However, this new world of peace and development in Xiangzhou is exactly to Henry Martinez's taste. In the past, he fought for three years on the battlefield between immortals and demons, slaying countless enemies from demon lords and generals down to the lowest demon soldiers. The sword spirit had already killed more than he could count, and the final apocalyptic battle with the Great Demon Emperor was the culmination of all the essence of combat. Since the dawn of the Jiuzhou Continent, there had probably never been such a spectacular and fierce battle.

Therefore, the sword spirit no longer craved battle, nor did he have any urgent desire to regain the supreme sharpness of his peak. He looked forward more to what old friends like William Thompson had once said: enjoying life.

These four words were quite unfamiliar and novel to him, who had devoted the first half of his life to cultivation and the latter half to slaughter.

Of course, the reconstruction of the Sword World was still absolutely necessary; otherwise, without even the ability to act independently, how could he talk about enjoyment? Fortunately, the reconstruction was going relatively smoothly.

In the sword spirit’s hazy memory, the final battle with the Demon Emperor not only destroyed everything within the Sword World, but also left behind a large amount of highly toxic demonic energy. That demonic energy, produced by the Supreme Divine Emperor, was like a living thing, carving out its own territory and multiplying within the Sword World, wreaking havoc. The sword spirit had thought he would need to spend a great deal of time clearing it out after awakening. However, when he patrolled the Sword World at night, what he saw was a vast, clear new land. Perhaps the countless years of slumber had already digested the poison, or perhaps the Demon Emperor, being at a disadvantage in the final battle, was unwilling to waste precious power in the Sword World and withdrew it early... In any case, the situation was much more optimistic than expected.

With no demonic creatures to hinder him, as long as he had enough materials, the sword spirit could gradually rebuild this barren land into a divine realm beyond the heavens. Of course, this process might be extremely long, but now that the world was at peace and the demons were gone, both the sword spirit and the divine sword’s body were indestructible through countless calamities, so there was no need to rush—he could just take it step by step. Besides, he even had a mount to help with the work.

In fact, without even realizing it herself, Emily Thompson had already played a significant role.

Yesterday afternoon, during their first conversation, Emily Thompson, in her shock, threw a large number of demon-repelling talismans at the Divine Sword from Beyond. Although those talismans were somewhat old and past their prime, the spiritual power within them was still quite vibrant, making them a great boon for the Sword World during its reconstruction. Henry Martinez immediately devoured all the talismans, using their power to construct the first small formation within the Sword World.

A gentle breeze wafted through.

Although it was just a trivial basic formation, only capable of providing basic purification, from then on the Divine Sword could use the breeze within the formation to cleanse itself, remaining spotless—a matter of utmost importance for a sword spirit with a cleanliness obsession.

Moreover, the purifying power of the gentle breeze could also extend to Emily Thompson, not only removing dust and grime, but also clearing away some simple negative effects—as a proud sword spirit, he also had strict requirements for the hygiene of his own mount.

As for the qualities of Emily Thompson as a mount, in the sword spirit’s view, she was just barely acceptable. Although her strength was as insignificant as a blade of grass, Henry Martinez had no strict requirements in that regard. Her aptitude was not outstanding, but at least she had inherited top-tier bloodlines, and with his wise guidance, her future was promising. She did have some serious shortcomings in comprehension and insight, but they were not beyond remedy; in fact, it gave him a chance to demonstrate his own tolerance and meticulousness. The only problem was that, as a mount, Emily Thompson was a bit lacking in gentleness and obedience—not only did she refuse to call him master, she even gave him the nickname Henry Martinez...

But upon further reflection, it actually had a certain charm, so the sword spirit gladly accepted this new name.

Aside from these issues, having a mount like Emily Thompson brought many conveniences to daily life—for example, she could cook dinner.

As part of enjoying life, Henry Martinez had considerable expectations for Xiangzhou cuisine. Although he was now just a plain weapon, thanks to the master-servant contract, he could share Emily Thompson's sense of taste. As long as the girl ate well, he could enjoy it too, and once he regained some strength, he could even absorb the essence of delicious food on his own, without having to go through Emily Thompson.

...

That night, after finishing her entanglement with the sword spirit, Emily Thompson went to the kitchen alone and soon prepared a table of food.

Henry Martinez took one look and immediately sensed something was wrong.

A bowl of coarse wheat buns, a large bowl of vegetable and radish soup, a small plate of dark purple pickles, a cup of plain tea, and a small basket of raw vegetables... that was the entirety of dinner.

Stunned for a moment, Henry Martinez comforted himself: No problem, no problem, Olivia Harris often says that true culinary skill is revealed in simplicity. Since this mount dares to make dinner look like animal feed, there must be some extraordinary secret within!

While comforting himself, Henry Martinez stared in shock as Emily Thompson grabbed a bun with her left hand, picked up a piece of radish from the soup with her right, and was about to put it in her mouth...

Henry Martinez couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop!”

Emily Thompson was so startled she almost dropped the bun: “What are you doing!?”

“I should be asking you what you’re doing!”

Emily Thompson was baffled: “Haven’t you ever seen someone eat dinner?”

Henry Martinez said angrily, “If you’re going to eat, then eat—but you’re eating carrots too!?”