Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

The Zhan Yun Sword pointed directly at Han Ziyan, and in an instant, it transformed into human form, appearing on the ground as a smug little boy with an arrogant and cocky expression.

A look of surprise flashed in Han Ziyan's eyes, followed by a hint of joy. Spirit swords are extremely difficult to transform into human form, and those that can are one in ten thousand. This news was an unexpected joy for Han Ziyan.

He's determined to get the War Cloud Sword!

Zhan Yun put his hands on his hips, his chubby little face wobbling, looking quite adorable. He was doing just fine in the Sword Tomb, who would have thought he'd go out and get the swords all dirty?

Previously, it was just a spirit sword of excellent quality, which was used by the Demon General to fight with people all day long. Demons are warlike and capricious, and they can start a fight if they don't like someone while walking on the street. They can fight three or four times a day.

The sword was covered in blood, but the general was a rough and uncultured man who had no idea that a spirit sword needed maintenance. It was covered in scratches and missing a piece.

It thought that being used by its master to achieve glory until it was damaged and sacrificed was the fate of a sword, but when it came to the sword tomb, it realized that it was so wrong.

It was surrounded by rich spiritual energy in the Sword Tomb, and in just a few hundred years it transformed into human form. It even had dedicated disciples to repair the damaged spiritual swords. After learning that it had transformed, it attracted a large number of disciples to watch. Every day, it only needed to stand still, and it would be served by its own servants who would gossip about it, bring it delicious food, and make it very happy with the admiring and curious looks in their eyes.

So why not enjoy a perfectly good, carefree life? Who wants to go out?

With a slight pout, she huffed unhappily and said "no" to Han Ziyan's surprised expression.

Han Ziyan twitched the corner of her lips, as if she couldn't believe it. "No?"

As a sword takes on the personality of its master, it will generally reflect the character of its master when it takes human form. The demon general valued fame and fortune the most and only wanted to make the demon race famous and become a demon hero. The corresponding Zhanyun Sword would naturally want to become famous in the sword world. Generally, bloodthirsty and warlike swords will have this idea.

He promised to take it away from this boring and desolate place and let it wreak havoc again. Zhan Yunjian was already making a huge profit, yet he dared not agree. Upon hearing the reply, he couldn't maintain his composure and his face turned ashen.

He patiently continued to coax her in a low voice, "Don't you want to become the greatest swordsman in the world? Don't you want to take revenge on the humans who imprisoned you here? Don't you want to kill indiscriminately?"

If the old Zhan Yun Sword had heard this, it would have happily followed the contract and run away. But things are different now. Fighting on the battlefield is nothing compared to eating, drinking, and having fun in the Sword Tomb. It just didn't want to go out, so it came to stay in such a remote place.

The little boy pouted, crossed his arms, and raised his round chin. "I don't want to! What era are we living in? Who wants to get all dirty? Your thinking is outdated and unacceptable."

Han Ziyan's face was so black it could drip ink; he was clearly refusing to listen to reason and was now being forced to drink the penalty cup. He reached out and took out a magic disc, dripping another drop of blood onto it. The magic disc emitted a bright light, and red threads floated in the air, directly encircling Han Ziyan and the little boy.

Zhan Yun sensed something was wrong and struggled desperately but couldn't move. The scene before it triggered its memories of when it was still a sword.

In the dimly lit weapon-forging room, a man with crimson eyes laughed wickedly and arrogantly, looking at the sword that emitted a golden halo with ecstatic joy. He had finally forged a top-grade spiritual sword.

Thinking of something, his joy diminished slightly. It was a pity that he had lost his bet with the demons. As required, he was to give the first sword he forged to the demons. Unexpectedly, he performed exceptionally well this time and forged a top-grade spirit sword in one go.

As cunning as he was, he would not easily let the demons take advantage of him. Looking at the few remaining spirit stones, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Based on the principle of attraction and resonance between stones of the same type, he cleverly created a complex array plate and had someone carve an array that could locate the spirit sword's position and also control the spirit sword through the array plate.

At this moment, Han Ziyan was manipulating the magic disc to forcibly form a bond with the battle clouds.

The little boy struggled with his hands and feet, not wanting to go out. He cried out, "Someone is here to serve me and play with me. Who is it that wants to go outside?"

Who's out there?!

The other swordsmen noticed this and quickly came to help. Bullying their brother in front of them was just too arrogant.

Go!

They flew over together with fierce momentum, but Han Ziyan was prepared and used his defensive magic disc. A golden light protected him, preventing anyone from delaying his business.

The other swordsmen were even angrier at his actions. They thought he was too wicked and angrily attacked the protective shield. Their efforts did have some effect, and a crack appeared on the outer shell of the shield.

But the contract was finalized at the last minute, and it was too late.

The sword energy circled around, but it could not face the fact that Zhan Yun had been bound by the contract and was about to leave.

The little boy looked at the contract mark on his body and felt angry and frustrated. He burst into tears, crying, "Waaah, it will definitely come back!"

That wretched demon race! It would never listen to him. It would secretly take revenge. From that moment on, the seed of vengeance was planted in Zhan Yun's heart.

It will not let Han Ziyan off the hook.

Han Ziyan took the sword and walked straight out. He wasn't afraid, as there were restrictions in the Sword Tomb, and the spirit sword couldn't hurt people at will.

Outside the Sword Tomb, a woman in green leaned against a tree, her eyes closed as if deep in thought. She was aloof and ethereal, surrounded by lush green trees. A gentle breeze caressed her hair, and the sunlight seemed to favor her, casting dappled shadows, but it seemed to miss her, leaving faint ripples on her turquoise robes.

Han Ziyan stopped in his tracks, stunned. The woman in front of him was so beautiful and dazzling, she seemed like a real person. Under the bright sun, the surrounding light made her already fair skin even more radiant, like a finely sculpted white porcelain doll.

He held his breath, afraid of disturbing the woman who was resting with her eyes closed, and afraid that his recklessness would cause the woman in front of him to disappear like the wind.

It's dazzling and incredibly beautiful.

Han Ziyan curled her lips into a smile. As she thought this, her heart, which had been disturbed by the events in the Sword Tomb, calmed down and became tinged with joy.

"Master, your disciple is out."

Yuewu opened her eyes, her bright eyes widening slightly. She was quite displeased that she had been forced to stop watching the show with 66, and she was even more annoyed when she saw that it was Han Ziyan.

As he walked towards her, he stopped about two or three meters away, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and appeared very polite.

Yuewu still didn't have a good look on her face. She glanced at him and quickly looked away, not wanting to see him pretending. In particular, the disgusting emotion hidden in his narrow phoenix eyes was what she disliked the most.

With a gentle and refined smile, his eyes were full of predatory intent and ambition. He stared at people as if they were being entangled by a venomous snake in the dark, always waiting for the moment when the enemy would let their guard down to coil around them and devour them.

A thick, aggressive gaze fell upon her, and Yuewu almost got goosebumps. She felt that this person wanted to do something bad, so she should be careful. She had already refused Han Ziyan's gifts many times, and she was afraid of falling into his trap and repeating the same mistake.

She's a future supreme deity; these petty schemes can be easily thwarted.

"Master, I have obtained the spirit sword, and it's a pretty good one."

His tone was filled with pride, like an ordinary junior disciple showing off to his master. Yuewu vaguely sensed something was wrong; the person in front of her was not so innocent.

She wasn't sure what was wrong, but she simply hummed softly and slowly uttered a word of praise.

Then, he quietly watched him, signaling him to continue. Han Ziyan smiled and, ignoring Yuewu's indifference, continued to recount his experiences in the Sword Tomb, which were quite exciting and full of ups and downs.

Only when people continued to emerge from the Sword Tomb did he stop speaking and stand with Yuewu, waiting for the remaining disciples.