the fastest and strongest don't usually end up well... Well, at least this title is much better than "Lu Bu".

Why does this feel like this?

Are all sword immortals like this?

Chen Ming's expression became very subtle, as he felt there were too many things to complain about and he didn't know how to put them into words.

Dong Yi ignored Chen Ming's interruption and continued speaking—

"There is another person who is the opposite of Ye Jianxian. Huang Jianxian has reached the pinnacle of controlling flying swords, but he is physically weak."

"Hmm...that sounds more normal. In my mind, a sword immortal should be someone who attacks high and defends low, using offense as a form of defense..."

"The school used to want to improve students' physical fitness by having them run laps, but Huang Jianxian would always collapse from heatstroke halfway through, so the program was canceled."

"..."

This is far too weak! It's likely that it would collapse after just a couple of days in the sun, without even the enemy making a move.

Dong Yi said—

"Don't underestimate Huang Jianxian. She's a one-woman army, and the number of flying swords she can control is astounding... It's just that she used it for food delivery, which was too conspicuous, so she was thrown into the Sword Tomb. She often wears that yellow robe she wears for food delivery, and recently she's been called the King of Yellow Robes."

"..."

Hastur felt really annoyed.

Chen Ming didn't want to listen anymore. Give me back that ethereal, otherworldly worldview of sword immortals! He thought that people like A Fu were normal, but it turns out they're all a bunch of oddballs.

Dong Yi wanted to continue, but Chen Ming, no longer wanting to listen, quickly stopped her, saying—

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I already know. Where you're from, the weirder the nickname, the stronger you are."

"...It's just that you have a strange impression in your mind."

Dong Yi shrugged and said—

"Those nicknames that are recognized by everyone must represent extraordinary strength."

"...Back when I was in school, my exceptional abilities could only earn me the title of 'academic star,' and I had more of those mischievous nicknames."

Chen Ming recalled his student days, and only those lively classmates had many nicknames.

Seeing that he had lost interest, Dong stopped talking, took out Afu's notebook, and began to study seriously, otherwise it would be very annoying to be nagged by him all the time.

Chen Ming looked at the notes in Dong Yi's hand and suddenly asked—

"Hey, what do you think of A-Fu?"

"Ah Fu? I already told you, Fu Jianxian is strong."

"...That's it?"

"Forehead……"

Dong Yi scratched his head, pondered deeply, and then said—

"Still flat?"

"..."

Chen Ming was now certain: it wasn't that the eccentric sword immortals were strong, but rather that their eccentricities made them easier to remember, just like when he was in school.

A classmate chatted with him, saying that he was ranked so-and-so in the class, had participated in several sports meets, and had won several awards... but he just couldn't remember who that was.

Finally, having no other choice, he went all out and confessed—he was the one who peeked under the teacher's skirt.

Oh, now that you mention that, I remember.

It's quite realistic.

He sighed once again—

"You only noticed the strange things, didn't you?"

"Characteristics, of course, are what we remember about people. For example, when we mention a certain celebrity now, we subconsciously think of them as a 'time management master,' but we can't remember what songs they've sung or what movies they've acted in."

Dong Yi was telling the truth; impressions tend to gravitate towards the bizarre. For example, Chen Ming's impression of Dong Yi had gradually turned into that of a "good-for-nothing."

They didn't see her as an ethereal sword immortal at all.

Chen Ming nodded, then frowned and said—

“Something seems off. I don’t want to ask what your impression of A Fu is, but rather whether she has a chance of defeating Lü Bu.”

"impossible."

Dong Yi shook his head and said—

"Did you know that Afu was defeated by Lu Bu in a one-on-three battle? And ever since that incident, I've felt that Afu has been somewhat dazed, and she's been defeated by opponents weaker than her several times. This won't do."

"So, according to you, A-Fu is a weakling now?"

"They're absolutely weak, there's no way Afu can win."

……

……

A sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds, its silvery glow quietly spilling onto the layers of buildings below.

Among the towering mountains, birds have vanished.

The buildings are hidden among the trees and float among the mountains, connected only by black chains. Sword energy crisscrosses the landscape, halting mortals in their tracks.

A sword light came from afar, moving as fast as lightning.

He strolled leisurely through the dense, dangerous sword energy, his figure landing on the ground.

With gray hair and gray eyes, it's A-Fu.

She looked at the buildings in front of her and let out a soft breath.

"I'm back."

Unlike when she left, she now exudes a greater sense of composure.

Chapter 81 Afu's Changes

In the antique-style room, behind the screen, a slender figure sat quietly cross-legged.

Until the first ray of sunlight rises.

She opened her eyes right on time.

Her grey eyes were deep and unfathomable, and her long grey hair cascaded down her back. She looked at the wall: four Han swords, a Tang sword, and that long, black box.

The room was practically empty, containing only a bed, a table, and a sword.

Perhaps for a sword immortal, nothing matters except the sword. Although that would be far too monotonous, only by focusing on sword practice can one improve.

This is the first time in so long that I've had such different feelings. Should I say that I'm running away after being frustrated, or that I've just fallen into depravity...?

not sure.

Anyway, after someone said they were willing to support her, she gained immense courage. Knowing that someone was backing her up, she was no longer afraid.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

A voice cautiously sounded—

"Master, are you back?"

Hearing the voice outside the door, Afu slowly stood up. With a thought, the long black box flew up on its own and hovered behind him.

She walked to the door, and the old door creaked open. She looked at the person outside.