Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 82: The Cold Moon Treasure Blade

Third floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

Swords and blades were stored in cases. Under the smiling gaze of a manager on the opposite side, Aizen reached into one of the cases and picked up a treasure blade.

With a seventh-tier superior Curtana Sword, an eighth-tier superior Flying Scale Blade, and an additional 2,000 taels of silver—practically spending all his wealth—Aizen finally obtained the blade in his hands.

The blade was 4.7 feet long, and the hilt was inlaid with gold and silver in the shape of a crescent moon. This blade was called the Cold Moon Treasure Blade .

With a focused mind, the specific details of the blade appeared in Aizen’s consciousness through the system:

"Cold Moon Treasure Blade : Sixth-tier inferior grade. Evaluation: Capable of slicing through several layers of iron armor in one strike, extraordinarily sharp and fierce. The blade’s chilling gleam resembles the cold moon, and when just half a foot of the blade is exposed, it emits a chilling blue light."

Aizen moved his hand slightly, gripping the hilt of the blade. The handle felt exceptionally comfortable, and the crescent moon shape on the hilt emitted a piercing cold gleam.

Even the hilt could be used to harm someone.

Applying light pressure, a faint, pleasing sound of the blade rubbing against its scabbard echoed as it emerged.

When the blade was exposed, its chilling gleam was evident. As he drew out half a foot, a cold blue light shot out, resembling moonlight’s chill.

"Swish!"

Aizen drew the entire blade, and the room seemed to brighten with the blade’s chilling glow.

The thin blade curved at the tip, with a crescent-shaped notch resembling the moon. This design allowed for both bloodletting and trapping enemy weapons, serving two purposes with precision.

"Are you satisfied with this blade, Senior Brother?"

The manager bowed and asked with a flattering smile.

Aizen didn’t respond but pressed his lips together in silence. The gleam in his eyes, however, revealed his satisfaction.

Sheathing the blade, Aizen turned and left.

Since learning the Demonic Blade Slash, Aizen had yet to use it in combat.

If mastered to the level of Perfection, this technique could pave the way for learning higher-tier techniques like the Demonic Blade Technique, a sixth-tier blade technique.

However, with his current skill level, it would be unwise to use the blade in combat. His lack of experience would likely reveal flaws to his opponent, leaving him vulnerable.

The blade had to be practiced—thoroughly.

Previously, when he killed Gormak, he had obtained a basic blade technique.

Although Aizen had learned this basic technique, much like the Demonic Blade Slash, its proficiency remained stagnant at 5%, never improving.

Now that he had decided to transition to blade techniques, he needed to strengthen his foundations.

On the first floor, Aizen purchased a standard iron-wood blade before leaving the Treasure Pavilion and heading back to Viggo’s residence.

To acquire the Cold Moon Treasure Blade, Aizen had spent nearly all his money.

He hadn’t brought much silver when he descended the mountain. The 2,000 taels came from silver notes he looted after killing Marco Crowley , combined with spoils from other people who had fallen at his hands.

For the average Magus wanderer, let alone 2,000 taels, even producing 200 taels would mean bankrupting themselves. Few could afford to purchase such high-quality weapons.

Aizen, a ruthless individual who profited from the dead, was undoubtedly an exception.

Returning to Viggo, Aizen was prepared to "bleed" financially again.

To quickly master blade techniques, simply practicing basic forms step-by-step would take too long. Sparring with experts was also impractical—no one would willingly act as his training partner. As for using his rudimentary blade skills in life-or-death combat, that was nothing short of suicidal.

After much consideration, Aizen resolved to spend money and ask this inner Clan senior to arrange some sparring partners for him.

"You want to practice blade techniques?"

Viggo’s sharp eyes seemed to pierce into Aizen’s hand, focusing on the blade he held.

"That’s the Cold Moon Blade from the Pavilion... Haha, you’ve got some nerve."

He chuckled lightly, showing no particular interest.

To him, a sixth-tier inferior blade might be considered precious to a Sorcery artist in the magus body refining stage, but in his eyes, only fifth-tier spiritual weapons were worth paying attention to.

"One hundred merit points. I can arrange suitable opponents for you," said Viggo, pouring a cup of wine at the table. He spilled the wine into a pond outside the pavilion, where ripples formed, and a group of red koi fish swam over, opening their mouths to gulp the wine before scattering again.

"Deal. Where are they?" asked Aizen, his eyes flashing with anticipation as he agreed immediately.

After completing his mission, Aizen had earned a total of 600 merit points, thanks to Viggo’s additional bonus of one-third. Spending 100 points for suitable sparring partners didn’t seem like a big deal to him.

Aizen was led by a disciple sent by Viggo to the local branch of the Tianxia Society in Triesenberg city.

The branch operated out of a mansion adorned with two large stone Pixiu statues at the gate. The disciple carrying Viggo’s token was granted passage without resistance, walking directly inside.

One of the local leaders quickly greeted them upon hearing of their arrival. After learning the purpose of their visit, the man laughed heartily and assured them it was no problem.

Aizen observed the leader—plump and dressed in a luxurious robe—who displayed no sign of robust energy or vitality. Judging by this, he seemed to be at the mid-magus body refining stage , but likely not the most powerful person in this branch.

However, Aizen wasn’t here to meet the branch leader.

The leader escorted Aizen through the front courtyard and into a winding path that led behind a fake mountain.

Hidden behind the rock formation was an underground prison. The place was damp and poorly lit, with a foul smell lingering in the air.

"Sir, this prison houses traitors and captured enemies of our society. Among them, only two or three have reached the mid-magus body refining stage. The rest are weaker. It’s an ideal place for your blade training," said the leader, bowing and smiling obsequiously.

Aizen nodded slightly as faint sounds of chains rattling and vulgar curses echoed from the darkness below.

His cold gaze shifted to the leader, his snake-like eyes sending a chill down the man’s spine.

"Ah, haha... I won’t disturb your training, sir. I’ll take my leave," the plump leader stammered, forcing a laugh as he quickly excused himself.

Despite being a mid-magus body refining stage Sorcery artist, the leader was fully aware of his own limits. Someone like Aizen, though his cultivation seemed modest, carried an overwhelming murderous aura that marked him as no ordinary man.

To request such a place for blade training, one needed strength and confidence. Without real skill, who would dare?

Once the leader departed and the iron gate above was locked, Aizen continued down the dim staircase.

The crackling sound of torches accompanied him, their flickering orange-red light casting shadows that danced wildly across the stone walls.

Amid the chaotic noises and faint cursing, Aizen’s cold lips curved into a faint smile. His hand tightened around his blade’s hilt, a subtle thirst for blood stirring within him.

At the bottom of the long staircase, Aizen turned a corner to find two rows of steel prison cells. Each cell held one or more individuals, all shackled in iron chains.

The prisoners were filthy, their clothes tattered, their appearances ghastly—like specters of torment.

But today, these ghosts would meet someone more ruthless than themselves.

To Aizen, they were destined to become mere whetstones for his blade. After serving their purpose, their fates would be sealed—offering their lives to his growing mastery.