Chapter 205: Damian Smells Another Treasure Chest
Damian stepped through the darker mist and finally left the [Inner Sword Region] behind.
The moment he crossed into the next area, the pressure around him changed completely.
The gray mist vanished.
What appeared before him was a vast open land so enormous that even Damian stopped walking for a moment.
The sky was higher.
The ground was wider.
The entire place looked less like a tomb and more like a separate world hidden inside the Sword Tomb.
Damian slowly looked around, his voice carrying clear surprise. "Damn... this place is really big."
Unlike the [Outer Sword Graveyard] and [Inner Sword Region], there were not many swords here.
In fact, the swords were extremely few.
However, each one was separated by a huge distance, as if every blade refused to share the same space with another.
Some stood on distant cliffs.
Some floated above deep cracks in the ground.
Some were buried in lonely stone platforms.
Some were surrounded by storms, flames, ice, thunder, blood-colored mist, or silent darkness.
Every sword had its own domain.
Damian’s eyes slowly brightened. "So this is the [Core Sword Domain]."
The protection jade at his waist trembled faintly.
A message appeared in his mind.
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[Core Sword Domain]
[Main Grade: Royal Grade]
[Danger Level: Extreme]
[Environment Changed by Sword Power]
[Do Not Approach Domains Carelessly]
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Damian read the warning and nodded seriously. "Good advice."
A second later, he laughed. "Too bad I didn’t come here to be careful."
The protection jade warmed slightly, as if it wanted to remind him not to be stupid.
Damian glanced down at it. "What? I said the advice is good. I never said I would listen."
The jade became silent.
Damian clicked his tongue and looked ahead again.
He was now walking through the [Core Sword Domain] without approaching any sword yet.
Royal Grade sword domains surrounded him from every direction, each one releasing a pressure strong enough to make ordinary Golden Core cultivators sweat bullets.
Damian only glanced at them and kept walking. "No rush."
His eyes moved across the vast land, but he was not searching for swords first.
He was searching for people.
More accurately, beautiful women.
Damian let out a long sigh. "Damn. I’ve been inside this place for three days already, so I missed three gifting chances. What a waste."
For Damian, that was not just a waste.
That was a damn tragedy.
He sighed again and continued walking through the [Core Sword Domain], carefully avoiding the strongest sword domains while scanning the area.
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Damian continued walking through the [Core Sword Domain], his eyes moving across the strange sword domains around him until he finally saw people.
Not only that, there was a girl inside the group.
Three men stood around a young woman near the edge of a white sword domain.
Her face was beautiful but tense, and her hand gripped the hilt of a thin sword at her waist.
The three men surrounding her were clearly not friendly.
One stood in front of her with folded arms.
The other two blocked her left and right, their sword Qi faintly locking the surrounding space.
Damian stopped behind a broken stone ridge and watched quietly.
His eyes first swept over the three men, then landed on the girl.
A system screen appeared instantly.
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[Target Detected]
[Multiplier: 200×]
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Damian’s eyes brightened. "Damn."
A slow grin appeared on his face. "Two hundred times. Not bad at all."
He did not rush out immediately.
Instead, he leaned lazily against the stone ridge and watched the situation with interest.
After all, jumping out too early was boring.
A proper hero had to appear at the right moment.
A proper villain also had to enjoy the show first.
Damian rubbed his chin. "Let’s see what kind of drama this is."
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The young woman stood alone near the white sword domain, her hand gripping the hilt at her waist.
Her expression was calm, but the tension in her shoulders exposed her real situation.
The three men surrounding her did not look like they were asking nicely.
The man in front slowly looked her up and down, then let out a cold laugh. "I thought my eyes were wrong at first, but it really is you."
The woman’s gaze sharpened. "Move."
The man’s smile became uglier. "Move? Do you still think you’re some noble young lady who can order people around?"
The other two men laughed.
One of them raised his sword slightly. "Senior Brother, is she really that fugitive?"
The front man nodded. "That’s right. The woman who betrayed her clan, stole their sword art, and escaped after injuring several disciples."
The woman’s fingers tightened around her sword hilt. "You don’t know anything."
"Oh?" The front man sneered. "Then explain it. Explain why the Valeria Clan has a bounty on your head."
Behind the stone ridge, Damian’s eyes moved slightly.
"Valeria Clan? Fugitive? Interesting."
The woman did not answer.
Her silence only made the three men more confident.
The man on the left chuckled. "To think a fugitive like you dares to enter the Sword Tomb. What, are you thinking of using the Heavenly Sword Sect to turn your lie around?"
The man on the right added, "Hand over your storage ring and that sword at your waist. Maybe we’ll only break your legs before sending you back."
The woman’s voice became colder. "Try it."
The front man’s expression darkened. "Still pretending to be proud? Fine. Since the Valeria Clan wants you alive, we won’t kill you."
Before the man could do anything, Damian stepped out from behind the broken stone ridge.
The sudden movement made all four of them turn at once.
The three men’s expressions changed.
The young woman’s eyes also flickered with surprise.
Damian walked forward casually, as if he had not just interrupted a tense confrontation.
"Wow. Three men bullying one injured beauty. You bastards really picked the ugliest way to act brave."
The front man’s face darkened. "Who the hell are you?"
Damian’s smile widened. "Me?"
He pointed at himself. "Just a handsome passerby with a unique personality of loving beautiful women."