Chapter 155: The Legacy of the Blood Cult (4)
TL: FoodieMonster007
It was an ancient sword, perhaps centuries old. Left forgotten in a dusty corner of the vault, whoever stored it here obviously didn’t think much of it.
However, the moment Baek Suryong’s eyes fell on the blade, he couldn’t tear them away. He approached the sword and examined it closely, noting that the scabbard was worn and peeling, and where tassels once hung, there were only faint, charred remnants. Still, despite the damage and the passage of time eroding his memories, he recognized it immediately.
He picked it up, gently brushing away the layers of dust that had settled on it.
“It’s been a while, Soul Sword…”
Soul Sword, the favorite weapon and faithful companion of the Sword Saint, the greatest swordsman in history. As its name implied, it held the unyielding, unbreakable soul of a martial artist… that is, until his son was taken hostage.
Baek Suryong recalled the faraway look in the Sword Saint’s eyes whenever he stroked Soul Sword.
“This sword contains my soul.”To be honest, Soul Sword was not an exceptional weapon by any standards. In terms of sharpness and durability, it was no better than Moon Shadow, the sword Baek Suryong currently used. Nonetheless, even the most ordinary weapon becomes a treasure in its own right when wielded by a supreme martial artist for decades.