"A ninja clan whose strength is nearly on par with the three great families of Japan?"

Qin Yang's gaze tightened as he murmured.

However, to Qin Yang, it didn't matter much anymore. He had already offended one of the three great families, the Asakawa Clan, and didn't mind adding another to the list.

The notoriety of the three great families of Japan came from their vast industries that spanned the globe, active in both politics and commerce, and were well-known.

Japan also had several hidden ninja clans, similar to Huaxia's ancient martial families, rarely appearing in the public eye, but their heritage and strength might not be any weaker than the three great families.

"Uncle Xu, there is something I don't know if I should say…"

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting towards Xu Xinghan.

"Young Master Qin, please feel free to speak. You saved the lives of me and Mengmeng, there's no need for formality between us."

Xu Xinghan said.

"Uncle Xu, I advise you, it's best not to keep this sword by your side."

Qin Yang said solemnly.

"Sigh, this sword is truly an ominous one. I wish I had never come across it. Ever since it came to my Xu family, nothing good has happened. My wife became a vegetative state because of it, and Mengmeng and I have suffered several attacks. If it wasn't for the plan to lure those Japanese, I would have melted down this cursed sword long ago."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xinghan sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Xu, not only that, but have you been having nightmares frequently at night recently? Your mental state isn't as good as it used to be either."

Qin Yang fixed his gaze on Xu Xinghan.

Xu Xinghan was taken aback, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes, then he solemnly nodded.

"Yes, for the past three months, I often wake from nightmares drenched in sweat, and the dreams are always so bloody.

Sometimes I dream of those Japanese coming to kill me with swords.

Sometimes I dream of wielding this demon sword, cutting those Japanese into pieces, I suppose it's because I hate them so much."

Xu Xinghan nodded, clenching his teeth in hatred.

"Moreover, although I force myself to appear energetic in front of others, I really feel my health isn't as robust as before, I don't sleep well every night, and dealing with those Munou clan Japanese is taxing, so my mental state is poor."

Xu Xinghan said in a heavy voice, then looked at Qin Yang.

"How did Young Master Qin know?"

Xu Xinghan asked.

He had attended fewer events lately, and even if he did, he masked his exhaustion with a facade of vigor, so there was no giveaway.

"Your nightmares perhaps stem from your hatred for the Japanese, but that is not the primary cause."

Qin Yang shook his head and said.

"With Uncle Xu's stature and means, you wouldn't frequently vent your hatred in dreams, but rather devise plans against them. This demon sword is indeed the main reason."

Qin Yang turned his gaze to the Munemasa Demon Sword in his hand, scanning over the blade's dark red serpent with eight heads.

"The demon sword is filled with Blood Evil Qi. Even though Uncle Xu usually keeps it in its sheath in a hidden compartment beneath the floor, the Blood Evil Qi, though suppressed, isn't entirely dissipated.

However, since Uncle Xu has drawn the Munemasa Demon Sword before, the Blood Evil Qi has invaded your body to some degree."

Qin Yang focused on Xu Xinghan and said.

"If this persists, I'm afraid Uncle Xu's lifespan won't last more than three to five years…"

Qin Yang said gravely.

"Three to five years?"

Upon hearing Qin Yang's words, Xu Xinghan's expression instantly became extremely unpleasant, then he stared at the Munemasa Demon Sword in Qin Yang's hand.

"This Wakizashi actually has such a side effect; no wonder my mental state has significantly deteriorated from before, and my body doesn't feel as strong, often feeling fatigued, so these past few months, I've attended fewer events."

Xu Xinghan spoke truthfully.

He had always paid attention to his health, and in his position, he had accumulated enough wealth to last ten lifetimes, so health was most important.

"Young Master Qin, perhaps I should melt this demon sword down immediately. Ever since this ominous sword came to my Xu family, we haven't had peace, and as for luring those Japanese, a fake sword would suffice."

Xu Xinghan's eyes shot to the Munemasa Demon Sword, speaking coldly.

After all, the demon sword belonged to the Japanese; melting it was of no consequence. As for his feud with the Munou clan of Japanese, the Munou clan wouldn't give up, and neither would Xu Xinghan!

"There's no need to melt it down. I can inscribe a sealing mark on the box to temporarily seal the Blood Evil Qi."

Qin Yang shook his head, saying.

The reason this Munemasa Demon Sword is called a demon sword is because of its Blood Evil Qi. Once sealed, there isn't an issue.

Qin Yang is a sword cultivator. Though this Wakizashi is a renowned blade, extremely sharp, the Blood Evil Qi inside makes it unsuitable for Qin Yang, rendering it of no use to him. He naturally wouldn't ask for it, and even if given, he would find it a bother.

"A seal?"

Xu Xinghan was momentarily stunned. Although he didn't understand it, he still nodded.

"However, no matter how strong the seal, it will erode over time. I suggest Uncle Xu might as well exchange the sword.

Since the Munou clan is unwilling to exchange good items, other Japanese families might be willing to, as long as the value is comparable, Uncle Xu can trade it away.

The Munou clan claims to be the descendants of the maker of this Munemasa Demon Sword, so they must be determined to get it. At that time, let them fight among themselves."

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, then looked at Xu Xinghan and said.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xinghan's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded.

"Alright, Young Master Qin, this is a good suggestion. But before that, I still need to devise a plan to kill a few more of the Munou clan Japanese."

A cold light flickered in Xu Xinghan's eyes.

Qin Yang nodded and didn't say much else. With Xu Xinghan's decades of experience and intelligence, he would know what to do.

"Uncle Xu, first, I'll seal the Blood Evil Qi within this sword; you shouldn't open it again until it's time to exchange it with those Japanese."

Qin Yang said.

"Alright, thank you, Young Master Qin."

Xu Xinghan nodded and said.

Immediately, Qin Yang placed the Munemasa Demon Sword back in its sheath and then into the redwood box, closing the lid.

With a gesture from Qin Yang's right hand, a semi-transparent white jade bottle appeared in his grasp.

Inside the semi-transparent jade bottle was the essence blood of the Ice Flood Dragon Python that Qin Yang had previously slain.

Qin Yang uncorked the bottle, and with a motion of his right hand towards the white jade bottle, a wisp of fresh blood floated out.

Spiritual Power surged at Qin Yang's fingertips, merging with the essence blood of the Ice Flood Dragon Python, emitting an ice-white glow.

"Descend."

Qin Yang commanded softly, his fingertip landing on the redwood box, sketching out runes glowing with an ice-white radiance as his fingers danced across the surface.

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