Supreme Sword Sovereign

Chapter 22 – Do you understand what Demon Cultivator means? Which Demon Cultivator will save people?

"Kid, you're here?"

Inside the Sword Prison.

Shadow had grown accustomed to Gu Han's occasional visits.

"This lord's Soul Capturing Technique, are you finding it useful... Huh? What happened to the malevolent aura around you?"

He sounded somewhat regretful.

"Tsk tsk, such a pity. With that malevolent aura aiding you, if you practiced demonic techniques, you'd progress twice as fast! What do you say, have you considered my offer to become my disciple?"

"No!"

Gu Han's refusal was crisp and decisive.

"Not as a Named Disciple, but as a direct disciple!"

"Still no!"

"You..."

Shadow's voice hitched.

"Then what are you here for! Are you so bored you've come to mock this lord?"

"I came to thank you."

Gu Han's expression became more serious.

Without the Soul Capturing Technique Shadow had taught him, avenging his father's death and cleansing his name wouldn't have gone as smoothly.

"Thank me?"

Shadow's demeanor brightened.

"Are you planning to release me?"

"No."

"Then how do you plan to thank me?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"..."

Shadow trembled with anger.

This bastard, how shameless can he be!

No, this wasn't just shamelessness, this was outright insolence!

"By the way."

Gu Han suddenly seemed a bit embarrassed.

"I have a question for you."

"...Speak!"

"I have a friend..."

Hearing the familiar tone, Shadow's heart tightened.

Sure enough.

As soon as Gu Han finished speaking, Shadow was completely enraged.

"Didn't I tell you before! I am a Demon Lord! A Demon Lord! I only know how to kill, not to save! Whatever nonsense Cold Poison, I can't cure it, tell your friend to wait for death!"

"Really no way?"

Shadow's blunt response made Gu Han suspicious.

"Think again."

"No! No!"

Shadow roared incessantly.

"How many times must this lord tell you, you..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Something seemed to dawn on him, and his tone changed, suddenly becoming more conciliatory.

"Well, it's not that there's no way."

"What way?"

"If it's about releasing you, then forget it!"

Gu Han shook his head.

That was his bottom line.

Without the strength to protect himself, he would never let Shadow out.

"Of course not."

Shadow understood.

There was no chance Gu Han would release him, so he didn't bother mentioning it.

"What's the requirement?"

Gu Han was now curious.

"I haven't decided yet!"

Shadow mimicked Gu Han.

"When this lord has decided, I will naturally tell you!"

"..."

Gu Han hesitated.

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"Fine!"

After a moment, he nodded.

"I agree!"

"Huh?"

Shadow was surprised.

If Gu Han had agreed without a second thought, he would have doubted his sincerity, but from Gu Han's reaction, it was clear that once he agreed to a request, he wouldn't go back on his word.

"This friend, is he important to you?"

"I have!"

Gu Han exhaled lightly and repeated Shadow's words after careful selection.

"So, the cold qi in the Seventh Prince's body doesn't need to be suppressed, nor is there any need to suppress it. As long as we can find a suitable technique, this cold qi won't take his life. Instead, it will become the greatest aid on his path of cultivation!"

As his words fell, the room fell silent.

Only Ah-Sha blinked, uncertain if she understood.

"What's wrong with you all?"

Gu Han was puzzled.

"Kid...!"

Manager Li was almost incoherent.

"You're saying... the prince... he has a special constitution?"

Special constitution.

Extremely rare.

Even in the hundred years since the founding of the Great Qi Dynasty, with its vast population, only three people with special constitutions had emerged: one was the founding emperor, one had gone to a higher sect early, and the other... was now in the royal family!

"Strictly speaking..."

Gu Han wanted to say 'mediocre.'

But seeing the hopeful look on the Seventh Prince's face, he quickly corrected himself.

"It counts... I guess."

"Empress!"

Manager Li was moved to tears.

"Did you see that? The prince... he has a special constitution! If you know this from the afterlife, you can rest in peace!"

"Young Master..."

Ah-Sha quietly approached.

"What's a special constitution? Is it impressive?"

"That..."

Gu Han touched his nose.

Impressive my foot!

Compared to your Eyes of Truth bloodline, it's the mediocre of the mediocre!

"Brilliant! Brilliant indeed!"

Aside.

Doctor Xue was full of admiration.

"I was mistaken before, only thinking about suppressing the Cold Poison, never considering this aspect! Alas, young friend, your insight and experience far surpass mine, truly making me feel ashamed!"

"Hehe!"

Ah-Sha was delighted.

"The young master is amazing! Even while sleeping, he can figure out a way to save someone!"

"..."

Gu Han was embarrassed.

In fact, it wasn't Doctor Xue's lack of insight; after all, he was only skilled in medicine and naturally didn't know much else. Moreover, he was facing a dimensionally superior attack from an unfathomable Demon Lord.

"Alas..."

Suddenly.

A sigh sounded.

It was from the Seventh Prince.

"It's too late..."

His face was filled with bitterness.

"If I had met Brother Gu earlier, I might have had a chance, but now... Doctor Xue, how long do I have left? A month? Two months? I'm afraid the next time the Cold Poison flares up, I'll be doomed."

Click.

Manager Li and Doctor Xue's hearts skipped a beat.

The joy that had just appeared on their faces vanished without a trace.

Such techniques suitable for a Cold Body were extremely special and precious, not to mention hard to find. Not just in the Great Qi Dynasty, but even in the entire Eastern Wasteland, it would be a miracle to find one. Even if they did, how could the Seventh Prince wait that long?

"Aren't you a prince?"

Ah-Sha was puzzled.

"Shouldn't your family have a lot of power? Ask them to help you find it!"

"It's useless."

The Seventh Prince smiled bitterly.

"They... won't care about my life or death."

"Your Highness!"

Manager Li shouted sternly, "You must not give up so easily! You are the only blood of the Empress, and I would sacrifice my life, even if I have to scour the entire Eastern Wasteland, to find this technique for you!"

"Alas..."

Doctor Xue sighed.

Clearly, Manager Li had lost his reason in his excitement.

"Young Master..."

Ah-Sha, recalling her own experiences, looked downcast.

"He's so pitiful!"

"..."

Gu Han was speechless.

I haven't even finished speaking, and you're all acting like it's life or death. Is it really necessary?

"That..."

He cleared his throat.

"I have the technique."