Chapter 501: Choosing a Weapon
Chapter 501: Choosing a Weapon
Kyrian remained standing before the four weapons for several moments.
The shop was silent. Only the faint spiritual hum emitted by the weapons broke the tranquility of the store, an almost imperceptible sound that seemed to come from the depths of the metal itself.
Each weapon seemed to sing its own song, a subtle melody that only those with refined perception could hear.
The afternoon light streamed through the tall windows, creating patterns of light and shadow that danced across the polished blades. The sun’s rays reflected off the metallic surfaces, making each weapon shine with its own unique brilliance.
He slowly reached out toward the longsword with the violet blade.
His fingers touched the hilt, wrapped in dark leather, tightly braided to provide a secure grip. The feeling was familiar, comfortable. Like an old friend he had not seen in a long time.
The moment his fingers touched the hilt, a thin stream of Qi began flowing through his meridians.
It was not the ordinary Qi that naturally circulated through his body. It was the Lightning Qi produced by the Third Mirrored Eye, an energy purer, more concentrated, and more attuned to the essence of thunder.
The energy left his third dantian, naturally traveled through his meridians, and flowed down his arms, passing through his shoulders, elbows, and wrists until it reached the sword.
Buzz...
The blade lit up instantly. Tiny violet bolts of lightning appeared across the metal, slithering along the length of the sword like little electric serpents. The light was gentle at first but quickly intensified, creating a pattern of sparks that ran from the guard to the tip.
Kyrian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the weapon’s response.
’It amplifies my Qi...’
He increased the amount of energy flowing into the sword a little more, testing its limits.
The weapon responded immediately. The lightning bolts became thicker and brighter. The spiritual pressure emitted by the sword visibly increased, creating a faint vibration in the surrounding air.
The energy returning to his perception was different from what he had sent. More concentrated. Sharper. As though the weapon itself refined the lightning before returning it, purifying the energy and giving it back in a more powerful form.
’An amplification of approximately thirty percent...’
It was not a perfect estimate, but it was close enough. The sword did not merely conduct his Qi, it improved it, refined it. Every unit of energy he invested came back with additional value.
A Peak Spiritual Weapon truly lived up to its name.
Kyrian slowly withdrew his hand. The light gradually faded, the lightning dissipating like smoke in the wind. The sword returned to its silent state, but Kyrian had already learned everything he needed to know about it.
He then walked over to the spear.
The black shaft was long and elegant, crafted from a material that seemed to absorb light. The spearhead gleamed with a silvery hue that contrasted with the darkness of the shaft. Subtle runes were engraved along its length, forming patterns reminiscent of lightning.
The moment his Qi entered the black shaft, the entire surface of the spear began emitting delicate silver lightning. The electrical current traveled throughout the weapon until it reached the tip, where it continuously condensed into a small sphere of pulsing energy.
Kyrian performed a simple movement, a basic thrust without using any special technique.
Crack!
An arc of lightning naturally escaped from the tip, slicing through the air with a sharp sound. The energy extended for more than a meter before dissipating, leaving behind a luminous trail that glowed briefly.
His eyes lit up faintly.
’Its conductivity is excellent.’
The spear seemed to have been made specifically for practitioners of the Path of Lightning. Every detail, every rune, every curve of the shaft appeared designed to maximize the flow of electrical energy.
Even so... after a few seconds, he returned it to the table. The spear was undoubtedly impressive, but it was not what he was looking for.
He then picked up the saber.
The blade was curved, broad at the base and gradually narrowing toward the tip. The metal had a dark, almost black hue, streaked with silver veins that gleamed beneath the light. The hilt was long enough to be held with both hands and wrapped in red leather.
The instant his Qi entered the blade, the reaction was completely different.
Instead of simply enveloping the entire weapon as it had with the sword and spear, the electricity began condensing along the blade’s edge. All of the energy was compressed precisely into the cutting edge, concentrating into a thin line of power.
The surrounding air trembled. The pressure became extremely aggressive, as though the weapon itself was eager to strike.
Kyrian made a slight downward swing.
Shhh!
The sound it produced was completely different from the sword’s. It was faster, fiercer, and more explosive. Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the heavens, the saber sliced through the air with a supernatural ease.
’Hmm...’
His gaze lingered on the saber for several seconds. He liked the feeling, the way the energy concentrated, the way the weapon responded to his movements.
It felt like a weapon made for swift and overwhelmingly destructive attacks. Not for elaborate defenses or complex techniques, but for simple, devastating strikes.
Finally... he approached the straight sword.
It remained completely silent, and motionless upon its stand. While the other weapons had immediately displayed their qualities, this one remained at rest, as though it were waiting.
Without any dramatic display of power.
Kyrian placed his hand on the hilt. The sensation was different from the others. The grip was slimmer, more elegant. The guard was simple, without ornaments.
His Qi flowed slowly, like a river finding its natural course.
For a brief moment... nothing happened.
Then... an extremely gentle violet light traveled across the entire blade.
No explosions. No crackling. No grand manifestations. The energy simply flowed, natural and steady, as though the sword and his Qi had always belonged together.
Kyrian increased the flow even further, sending a greater amount of energy into the weapon.
The sword responded in the same manner, without resistance or turbulence. The violet light intensified, yet retained its characteristic gentleness.
No instability. No loss. The amplification was remarkably uniform, evenly distributed throughout the entire blade.
’Hmm...?’