"Damn it! Damn it!"
Gu Yiran roared furiously at this moment.
He gripped his sword tightly and continued slashing out in all directions.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The sword sliced through the air, emitting countless sharp sounds as it moved.
Several more Black Demon Wolves that had been lunging at him were cut down.
[Killed third-rank Black Demon Wolf, gained 30 evolution points]
[Killed third-rank Black Demon Wolf, gained 30 evolution points]
...
[Absorbed third-rank Black Demon Wolf's blood essence, gained 3 energy points]
[Absorbed third-rank Black Demon Wolf's blood essence, gained 3 energy points]
...
However, the number of Black Demon Wolves was simply overwhelming.
The system's notifications continued to sound incessantly.
"It's still too slow," Ye Fan muttered under his breath.
"There's still a long way to go before I can level up."
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, a piercing scream suddenly echoed through the air.
Gu Yiran's left arm was violently ripped off by one of the Black Demon Wolves!
The intense pain from losing his arm caused him to let out a heart-wrenching scream as blood sprayed everywhere.
"Just as I thought."
Ye Fan sighed softly.
Although Gu Yiran had been relentlessly killing Black Demon Wolves and gaining strength from the blood, he was already wounded, and his strength wasn't that remarkable.
Facing this many Black Demon Wolves at once, he had no good way to deal with them.
"Die!"
"All of you, die!"
Gu Yiran howled in fury as he continued to swing his sword desperately.
But the number of Black Demon Wolves was simply too great.
In no time, his body was surrounded by the beasts, and he couldn't keep up.
His body was soon bitten by the Black Demon Wolves.
Ahhhh!
Terrifying screams echoed through the air.
"No… I can't die here..."
Gu Yiran struggled madly.
He had obtained such a powerful sword; he was meant to become someone great.
How could he… die here?!
But at this moment, there was nothing he could do to break free.
Countless Black Demon Wolves tore his body apart until only white bones remained.
[Swordmaster has perished]
[Gained 2,000 evolution points]
"What a pity," Ye Fan muttered.
"At least die after taking me out of here."
Now stranded in the wilderness, surrounded by these Black Demon Wolves, who couldn't even wield weapons, how was he supposed to get out?
The energy points he had accumulated didn't seem usable yet either.
[Host]: Ye Fan
[Sword Name]: Ordinary Long Sword (forged with special metal, now an ordinary long sword, possessing moderate sharpness)
[Quality]: Sharp
[Passive Skill]: Bloodthirsty (absorbs blood to nourish the sword and transmits part of the energy to the host)
Cursed (the sword is filled with immense resentment; those without sufficient strength will be plagued by bad luck)
[Evolution Points]: 42,000/100,000
[Energy]: 521
"Only forty-two thousand evolution points. I need one hundred thousand to evolve,"
Ye Fan sighed.
"Once I evolve, I should be able to use the energy points and move freely."
Looking at his system panel, Ye Fan pondered aloud.
Soon after, the Black Demon Wolves finished devouring Gu Yiran and the others, leaving only bones behind.
With no more food, they scattered, leaving Ye Fan lying on the ground.
About an hour later, a group of cultivators approached from a distance.
"Are these the Black Demon Wolves?"
"Was someone just fighting them?"
"Wait, those clothes… they look like they belong to the Xuantian Sect!"
"To encounter a pack of Black Demon Wolves here… what rotten luck."
…
The group of cultivators began talking amongst themselves as they examined the area.
Their clothing was identical to that of Gu Yiran and his group, showing they were from the same sect.
"Let's collect the weapons and take them back."
One of the cultivators placed several of the swords on the ground into a sword basket.
"This sword is a bit different."
"Right, their senior brother was Gu Yiran, wasn't he? He probably used a special sword."
One of the cultivators eyed the pitch-black sword curiously as he spoke.
Without thinking too much, he placed the sword into the basket.
"Looks like I'll be leaving here after all,"
Ye Fan thought to himself, feeling relieved.
The group spent a little more time searching the ruins for any valuable metals left from the particle world's explosion, then left the area.
As they walked, Ye Fan got a good look at the sights of the cultivation world.
The world felt vast—far larger than Earth.
The mountains towered high, reaching into the clouds. Gigantic birds soared through the sky, and even the trees were much larger than those on Earth.
After what felt like a long journey, the group finally arrived at the foot of a towering mountain!
At the base of the mountain stood a massive boulder with majestic calligraphy spelling out the words: "Xuantian Sect."
"This sect certainly exudes grandeur,"
Ye Fan couldn't help but marvel.
This was indeed the cultivation world, far grander than the sect he had seen hundreds of years ago when he first became a sword.
The disciples returned to the Xuantian Sect.
Built against the mountain, the sect was vast and imposing, with structures that stretched endlessly.
Especially the buildings at the peak—they had a celestial aura, like palaces in the heavens.
"Gu Yiran and his group were ambushed by the Black Demon Wolves and perished."
"These are their weapons."
The lead cultivator respectfully handed over the swords to the weapon hall.
"Alright, I'll register them,"
replied a middle-aged man.
Regardless of whether they were damaged or not, all unused weapons had to be returned.
Even those belonging to the deceased had to be collected.
After all, refining weapons in the cultivation world wasn't easy, especially for smaller sects like Xuantian Sect.
"This sword… it doesn't seem like it was crafted by our sect's weapon refiners."
The middle-aged man stared at Ye Fan's sword, curiosity lighting up his face.
He had been handling weapon registrations for many years, and he was familiar with almost every weapon.
But this one looked strange.
"It doesn't even seem to be a magical weapon, yet it's extremely sharp."
He inspected it closely, running his finger along the blade, feeling a sharp sting.
"This was likely Gu Yiran's. He was their senior brother, so it makes sense for him to have a unique sword."
One of the disciples offered an explanation.
"That makes sense."
The middle-aged man nodded and placed the sword on a nearby rack.
He logged it in the records as the sword Gu Yiran had used before his death: sharp, but neither a magical weapon nor a spirit weapon.