I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Wangchuan still had some hesitation and considerations regarding Fengzejian.

At that time, Wangchuan felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what this human would do.

And this human gave him a big surprise.

He gave an answer that neither side could provide, but which satisfied both sides.

This was an answer that only he could give, an answer that was given without any preparation, yet without any hesitation.

Feng Zejian's index finger pressed against the junction of the hilt and the blade, and traced a line from there all the way to the tip of the blade.

"Can I wave?"

Wangchuan remained silent for a while.

"I am your knife."

Feng Zejian smiled.

"So I was being too formal?"

Feng Zejian picked up the River of Oblivion and waved it gently in front of him.

The Wangchuan sword isn't heavy overall; it feels much lighter when swung than when held, perhaps because there's no power in the wind, and there's no so-called "wind-breaking sound."

Feng Zejian's arm started to hurt; it was clear that he couldn't move too much.

At that moment, the space in front of Feng Zejian suddenly broke.

Because Feng Zejian swung his sword at an angle, the pillar in front of him broke at an angle. Not only that, but the table, chair, and window all had a slanted knife mark on them.

Putting everything else aside, that pillar alone is nearly twenty centimeters wide.

Feng Zejian's eyes widened. This strike wasn't very destructive, but it was truly silent, severing the target in two with a single cut.

That's incredibly sharp; I didn't even manage to touch it.

However, this pillar seems to be for load-bearing purposes.

"Um, Sister Chuan, is this pillar load-bearing?"

"What do you think?"

Feng Zejian scratched his head.

If the pillar in the middle isn't supporting weight, how can it be used for dancing?

"It seems you won't be staying here today, Sister Chuan."

“It’s the same everywhere. Go find Fengsha and ask her to find someone to repair it.”

Feng Zejian asked, "Should I still take you with me?"

Wangchuan's voice suddenly turned cold and clear.

"You're going to leave me here?"

"No, no, no, I just felt that it would be beneath my dignity as the eldest sister to have you taken out like this."

"I am your knife, I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Feng Zejian felt a little embarrassed by what was said.

Feng Zejian was just about to pretend to be someone else.

But at that moment, Wangchuan's words made Feng Zejian give up this idea.

"I am here, there is no need to hide."

Just six words brought Feng Zejian a sense of peace he had never felt before.

Feng Zejian carried Wangchuan out of the room.

At the pond, Feng Zejian saw Feng Sha feeding the fish.

"Sandstorms."

Feng Sha turned his head and saw that Feng Zejian was holding his eldest sister's true form.

Fengsha's body trembled. She was very angry, but amidst her anger, she also felt a faint sense of envy.

The wind and sand said disdainfully:

"Big sister, why did you let this person hug you?"

Unexpectedly, Wangchuan replied directly, "Wind and sand, you can also find someone to hold you."

The wind and sand fell silent.

"Um, the sandstorm... I damaged Sister Chuan's load-bearing pillar. If you have any connections, please find someone to fix it. Sister Chuan will be staying with me tonight."

"What!?"

Feng Zejian's sabotage and sandstorms had no effect whatsoever, but when he heard that his older sister was going to live with Feng Zejian, he was completely distraught.

At that moment, Fengsha really regretted not finishing the kid off with one strike.

Now it's too late.

"Big sister, you're so foolish."

"Fengsha, I'm perfectly sober, and I have a name now: Wangchuan, Sister Wangchuan, Sister Chuan, Chuan, any of those are fine. As for 'Big Sister,' to be honest, I don't really like that title."

The sandstorm made me jump up and down.

It's like an old father watching his beautiful daughter being tricked away by a blond-haired thug.

A smile appeared on Feng Zejian's face.

"Then it's hard work for you."

Then, it left its silhouette in the wind and sand.

Feng Zejian could sense that the sandstorm had been severely damaged, and Wangchuan, knowing this, deliberately continued to attack it.

How did Feng Zejian figure it out?

He actually discovered that Wangchuan was also the kind of person who didn't talk much, but when faced with the wind and sand, she talked more and focused on what made her uncomfortable.

When the demon swords of the Thousand Blades Pavilion saw their respected elder sister being held by a human, their astonished and bewildered gazes, their utterly shattered worldviews, and their hostile stares filled the air.

Feng Zejian suddenly regretted not wearing a mask.

Under those gazes, Feng Zejian finally returned to his room, but even after returning to his room, he still felt like he was being watched by many people.

Feng Zejian truly adored the Wangchuan sword. He also understood why swordsmen never let go of their swords, even sleeping with them in their arms.

I love it so much.

Feng Zejian carried Wangchuan to bed.

Looking at the ceiling, Feng Zejian suddenly saw several pairs of eyes on the roof. After their eyes met, the eyes disappeared and were replaced by restored tiles.

Honestly, the security measures for this traditional-style building are really not very good.

However, there seems to be hardly anyone around now.

"Sister Chuan, it feels like you were deliberately provoking the sandstorm before."

"You can see it."

"Hmm, it's quite obvious."

After a moment of silence, Wangchuan said, "The wind and sand are a fine blade, but unfortunately, it has followed the wrong master."

"That incident really had a profound impact on her. I could sense that her time as a blade was coming to an end. This was not because of her shattered body, but because of her heart. If, as a blade, she no longer needed someone to hold it tightly, then her will would collapse before her body."

"At that time, her body will also be completely shattered."

Feng Zejian began to ponder.

"In other words, it was her strong will that sustained her shattered body."

"The solution to this problem is simple: find her a new owner and help her regain her trust in humans."

Thinking about this, Feng Zejian felt quite troubled.

"Oh dear, but what should we do?"

At this moment, Wangchuan suddenly said, "Well, isn't the human female who's traveling with us still single? Let Fengsha spend some time with her and see."

Feng Zejian frowned in thought, and Ishihara Reina was indeed the best choice.

But when it comes to conquering the sandstorm, Feng Zejian has a bit of a headache.

In the past, this goal would have been considered an S+ level achievement.

Although it's a guide for assisting players, it's still quite difficult.

But my current task is to spend quality time with my baby.

Chapter 363 Divine Iron

As Feng Zejian fell asleep, he instinctively hugged Wangchuan tightly, and Wangchuan did not refuse, feeling Feng Zejian's body temperature.

At that moment, a strange resonance occurred between the two.

As Feng Zejian drifted off to sleep, some memories flooded into his mind.

Feng Zejian arrived at another palace. A person dressed in non-ancient attire knelt before a person sitting behind a curtain. The curtain partially obscured the figure of the person, who was quite tall, so tall that he seemed inhuman.

The figure spoke a voice that left no room for doubt or refusal:

"Inukai Kazuto, I heard you have a piece of divine iron. I'm currently lacking a suitable weapon, so please give it to me."

Feng Zejian, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

They just demanded it right away.

The kneeling man was quite handsome, and he spoke earnestly:

"General, I have never even heard of divine iron. How did you learn that I have such a thing?"

At this moment, a soldier stepped forward.

“General, he is lying. I clearly heard him tell others that he had a piece of divine iron and that he would forge an unparalleled divine weapon for his child as soon as he was born.”

The kneeling man remained calm.

"General, since he has said so, please search my house. If you find anything, take it as you please, and then punish him later."

"However, General, I still have to say a few words. This man is a soldier under my command. The veracity of what he said needs to be verified, but as for people like him... I won't say more about him."

The soldiers were clearly panicked.

"General, don't believe him. He's definitely lying. If we search his house, we'll find it."

"Quiet, go home and check first, then we'll decide what to do."

Feng Zejian pondered for a moment.

Based on this level of understanding and the state of the individuals involved, Feng Zejian could easily discern their identities.

While divine iron may sound precious, confiscating property simply because it exists is absurd. Besides, divine iron is private property; there's nothing wrong with not handing it over.

However, I have heard the saying, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

Of course, this general wasn't a good person either.

Inukai and his companion remained kneeling until the soldiers who had raided their home returned.

"General, we searched the entire house of Inukai and Kazuto, but we didn't even find a piece of iron."

The soldier who betrayed the dog and the man panicked instantly.

"You must be hiding something, not wanting to give it to the general, right? You must be."

He then knelt down.

"General, I suggest we use torture; we're sure we can find out the whereabouts of the divine iron."

The next second, the soldier who betrayed the soldier was beheaded.

It was Inukai Kazuto who struck, ending the matter with a single blow.

Dog feeders and humans clasp their hands in a gesture of respect.