This Honkai: Star Rail is way too Minecraft!

"Master Fu Zhu, please grant me your instruction! Although the Great Diviner predicted that I would lose badly if I challenged you, I will prove to her that prophecies are not always true! Victory and defeat should not be decided by prophecy, but by the sword in my hand!"

Yanqing's face was alight with fighting spirit and brimming with confidence, a stark contrast to his previous humble demeanor.

Fu Zhu glanced sideways at the blade in his hand. The only reason Yanqing would change so drastically had to be that sword.

Suiyang... it seems they're not just some roadside flies. They can actually bewitch people.

Fu Zhu drew the Demon Blade "Hiruko" from its sheath, slinging the scabbard over his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow at Yanqing and asked again, "Yanqing, your mind has been bewitched by that sword. I'll say it one last time: give it to me. I don't want to fight you."

Fu Zhu's words had no effect whatsoever, instead only fanning the flames of battle in Yanqing's heart.

"Master Fu Zhu, are you afraid? Could it be that you're just a fraud, as Master Rongju said?"

"Afraid? A fraud?"

Fu Zhu's eyes narrowed. He raised his own Demon Blade "Hiruko" and pointed it directly at Yanqing. "Are you done? Because if you are, I'm about to start illuminating a thousand rivers."

"I ask for your instruction!"

Yanqing lifted his spirit sword and charged straight at Fu Zhu. But the moment he took his first step, dozens of pale blue, crescent-shaped arcs of sword energy materialized before him, rushing straight for his face. They were so fast that in the blink of an eye, they were already upon him.

Yanqing was shocked. He hastily changed his stance, shifting from offense to defense, and raised his spirit sword horizontally before him.

The dozens of sword arcs struck him in a flash. After barely managing to block four or five of them, he was sent flying, his body covered in a layer of frost.

Yanqing crashed heavily to the ground. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to lift his head and look toward Fu Zhu's position. But all he could see was a countless torrent of sword energy still speeding toward him.

The Suiyang, Rongju, attached to Yanqing's spirit sword, cried out in alarm. How is this possible?! Does this man not need to channel his energy? To unleash such an attack continuously... is his power truly inexhaustible?!

Yanqing didn't answer Rongju. Instead, he quickly rolled to the side to dodge. Yet, the moment he dodged, Fu Zhu unleashed another relentless barrage of sword energy in his direction.

Watching Yanqing scramble desperately from the onslaught, Fu Zhu couldn't help but sigh. "Spamming 'Illuminating a Thousand Rivers' is great for a while, but spamming it forever is even better."

He was not Jingliu. This sword skill was replicated onto his Demon Blade "Hiruko," and it didn't consume his own energy at all. Furthermore, the SlashBlade mod's skills required no channeling. All he had to do was use them crazily.

He had to admit, Jingliu's sword skills were truly useful. He could just keep launching sword beams from a distance without ever needing to get close.

After suppressing Yanqing with sword energy for a while, Fu Zhu spotted a moment of stiffness in his dodge and threw an Ender Pearl directly toward that spot.

Before Yanqing could even react, Fu Zhu teleported to his side and snatched the spirit sword from his hand.

Seeing Fu Zhu grab for his spirit sword, Yanqing instinctively exerted force, trying to break Fu Zhu's grip. But with just a slight twist from Fu Zhu, the spirit sword was wrenched from his grasp.

"You can't even protect your own sword. What makes you think you can challenge me, Yanqing?"

Fu Zhu casually swung the captured sword a few times, then, with his other hand, flicked Yanqing hard on the forehead, sending him tumbling to the ground.

In an instant, a large welt swelled up on Yanqing's forehead. The sharp pain cleared his eyes considerably.

"Master Fu Zhu..."

Seeing that he seemed to have returned to his senses, Fu Zhu rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I actually preferred you when you were acting all arrogant and untamed. How about you go back to that, and we can have another round?"

Yanqing's eyes dimmed as he lowered his head and shook it. "No... Yanqing has lost. I lost completely."

He never imagined the gap between him and Master Fu Zhu was so vast. He didn't even get a chance to display the new sword techniques he had recently learned, and he couldn't even hold onto his own sword.

What right did he have to call himself a swordsman?

At that moment, Rongju, held in Fu Zhu's hand, was stunned by his martial prowess. It couldn't help but ask, "You clearly don't have a single callus on your hands, so how can you possess such exquisite skill? And your sword technique... it seems familiar..."

Fu Zhu suddenly heard a voice in his mind and immediately realized it was the sword possessed by the Suiyang causing trouble. He held it up to eye level.

"So you're the one who turned my little disciple into this, aren't you? Even though I'm angry that he was so easily bewitched, he is still my disciple. Now, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Rongju instantly panicked. Although its Suiyang race had no physical form, a powerhouse of Fu Zhu's caliber definitely had ways to eradicate it. It didn't want to dissipate into the cosmos so soon.

"Wait, brave warrior! My name is Rongju! I have existed for centuries and have mastered a sea of sword techniques! If we join forces, I can surely forge you into the strongest swordsman in the universe!"

"Oh?" Fu Zhu's interest was piqued, not by the promise of becoming the strongest, but by the "sea of sword techniques" Rongju mentioned.

Fu Zhu thought for a moment, then took a spare [Wooden Puppet] from his inventory. He spoke to Rongju, "Possess this sword of mine, then go and break it. Otherwise, I'll break you."

Rongju really wanted to ask why, but when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. It could only obediently leave the spirit sword and possess the [Wooden Puppet].

Fu Zhu let go of the [Wooden Puppet], allowing Rongju to control it and start hacking away at a nearby practice dummy. As long as it was within his line of sight, Fu Zhu wasn't worried about it escaping. He then turned his attention to Yanqing, who was still sitting on the ground with his head down, not saying a word.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing over there?"

Yanqing looked up, his expression pained. "Master Fu Zhu... Yanqing is a little lost..."

Fu Zhu slapped him on the back of the head.

"Ow! Master Fu Zhu, what are you doing?"

A smirk on his face, Fu Zhu crossed his arms and looked down at him. "Lost? That's because you're idle!"

"Huh?"

Yanqing was a little confused. He knew that many swordsmen felt lost at times, but what did that have to do with being idle?

Fu Zhu casually tossed the spirit sword back to him, then nudged Yanqing's rear with his foot, urging him, "Get up! Now!"

Yanqing immediately scrambled to his feet and stood ramrod straight before Fu Zhu.

"Go. Swing your sword over there, and don't stop until you pass out. Feeling lost at your age? You're just idle! You're so young, you still have so much room for improvement, and you're already feeling lost!"

"Yes, Master Fu Zhu."

Although Yanqing didn't quite understand, he obediently began swinging his sword as Fu Zhu instructed.

Fu Zhu, meanwhile, took out his phone and called Jing Yuan.

"Hey, Jing Yuan. What's the deal with these Suiyang things?"