173: Chapter 173 Ling Lin

Mo Zixing's gaze quickly swept over the newly refreshed information on the system panel.

[Name: Unnamed]

[Gender: Female]

[Race: soul-devouring sword spirit]

[Grade: Crystallization Stage Medium Grade (Growable)]

[Personality: Evil, Self-Willed]

[Special traits:

Soul Devour: Can devour a Cultivator's Divine Soul and spiritual energy to convert them into its own energy, upgrading its own grade.]

[Luck: None]

After reading this, the corner of Mo Zixing's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Alright.

A top-tier trash personality.

As expected of the artifact spirit of the demonic weapon, the soul-devouring sword.

[Evil] was bad enough, but it also had [Self-Willed] added to it.

It seemed she was naturally rebellious, doing whatever she pleased. No wonder she thought of turning on her master the moment she woke up.

Mo Zixing's gaze fell upon the small dice icon next to the personality trait again.

At least this was the same as everyone else's.

The sword spirit's personality traits could also be rerolled and replaced by rolling the dice.

However, these two traits were already bad enough; randomly changing them might not necessarily make things any better.

Thinking of the personality traits...

A strange thought suddenly popped into Mo Zixing's head.

Since there was a personality slot, could he give her a [Loyalty] trait?

And then, between him and the soul-devouring sword, one person and one sword...

Just imagining it made him feel a phantom pain.

Forget it, forget it. He would think about it later.

He closed the interface and turned to look at the soul-devouring sword floating in front of him.

"It's time to give you a name."

Mo Zixing gently touched the cold blade:

"Do you have any ideas yourself?"

The soul-devouring sword paused in place upon hearing this.

The blade tilted slightly, appearing somewhat hesitant and uneasy:

"Ma... Master can just name me."

She spoke with extreme caution, clearly terrified of saying the wrong thing and getting hit with the stick again.

"It's just giving you a name, I won't hit you."

Mo Zixing was amused by her behavior:

"Seriously, I never hit artifact spirits for no reason. Just say whatever comes to mind, it's fine."

The soul-devouring sword floated in silence for a moment.

Finally, she tapped the ground gently with her blade, as if gathering all her courage, and spoke:

"Then... Ling Lin, is that okay?"

"Ling Lin?"

Mo Zixing repeated the name and nodded:

"That's a nice name. It suits you well."

As he confirmed the change,

the sword spirit's information interface popped up again, and its contents had been updated:

[Name: Ling Lin]

"Ling Lin."

Mo Zixing called out again.

The soul-devouring sword wobbled stiffly, hesitantly flying over to his hand and gently touching his fingertip.

Beside him, Sect Master Bai Ruotong watched with a curious expression.

She leaned in and nudged Mo Zixing's arm:

"How is it? Has she acknowledged you as her master?"

"You could say that."

Mo Zixing said with a smile:

"I let her name herself. She chose Ling Lin."

"Ling Lin..."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong murmured softly, looking a bit surprised:

"For such a fierce demonic weapon, the sword spirit is actually a girl?"

She paused, sizing up the soul-devouring sword from top to bottom, before suddenly remembering something and saying:

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you."

"For an artifact spirit like Ling Lin who possesses true independent consciousness, as long as the Spiritual Artifact itself is of a high enough grade and nourished with abundant spiritual energy day and night, she can eventually take human form."

"take human form?"

Mo Zixing was taken aback, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

He had always thought that a sword spirit could only stay inside the sword, communicating with him through consciousness at most.

He had never imagined they could actually manifest a physical body.

"That's right."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong nodded and said mysteriously:

"It is said that a long time ago, many powerful Magical Artifacts could take human form, some even stronger than ordinary Cultivators."

"There aren't many Magical Artifacts that can even birth an artifact spirit, and those that eventually manage to take human form are even rarer."

She pointed at the soul-devouring sword:

"A sword spirit of a demonic weapon like her is different from normal artifact spirits of the same grade. The difficulty of taking human form might be much higher."

"As long as she reaches at least the Spirit Gathering Stage or Nascent Soul Stage, and you give her enough spiritual energy, she will be able to take human form before long."

"When that time comes, she will be able to walk and talk on her own, and won't have to stay inside the sword anymore."

Mo Zixing looked at the soul-devouring sword by his hand, and his mind couldn't help but begin to imagine what Ling Lin would look like after taking human form.

Would she be a cold, ethereal young girl, just like her voice?

Or would she take after the nature of the soul-devouring sword, looking even more bewitching and captivating?

But as he thought about it, he snapped back to reality.

Wielding a demonic weapon required strength, and Ling Lin was highly likely only submissive on the surface.

All of her current obedience was built upon the deterrence of that stick strike earlier.

The moment he let his guard down even slightly, as the spirit of the soul-devouring sword, she would absolutely turn on him again.

Just thinking about how the sword spirit—who had been shouting about being born for slaughter before getting beaten—would stand before him as a living woman in the future...

Mo Zixing felt a massive headache coming on.

No, he had to change her personality first.

Otherwise, once she took human form, he would probably have to clean up her messes every single day.

With this thought, Mo Zixing willed it.

He pulled up Ling Lin's system panel once again.

His gaze fell once more upon the small dice icon next to her personality trait.

Since both of her current traits were already trash anyway, how much worse could any new trait he rolled possibly be?

He might as well try; what if he rolled a good one?

Mo Zixing took a deep breath and gently tapped the dice icon with his consciousness.