I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 666: Royal Blood

Only the wielder of the Huo Jin sword can draw the Huo Jin sword; this is what Amamiya Haruki told Lin Qiye.

And indeed, that is the case.

Lin Qiye looked at the already drawn “Black Rope” in his hand, feeling a bit dazed.

Does this mean he has become the wielder of the “Black Rope”?

Is it really that simple?

For some reason, at this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly felt that “this sword is quite casual”…

Putting the “Black Rope” back into its sheath, Lin Qiye took the “Misty Eye” that Uncle Kyoji handed him. He cleared his throat and placed his palm on the hilt…

Uncle Kyoji appeared calm, but inside he was already starting to panic. He stared intently at the “Misty Eye” in Lin Qiye’s hand, swallowing hard, almost imperceptibly.

Lin Qiye exerted force with his palm.

Clang—!!

The “Misty Eye” also came out of its sheath half an inch.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Uncle Kyoji was also stunned.

The sword spirit, Xiao Jin, was equally stunned.

“Um…” Lin Qiye spoke uncertainly, “Did I draw it too quickly? Did it not react in time? Should I try drawing it again?”

Lin Qiye inserted the “Misty Eye” back into its sheath, pondered for two seconds, and drew it out again!

Clang—!

The blade slid out smoothly without any resistance.

Lin Qiye: …

Uncle Kyoji’s gaze towards Lin Qiye had completely changed. He looked at the two drawn long swords, shock evident in his eyes:

“Royal blood? How could you possibly have royal blood?”

If drawing just one Huo Jin sword could be attributed to the sword spirit of the “Black Rope” being too casual in choosing its master, then drawing two in a row was a completely different matter.

The sword spirits of the Huo Jin swords are very proud; it is impossible for two swords to serve one master unless… the person drawing the swords possesses royal blood.

Confusion appeared in Lin Qiye’s eyes.

How did he have royal blood?

Could it be that he has some blood relation to Yuzuriha Kurotetsu?

That’s impossible! His parents are both genuine people from the Great Xia, and logically speaking, Japan had already fallen into the fog a hundred years ago. There could absolutely be no blood relation between him and Yuzuriha Kurotetsu.

Then where did his royal blood come from?

Lin Qiye remembered that Amamiya Haruki had said that royal blood could be acquired later in life; at least, that was the case for Yuzuriha Kurotetsu… If that’s true, does it mean that at some point, he inadvertently acquired royal blood?

What exactly is this so-called “royal blood”? Why does it grant the ability to control all Huo Jin swords?

“Have you been to that ruin in Hokkaido?” Uncle Kyoji seemed to have thought of something, frowning as he looked at Lin Qiye.

“No, I’ve never been there.”

Lin Qiye shook his head decisively.

Uncle Kyoji fell into deep thought…

He pondered for a long time, and aside from Lin Qiye having been to that ruin in Hokkaido, he really couldn’t think of any other possibilities. He helplessly shook his head, looking at Lin Qiye with a complex expression, as if he were looking at a monster.

“I thought you were just talented in the way of the cowherd, but it turns out your secrets run deeper than I imagined…”

As Uncle Kyoji spoke, he extended his palm towards Lin Qiye.

“What do you want?” Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow.

Uncle Kyoji’s mouth twitched slightly, “Give me back the sword! I only drew it for you; I never said it was a gift…”

Lin Qiye clicked his tongue, seemingly reluctant.

“…” Uncle Kyoji sighed, “Don’t worry, I need these two swords for something. Once I’m done, I’ll give them both to you, okay?”

“Deal.”

Lin Qiye returned the “Misty Eye” and “Black Rope” to Uncle Kyoji.

Uncle Kyoji hung the two swords back at his waist, looked at Lin Qiye for a long time, as if he had made some decision, and slowly spoke:

“Qian Yu, there’s something I want to ask of you…”

…

Raindrops pattered on the road, splashing up little droplets. Amamiya Haruki weakly leaned against the wall and slowly sat down.

At this moment, his white hair had returned to black, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded. He sheathed the “Rain Collapse” in his hand, supporting himself on the ground, gasping for breath.

He had exhausted too much of his lifespan, to the point that after his hair returned to black, some gray had already appeared at his temples, and his face looked extremely haggard.

With that one strike, he had cleaved the Yellow Robe Oracle into two, and the paper crane had knocked out everyone around. Within this area, there was no one left for the Yellow Robe Oracle to transfer to…

If all went well, he had successfully killed the Yellow Robe Oracle.

“Brother Amamiya.”

Yuzuriha Rin sheathed her “Thousand Cranes” and quickly ran to Amamiya Haruki’s side, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you hurt? Should I call for help…”

Just as she was halfway through her sentence, Yuzuriha Rin seemed to see something and froze in place.

On the display screen at the corner of the street, her photo drawing the sword was neatly placed in the center, a bright yellow warning bar spinning around her, appearing particularly conspicuous under the neon lights. Above her head, the words “Villain” were prominently highlighted in red.

“Level: ‘Fierce Ghost’ Wanted Criminal, Yuzuriha Rin, Reward…”

That’s right…

Now she, like Amamiya Haruki, was also a “Fierce Ghost” level wanted criminal.

Wanted criminals calling for an ambulance would only attract heavily armed vehicles and a large number of police…

Yuzuriha Rin silently stared at her wanted notice in the distance, her lips slightly pursed, a wave of bitterness rising in her heart.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired,” Amamiya Haruki said weakly, looking down.

Vroom—!!

A low engine sound came from afar. Yuzuriha Rin turned to look, and saw a black sedan speeding towards the end of the street, its bright headlights piercing through the dark night, causing Yuzuriha Rin to squint.

Instinctively, she gripped the hilt of her sword, stood up, and positioned herself in front of the fallen Amamiya Haruki, her eyes filled with determination and stubbornness.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop in front of her, and three figures stepped out of the car. Upon seeing their faces, Yuzuriha Rin’s body trembled, and tears uncontrollably welled up in the corners of her eyes.

“Brother Qiye!”

Yuzuriha Rin flew into Lin Qiye’s arms, holding him tightly, her eyes red, like a child who had suffered great injustice.

Lin Qiye noticed the white long sword in her hand, first taken aback, then turned to look at Uncle Kyoji behind him, whose face showed a bitter expression.

“After you all left, Xiao Jin and I were constantly being chased by the Oracle. Brother Amamiya came but got hurt… Where have you all been?” Yuzuriha Rin buried her head in Lin Qiye’s embrace, speaking in a muffled voice.

Lin Qiye gently stroked her head and sighed deeply.

“I think… you should ask your father about these matters yourself.”

Yuzuriha Rin was taken aback. She slowly raised her head, her red eyes looking towards Uncle Kyoji, who stood not far away…