Chapter 1441: Chapter 60: My Disciple Wang Ruobing! Possessing the Stature of a True Demon (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3

“I spit!” the Blood Demon Cloak said irritably, “I am a Demonic Artifact, yet you’re asking me to drink milk, how dare you…”

“Enough,” Wang Shouzhe said sternly, “It seems you are just a self-righteous Artifact Spirit with unclear thoughts. Since you have no intention of abandoning darkness for light, we have no choice but to erase your spiritual intellect. Your Majesty, please take action to suppress it.”

“I…” Emperor Longchang, who was deep in his card game and about to throw a small tantrum, remembered that Wang Shouzhe had just become his creditor again, swiftly swallowed his anger, closed his cards, and unleashed a vast and domineering aura toward the Blood Demon Cloak, “You stupid cloak, can’t you see your place? If Shouzhe tells you to drink milk, just drink it. Do you really think Shouzhe is easy to talk to?”

The Blood Demon Cloak immediately struggled desperately and while struggling, it cried out, “I give in, I give in, isn’t that enough? Without me, this Demonic Artifact’s power will drop by ninety percent, and even if a new Spirit is cultivated, it will take thousands, if not tens of thousands of years to restore its full power. I am one of the strongest defensive Dao-level Items, I’ll switch to drinking milk from now on, alright?”

“No need, your spirit’s malevolent nature is already set, surely it’s a habit hard to break,” said Wang Shouzhe coldly, “If need be, I will just treat it as a Divine Spiritual Treasure, as I have other Dao-level Items anyway.”

During the conversation, Wang Shouzhe also summoned the Precious Shield [Liu Anquan] and [Wang Tank] to witness this scene, serving as a subtle warning.

Liu Anquan wholeheartedly agreed, “Master is wise and powerful; it’s more appropriate to eradicate such irredeemable spirits of Demonic Artifacts.”

“Tank also agrees.” After so many years, the Divine Artifact Shield’s spiritual intellect had grown slightly and could now speak in a childlike tone. Of course, the growth of spiritual intelligence in spirits is slow, and like [Anquan], an old, experienced Precious Shield, who knows how many experiences it had been through to get to this point.

“Little Immortal, take action,” Wang Shouzhe instructed, “Erase the spiritual intelligence of the Blood Demon Cloak and cleanse its blood and malevolent aura.”

“Yes, daddy.” A delicate little girl’s voice rang through the air, and with a shaking of the vast, verdant canopy, layers of Immortal Spirit Qi enveloped the Blood Demon Cloak.

No matter how the Spirit of the Blood Demon Cloak begged or cursed, it was all in vain. Soon, its spiritual intellect was completely erased, and the layers of Immortal Spirit Qi gradually cleansed the bloody and malevolent aura from the cloak.

Days later, the already tattered Blood Demon Cloak lost all its radiance, turning into a ragged beggar’s cloak. However, its leather texture was extremely soft and smooth, and without the bloodiness and malevolence, it felt and looked much more pleasant.

It had now become a Dao-level Item devoid of all energy and spiritual intellect.

Yet at that moment, Wang Lixian continued to nourish it with Immortal Spirit Qi. The tattered cloak, under the nourishment and warmth of the Immortal Spirit Qi, slowly began to mend.

After some time, the cloak fully healed into a complete piece, its drab exterior coated with a layer of milky-white spiritual glow, looking much nicer.

“Ee-yah~” A youthful and feeble spiritual intellect emerged prematurely under the nourishment and catalysis of the Immortal Spirit Qi. The feeble voice was filled with bewilderment and curiosity about the world.

“Ah, what a wonderful feeling,” Wang Lixian exclaimed excitedly, “It feels like I have birthed a child myself.”

“…Little Immortal, you’re still young, don’t speak nonsense,” Wang Shouzhe reprimanded sternly.

“Alright, it feels like dad and mom had another little brother,” Wang Lixian said, “It feels like a boy, let’s name him Wang Zongpi.”

Wang Shouzhe’s face darkened, you already decided on a name in the blink of an eye? Wang Shouzhe coughed and said, “The ‘Zong’ character is too high in generation for him; he’s just been born. An, Ning, Fu, Bao, currently the ‘Bao’ generation is more mainstream. Let’s stick to the ‘Bao’ generation, how about Wang Bao…”

“Wang Baopi? Wang Baofeng?” Wang Lixian said two names in succession, clearly also struggling with naming.

“As he has welcomed new spiritual intellect, I hope he can become an upright and outstanding Dao-level Item, working hard for the prosperity and rise of the Wang family and Human race,” Wang Shouzhe mused, “Let’s name him Wang Baoli then.”

“Wang Baoli? Daddy, that’s a nice name,” Wang Lixian said happily, “Daddy, can I take Baoli with me to Clan School?”

“Isn’t it a bit early for him to attend Clan School?” Wang Shouzhe was slightly taken aback, as he had not considered that an Artifact Spirit might need to attend Clan School.

“It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand; he can learn through constant exposure. I can also tutor him when I have time,” Wang Lixian said earnestly.

“Alright then, Little Immortal, you’ll take care of Baoli,” Wang Shouzhe pondered, “Remember to have someone prepare Spirit Cow Milk; it’s essential to cultivate the habit of drinking milk from a young age.”

After a pause, Wang Shouzhe turned to Wang Tank, who was gradually learning to speak, “Tank, you’re also at the right age now, go to Clan School too. Anquan, accompany him every day to Clan School.”

“Yes, master,” said Liu Anquan, not objecting to this, though he did have some minor grievances in his heart. Although Liu Anquan had always believed in safety first, ever since he had been with his master, life had become too safe.