When the Manifestation Demon God Zenos said he would use such exquisite liquor as payment, Qingxu's eyes nearly glazed over.
Perfect! Too perfect!
A small bottle like this wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him—
but if this heavenly brew was the reward for sharing a bit of sword-dao experience, then why not?
Qingxu broke into a bright smile.
"Brother Zenos, you're far too polite! Even without such wine, a friend like you—this brother of mine—is already worth befriending!"
"As your brother, how could I refuse to teach you my sword-dao?"
The Sword Demon God Qingxu spoke righteously.
Yes—he absolutely was not the kind of person who would sell his sword-dao knowledge for a mere bottle of liquor!
Brotherhood came first.
And between brothers, exchanging techniques was the most normal thing in the world.
Zayn cupped his hands.
"Then I must thank Brother Qingxu!"
"Come, let me pour you a real drink before we worry about training."
He manifested another bottle of Moutai from the void and filled Qingxu's cup to the brim.
"Hahaha! Brother Zenos, refreshing as always! Come—let's drink!"
Zayn filled his own cup and clinked it against Qingxu's.
When he manifested this body, he had burned some of his origin power.
Although not quite at Morax's peak, he still possessed the physique of a top-tier demon god.
Alcohol?
A thousand cups wouldn't faze him.
Time to show what drinking like water truly meant.
"Cheers!"
The two drank freely and joyously.
They drank until the next day before Qingxu finally suggested they begin the actual sword-dao instruction.
A Sword God's Lesson
Zayn followed Qingxu to a wide clearing outside Qingxu Pool—deserted, quiet, a perfect training ground.
Qingxu began:
"As the Sword Demon God, my true body is a longsword capable of severing all things—named the Qingxu Sword, from which my name is derived."
"And for sword-dao, one must first possess a sword."
"Brother Zenos, do you have a sword that belongs to you?"
A sword of his own?
Zayn froze.
He had always played the role of a mage.
He didn't even have a catalyst—how could he possibly have a sword?
But for the Manifestation Demon God, this wasn't a difficult problem.
Since he didn't have one, he would simply manifest one.
He focused.
The sword must suit his temperament—his manifestation authority was represented by white light.
So the weapon should be simple yet elegant.
A black hilt with engraved patterns.
A silver-white blade.
But that alone seemed too plain.
He was a demon god—having some "light pollution" was perfectly reasonable, wasn't it?
So he added a glowing groove along the blade, emitting a soft white radiance—representing his manifestation power.
Next—enchantments.
It must be durable enough to withstand top-tier demon god attacks.
Razor-sharp—able to cut even space itself.
And—
Never mind. Asking for too much might injure his origin.
He still had some self-awareness.
This was good enough.
Manifest!
Zayn felt eighty percent of his total power instantly vanish.
A moment later, the sword materialized in his personal space—a blade that radiated extraordinary presence.
Qingxu, who thought Zayn was simply embarrassed about not having a sword, was about to generously offer one…
But Zayn spoke first.
"I didn't have one earlier. Now I do."
"This sword is called Voidbreaker."
Simple name. Simple design.
But beneath the simplicity lay killing intent—and the power to split space itself.
He held the Voidbreaker in his right hand, brushing the blade with his left.
His gaze lingered on it like he was admiring a beloved treasure.
He genuinely loved this sword.
Qingxu, on the other hand, was stunned.
This sword—
This sword!!
Just by appearance alone, it was anything but ordinary.
What mundane blade glowed with white light?
As the Sword Demon God, he was the highest authority on all things sword-related.
He could feel the sheer strength of the weapon.
A Voidbreaker indeed—
it truly possessed the power to tear space.
To sever space… that was a feat most top demon gods could only achieve through ultimate techniques.
Yet this blade could do so innately.
Such a weapon—
could it even exist in this world?!
For the first time, Qingxu felt embarrassed as the "Sword Demon God."
Why couldn't his Qingxu Sword sever space?!
This Voidbreaker could practically take his position.
Still, Qingxu was carefree by nature.
In the hands of an untrained wielder, the blade's true power couldn't be drawn out anyway.
Which meant—
he would devote himself to teaching Brother Zenos everything he knew!
He would pass down all his sword-dao insights.
If Brother Zenos could use his teachings to unleash the sword's full potential…
Then Qingxu's life would have no regrets!
"Brother Zenos, this Voidbreaker is indeed a magnificent sword!"
"With your handsome appearance, it matches you perfectly—one might even say it was forged expressly for you."
Clearly, he had no idea what "I didn't have one earlier, now I do" really meant.
This sword wasn't merely tailor-made—
It was personally imagined, designed, and crafted by Zayn himself.
With full intellectual property rights.
Ahem.
Zayn tucked the blade away and smiled.
"Haha, thank you for the praise."
"Hahaha! Brother Zenos, no need to delay—
I shall now impart my sword-dao to you!"
Qingxu said with heroic enthusiasm.
Zayn suddenly had the sense that Qingxu was taking this even more seriously than expected.
Well… that just meant he would give Qingxu extra Moutai later.
Learning the sword-dao of a Sword Demon God—
How could he not be excited?
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