Lin Wu was shocked hearing Shirong say that he was an immortal weapon but then he thought for a bit and understood why it was so.

'Seems like my acting was too much for him, and he thinks I'm an immortal weapon now. Still, this is good for me, now I can be even more overbearing and that guy will just think it's because I'm an immortal weapon.' Lin Wu thought to himself.

Lin Wu kept on observing as he wanted to see what other stuff Shirong would say as the more he knew the more he would learn about his limits. If he knew the maximum limit of the stuff he could do, it meant that he could leech off from Shirong that much.

'If the ancestor finds out about this spear, there is no way that I'll ever get to see it again. There is not a single immortal weapon in this world, as for the pseudo immortal weapon even the ancestor only has one that has not seen the light of the day for the past four hundred years.' Shirong thought.

He continued thinking over what to do while his eyes turned bloodshot and his fists became strained. Shirong was under great pressure right now. He had too many things to consider and even more variable to analyze. If he took even a single wrong step, all he had done till now would go to waste.

"I cannot go back to the clan… At least not until I figure out more about the spear and learn how to use it. If it is truly sealed, then I need to find out how to awaken it and unlock its true potential. If I can make the spear truly mine, then this entire empire… no this entire world will be mine!" Shirong uttered with fervor.

Lin Wu was hearing what Shirong was saying and his last sentence had surprised him a bit.

"Whoa! Straight to world domination, huh? Spoken like a true villain…" Lin Wu chuckled.

'But this opens up a lot of avenues for me. A sealed weapon, huh… And he wants to 'awaken' me?' Lin Wu thought to himself.

Seeing that Shirong had gone silent and was still thinking over his plan, Lin Wu decided to test something out.

"Since you want to awaken me, then that's what you'll get!" Lin Wu declared.

He then consulted a few things with the system and formulated a new plan, one that would match with his 'new' identity of an Immortal weapon. After asking the system a few questions, Lin Wu checked the viability of the plan and then initiated it.

Shirong was engrossed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard a voice in his mind. He missed what he said due to not focusing on it, but it did break him out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what was that?" Shirong muttered.

"Qi" The voice said faintly.

"What?" Shirong spoke, feeling confused as he could barely hear what it was saying.

"Qi…" the voice spoke again, this time a bit louder.

"Qi?" Shirong could grasp what the voice was saying but was still confused about its intent.

"Give…" The voice added.

"Give?" Shirong muttered after the voice.

"GIVE ME QI!" This time the voice thundered.

~Thud~

~Thunk~

Shirong was startled by the loud sound and fell back due to being shocked. Blood drained from his face and it became a pale white, similar to how it was before. But this time it was not due to being injured, no it was because he was simply shocked by the power contained in the voice.

The voice that he heard in his head was… inhuman. It did not seem to belong to a beast either, it was simply… unnatural. So much so that hearing it again made goosebumps appeared on his body and a chill to go down his spine.

But due to this, Shirong did realize who the voice belonged to… or rather what. He closed his eyes and focused on his spatial storage ring, only to find the green crystal spear humming and glowing inside it.

"The spear! It wants Qi!" Shirong muttered, coming to terms with the situation.

He actually hesitated for a bit before gritting his teeth and withdrawing the spear from the ring. As soon as he held it in his hand, he felt it.

"The spear… it's hungry?" he said before starting to pour his spirit qi into the spear.

Shirong felt a sucking force arising from the spear, and soon his spirit qi started to be drained at a great pace.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Thirty minutes…

An entire thirty minutes passed, after which Shirong was utterly drained and was now unwilling to give the spear anymore of his spirit qi. While the speed of its absorption was not as fast as it was back when it first absorbed his, Ye Dai and Bei Wen's spirit qi, it was still quite a lot.

Finally, unable to hold on anymore, he let go of the spear and let it fall to the floor.

~Thunk~

~Crack~

Thankfully, the floor was made up of high quality wood and was able to bear the immense weight of the spear, or a crack would have not been the only thing to happen to it.

Shirong looked into his dantian and saw the condition of his core. All of the spirit qi that he had recuperated today had been sucked by the spear. His heart ached with regret, but he knew that there wasn't much he could do.

He was the one who had chosen to take the spear and now if he wanted to keep it he had to pay the price that would come with it.

"Hahaha!" Shirong suddenly started laughing.

"I knew the price for wielding an immortal weapon would not be less, but this… I'll take it!" He declared.

"You want Qi, right? Then I'll give you as much as you want. There are plenty of cultivators here, anyway." Shirong stated before looking at the spear, which glowed for a moment, as if answering him.