God of Pets-Chapter 441: You Don’t Want It? I’ll Take It
Because her body contains the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers, as long as she drips her blood on the Sword Spirit, it would naturally submit to her, allowing her to easily pull it out.
The things previously mentioned like compatibility and Sword Dao understanding, while true, have no relation to whether Wang Lian can pull out the Sword Spirit.
Now, others cannot pull the sword out, yet she can easily do so, naturally leading others to believe her Sword Dao Cultivation surpasses theirs.
This was told to her by the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers; Wang Lian simply used this to strengthen her own image.
Her family, the Wang Family, cannot be relied upon now, so making some powerful friends would be beneficial.
In Divine Land, one cannot excel alone—Wang Lian needs connections and resources.
Wang Lian pricked her finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the Sword Spirit.
As soon as the drop of blood landed on the blade, the Sword Spirit trembled, and then they saw the blood seep into the blade at a visible speed, disappearing quickly.
A faint hint of blood appeared on the originally cool blade.
This phenomenon didn’t occur when others tried to pull out the sword by dripping blood, leading Dina and the others to believe Wang Lian might succeed.
Wang Lian, brimming with confidence, reached for the hilt, ready to pull the Sword Spirit from the rock.
The Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers had told Wang Lian that the blood contained information about herself, so once the Sword Spirit absorbed it, it would follow her orders, allowing her to pull it out effortlessly.
The preceding phenomenon matched what the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers said, boosting Wang Lian’s confidence.
With full confidence and an air of nobility, Wang Lian attempted to pull, but the Sword Spirit remained unmoved.
Wang Lian’s eyes slightly focused, maintaining her posture, she exerted more effort—still, she couldn’t move the sword.
From her initial graceful demeanor to eventually straining, her face reddened from effort, yet the Sword Spirit remained firmly in place, as if rooted.
"Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers... what is happening... why is it different from what you said... I can’t pull it out..." Wang Lian roared inwardly, feeling like she was made a fool of.
She still held the hilt, unable to pull or release it; letting go would seem embarrassing given her prior high stance.
The Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers sensed the situation by consuming her Primordial Energy, then replied: "I see, this Sword Spirit hasn’t fully developed, there is still adhesion between the blade and the Meteorite Iron. Even if it wants to come out, the adhesion needs to be severed, which requires sufficient power. Since your power is inadequate, you haven’t been able to pull it out."
"What should I do now?" Wang Lian asked urgently.
She felt anxious—the awkward situation extremely uncomfortable.
Wang Lian could sense others’ burning gaze fixed on her.
"There’s nothing I can do, I expended too much energy during the previous battle, lacking the strength to assist you. It’s just how it is, my recovery is too slow." The Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers added.
Though unspoken, it was clearly a criticism toward Wang Lian for not aiding in recovery.
Wang Lian realized it was hopeless, reluctantly releasing her grip. She shrugged at Dina, saying: "This Sword Spirit hasn’t fully developed, still adheres to the Celestial Meteorite Iron—unless it can be shattered, it likely can’t be pulled out."
The group began considering ways to break the Meteorite Iron, but even with various Secret Skills, Secret Treasures, and Spirit Pets, they were unable to damage it.
Wang Lian then suggested packaging the Meteorite Iron along with the Sword Spirit to take back.
Yet soon they realized it was unfeasible; the Meteorite Iron couldn’t be lifted, nor could any pet withstand its weight—it was impractical to transport.
Exploring all options but lacking giant Spirit Pets, they struggled even to move the Meteorite Iron, let alone traverse the vast desert with it.
With no other choice, Wang Lian and her group abandoned plans to take the Sword Spirit.
"If you’re not taking it, can I try?" Chen Guan asked.
"Of course, go ahead, Brother Dong." Dina responded without hesitation.
"If I manage to pull it out, the Sword Spirit will belong to me, correct?" Chen Guan asked.
"Certainly, since we couldn’t pull it out, it’ll be yours if you manage." Dina agreed, seemingly to consent to anything Chen Guan proposed.
"Fool infatuated." Wang Lian thought disdainfully, though she didn’t stop Chen Guan, doubting his ability to succeed.
Firstly, there was the issue of compatibility, secondly, the adhesion between the Sword Spirit and the Meteorite Iron made it unyielding.
Chen Guan approached the Sword Spirit and, mimicking Wang Lian and her group, extracted a drop of blood and let it fall onto the blade.
He suspected his previous attempts failed due to not using blood, so while having pulled many Sword Spirits, none had undergone Petification.
With this opportunity, he intended to test it—perhaps he might obtain a Sword Spirit as a pet?
Chen Guan coveted Jiang Qiemo’s Blinking Divine Sword, who wouldn’t desire a sensible Flying Sword capable of independently attacking enemies?
Watching Chen Guan, Wang Lian secretly communicated with the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers: "His strength is formidable, will he manage to pull the Sword Spirit out?"
"No, he’s not one who practices with swords, lacking any Sword Intent—such crude individuals cannot win the Sword Spirit’s approval." The Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers replied indifferently.
Chen Guan’s blood landed on the Sword Spirit’s blade, instantly resembling red ink dropped in water, it dyed the entire Sword Spirit blood-red within moments.
Before Chen Guan could even reach for the sword, the Sword Spirit emitted a hum, followed by a series of crisp sounds, voluntarily leaping from the rock crevice, flying around Chen Guan—surrounding him and emitting cycles of sword whispers, lacking any threat, appearing almost like a form of ingratiation.
Chen Guan opened his palm, and the Sword Spirit willingly settled into his hand, then in an instant, transformed into countless blood-colored particles, integrating into his body.
The surrounding crowd watched wide-eyed—Dina’s eyes sparkled intensely.
Wang Lian was left dumbfounded, nearly disbelieving her own eyes.
"You... you said... he couldn’t win the Sword Spirit’s approval..." Wang Lian considered the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers a deceiver, none of her statements reliable.
The Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers did not respond, likely equally shocked.
"Spirit Devouring God... this human unexpectedly possesses traits of the Spirit Devouring God... how is this possible... who could harm the Spirit Devouring God... awakening with Spirit Devouring God as the foundation... this is impossible..."
