Sword Spirit Warrior, Yet a Succubus【Two-in-One】

When Lu Chen hurried back to the valley, disaster had already struck.

A deafening crash, dust billowing into the air.

The good news: the wrecked spaceship hadn’t exploded.

The bad news: it had crashed directly onto the valley where Lu Chen’s flying RV was parked.

Half the mountaintop was sheared away, triggering a landslide—rocks and debris tumbled down in a torrent…

Lu Chen had remotely activated the RV’s emergency lift-off with his wristband. Unfortunately, it was, after all, just an RV—laden with equipment, underpowered, and sluggish to start. It had barely lifted off before being smashed down by the rolling stones, then buried under the collapsing mountain.

Arriving at the scene, Lu Chen was stunned, hastily calling out to the vehicle’s control system.

“Xiao Ai, start the engines and break free!”

But Xiao Ai no longer responded.

Lu Chen’s heart broke.

This RV was the fruit of three years’ labor—not only costly, but filled with spare parts, meant to be assembled into a long-range cruiser someday!

At least, if he dug it out and repaired it, it might still be usable.

For now, Lu Chen didn’t immediately begin excavation. Instead, he ran to the mountaintop.

He intended to demand compensation from the crashed ship—if there were survivors.

It would be even better if there weren’t.

He could dismantle the long-range ship and surely make more money! Besides, the structure and hull strength of a long-range vessel far surpassed that of a flyer or short-range ship—remarkably crash-resistant. And with the mountain soil so loose, as long as the engine hadn’t exploded and the spirit pool hadn’t combusted, the ship could still be repaired and put back into service.

“Am I about to set out on an adventure ahead of schedule?” he mused, heading straight for the summit.

As the dust settled, the outline of the spaceship emerged from the collapsed mountain.

It was a modified Fei Ang Di Zhou-class ship!

A long-matrix vessel with two cargo holds mounted on either side.

Thirty-three meters long, the main hull six meters tall, eight meters wide, with two five-meter-wide cargo holds—making the broadest point eighteen meters.

This was almost the smallest size for a civilian-grade long-range cruiser. Anything smaller wouldn’t fit a warp engine or enough spirit pool fuel.

Coincidentally, this Fei Ang Di Zhou-class ship matched the type of warp engine parts Lu Chen had recently found, though its version was even older…

It had already been scrapped, yet it was still running—its crash unsurprising.

Most of its hull was embedded in the mountainside, with the stern jutting out.

The surface coating had burned away, leaving only a charred hull.

One cargo hold had disintegrated and burned in midair.

The other had struck a rock and been knocked loose.

Fortunately, the main structure was intact, with only a few damaged spots venting hot air.

Item identification gave similar information:

[Fei Ang Di Zhou-class long-range ship, produced eighty years ago, thirty-level spirit engine, repeatedly modified with substandard parts, causing engine and circuit mismatch and resulting in crash; engine and both cargo holds scrapped, hull damaged in multiple areas.]

Lu Chen stood atop the engine nozzle, attempting to contact the ship’s crew or AI via radio and spirit net.

No response.

The external hazard guide gave no warning either.

“Did everyone perish?” Lu Chen grew excited.

He immediately piloted his scavenger exosuit, excavating the earth beside the ship, finding the breach where the cargo hold had broken away.

Extending his left hand with the welding blade, he tore the breach into a doorway wide enough for the exosuit to pass through and entered the ship’s aft compartment.

The rear was empty.

Ordinarily, it should store backup spirit pool fuel, spare parts, onboard armor, small shuttles, and so forth…

The atmosphere felt vaguely eerie.

Still, no warnings appeared, emboldening Lu Chen.

His hazard alerts were infallible, always giving him advance notice and time to avoid danger—no accidents, even in emergencies.

In truth, it wasn’t just perfect detection but a kind of prophetic ability!

With such a cheat, Lu Chen could rampage through the universe; yet, by nature, he was cautious and refused to leave his fate entirely to chance.

The scavenger exosuit was too large to proceed further without damaging the ship’s interior.

Lu Chen dismounted, taking a searchlight, laser gun, and a short blade, and continued deeper.

He bypassed the cramped living quarters, arriving at the ship’s cockpit.

Blue arcs crackled, the air thick with burnt odors and medicinal spirits.

Lu Chen switched on the scatter lamp.

He saw, to his surprise, that there was only one person aboard the entire ship.

A woman lay sprawled across the chaotic control panel, her posture mirroring the ship’s—rear end raised—emitting a melodious snore…

No airbags had deployed.

There was a bloody gash on her head.

She was alive—not even unconscious, merely… intoxicated.

“To survive a crash like this with only a bump on the head, and not even wake up?” Lu Chen stepped closer, studying the drunken woman piloting the ship alone.

At her waist hung a five-foot-long sheathed sword and a gourd-shaped flask.

A typical sword-spirit warrior style.

But her attire was utterly casual—a single ponytail, yellow short-sleeved top, black denim shorts, tea-colored glasses knocked aside.

Her skin was pale and delicate, tinged with a rosy flush.

Her figure was tall and voluptuous, full of curves, yet athletic and well-balanced.

Her face was buried in her arms atop the control panel, hiding her features.

Lu Chen only glimpsed a ring-shaped golden earring—plastic—on her left ear.

Only then did Lu Chen realize: her sword was just ordinary iron, her medicinal liquor reeked of industrial alcohol, her clothes were cheap, and her ship was so decrepit even he found it distasteful.

The exosuit’s onboard radar detected her spirit energy at eighteen-level.

However, his treasure-hunter cheat’s item identification gave a different reading.

[Sword-spirit warrior, thirty-eight-level spirit energy, exceptional sword talent, half-succubus constitution, forcibly suppressed with medicinal liquor, hindering her cultivation and sword skills.]

Thirty-eight-level sword-spirit warrior…

Lu Chen instinctively stepped back.

This woman was stronger than even the governor of Jinhu City on Iron Rust Star—she could dominate the planet!

Sword-spirit warriors were said to be the most powerful and dashing among spirit professions.

Dashing, perhaps, was true.

But Lu Chen believed the truly strongest profession was his own: spirit-mechanic, master of the game’s underlying code.

Technology knows no limits.

No matter how strong this sword-spirit woman was, she wasn’t immune to nuclear blasts or laser burns.

Yet, at present, Lu Chen was far from her match.

As for her half-succubus heritage…

A succubus practicing swordsmanship?

Lu Chen recalled succubi were a kind of shadow demon; half-demons weren’t contagious, but once demonized they could be terrifying.

He pondered: since there was no hazard warning, he decided to try seeking compensation from her.

“Senior… please wake up!”

The woman rolled over, murmuring incoherently, then continued sleeping.

Lu Chen, helpless, prepared to leave the ship and excavate his RV, planning to wait until she awoke.

Just as he was about to go, the woman suddenly said,

“Senior?”

She jolted upright, sat cross-legged atop the control panel, instinctively grabbed her flask to drink, only to find it empty.

She finally looked up at Lu Chen.

“Do I look that old?”

Lu Chen finally saw her face.

Around twenty, not yet thirty.

Her features were sharp yet graceful, sword-like brows and starry eyes with a shimmering glow, the faint traces of liquor in her gaze mingled with bold sword energy, her face slightly flushed, pale as moonlight tinged with rose.

Her ample chest stretched the pale yellow shirt, revealing glimpses of snowy contours, fragrant valleys of sweat…

Combined with her tall, athletic build and intoxicated swordswoman demeanor, she seemed languid, relaxed, and commanding.

Lu Chen admitted… she was a beauty.

No wonder, half succubus.

Of course, Lu Chen had crafted himself as a strikingly handsome youth, and he was even younger.

“Compared to my nineteen years, you are rather old.”

The woman suddenly drew her sword, startling Lu Chen.

But she merely used the blade as a mirror, glanced at the handsome youth before her, and said nothing more.

“Who are you, and where am I?”

Lu Chen calmly answered,

“This is Iron Rust Star. Your ship crashed, damaging my RV. Waking you was to negotiate compensation.”

“Where’s Iron Rust Star?”

“The Dawn Star Sector, under the Empire’s secondary alliance jurisdiction, Blue Valley system, eighth planet.”

The woman was dumbfounded.

“The Tide Star Sector? I’ve flown out of the Pangu Corridor already? What a rotten ship—always going astray!”

Lu Chen replied coolly,

“Even autopilot owes compensation.”

“I told you, I can’t pilot a ship. It crashed on its own—you should seek compensation from the ship.”

“Isn’t it yours?”

“It belongs to the rental company.”

“Then I’ll call the authorities.”

The woman thought for a moment, then said seriously,

“I’d kill any police who bother me.”

Lu Chen shook his head, seeing her threadbare clothes and gear, and temporarily gave up pursuing compensation.

After all, the Star Defense Fleet would soon arrive.

Before leaving, Lu Chen kindly advised,

“Piloting a long-range ship alone is dangerous. This one has no spherical airbags, and you were drunk. If you’d crashed on a rocky planet, even a thirty-eight-level sword-spirit like you would have perished.”

The woman was startled, murmuring,

“Oh, I’ve returned to thirty-eight-level? I’d forgotten—thought I’d dropped to eighteen… By the way, how did you, a ninth-grade spirit-mechanic, see through it?”

“Intuition.”

With that, Lu Chen turned and left, piloting his exosuit away.

He returned to the valley and began excavating his RV from the ruins.

Digging…

Once finished, he started repairs.

Welding the hull, dismantling the engine, replacing parts; lacking parts, he had to machine new ones, engrave spirit patterns…

The hardest part was the engraving.

Lu Chen’s spirit level was only nine, while a civilian RV required at least ten.

Relying solely on his own spirit energy made the process laborious.

Using a high-grade spirit-engraving knife with its own energy compromised precision.

Lu Chen set up a workbench outside, illuminated by shadowless lamps, donned high-magnification glasses, and wielded a sharp engraving knife.

He breathed evenly, focused his energy sea, channeled ninth-level spirit power through his meridians, gathering it at his fingertips, forcing the tenth-level knife to work.

Gentle spirit energy sparked from his fingertips, lighting up the blade’s patterns, manually engraving new components.

Time ticked away, minute by minute.

At some point, the woman had followed him out, sitting cross-legged on a nearby boulder, silently watching Lu Chen from afar.

Uncertain how long had passed.

The Star Defense Fleet finally arrived, surrounding the crashed ship atop the mountain, their loudspeakers blaring.

The woman casually drew her sword.

A blade of sword energy slashed out, cleaving the mountaintop in one sweep.

The ringing sword cry drowned out the Star Defense Fleet’s loudspeakers.

“Get lost!”

The fleet scattered in terror, not daring to utter a word; patrol boats lifted off urgently, turned course, and fled the surface.

The Dawn Star Sector was near the entrance to the “Interstellar Adventurer’s Paradise,” the Pangu Corridor, teeming with adventurers and infamous pirates.

A crashed low-grade long-range ship hardly warranted risking their lives.

Lu Chen stayed calm, never once glancing at the woman.

He thought: I’m doomed, I’ve caught this sword-demon’s attention…

He kept his head down, working on his RV until dawn, slower than usual.

Yet in the woman’s eyes, he was a genius among geniuses.

She didn’t understand the technical details, but the resources this youth had scavenged far exceeded the limits of a spirit nine-level cultivator.

His composure was nothing like a young man’s—not swayed by her presence or danger!

Always preferring to adventure alone, she suddenly spoke,

“What’s your name?”

Lu Chen wiped his brow,

“Lu Chen.”

The woman crossed her arms and declared,

“I’m Gloria, an interstellar pir—cough, adventurer. I’m not well-versed in spirit-mechanics, but you seem talented. Interested in joining me for an expedition?”

Lu Chen preferred to choose his own companions, especially for adventures—trust and character were essential.

Her sword skills were strong, but she lacked discipline—not an ideal teammate.

“Sorry, not interested.”

The woman assumed Lu Chen feared interstellar adventure,

“As you saw, I’m a sword master—I’ll protect you.”

Lu Chen shook his head.

“You can’t even protect yourself.”

The woman considered this, then said,

“How about this: if you can repair my ship, I’ll give it to you as compensation.

You’ll be the captain, provided you bring me along for an adventure to the Pangu Corridor… It’s because I lack a spirit-mechanic teammate like you that my fortunes have been poor.”

Lu Chen paused, then asked,

“Didn’t you say the ship wasn’t yours?”

She grinned slyly,

“I stole it, so it’s not technically mine, but I can decide its fate.”

Lu Chen was speechless,

“Interstellar adventure is dangerous. The Adventurer’s Association recommends a minimum team of three for long-range expeditions. We’re short one, and my spirit level is only nine—not enough for tenth-level constitution.”

The woman laughed carelessly,

“You’re just short on resources. Staying on this barren planet won’t get you anywhere. Join me, we’ll split profits fifty-fifty; with money, you’ll quickly reach tenth-level.

Plus, I actually have another good teammate waiting for me in the early Pangu Corridor.

Three’s a party—if not now, when?”

Lu Chen doubted her words, so he asked,

“Oh? Describe your teammate.”

She paused, scratched her head, and smiled broadly.

“Tell me—what kind of teammate do you like?”

“Beastgirl loli, white fur, red eyes, that sort of thing.”

Lu Chen replied instinctively.

The woman threw back her head and laughed,

“You really are an otaku! I like that too… Our teammate is just like that.”

Lu Chen considered seriously.

As a teammate, the woman was strong.

Her terms were generous.

The hazard guide had never issued a warning, suggesting she was not malicious…

Besides, apart from his technical skills, he had nothing a thirty-eight-level sword-spirit would covet—even if she possessed succubus blood, she wouldn’t crave his body.

And she suppressed her succubus heritage.

To adventure and hunt treasures, combat prowess alone wasn’t enough—she truly needed a spirit-mechanic.

Thinking this, Lu Chen tentatively proposed,

“How about this: I’ll repair your ship, you pay me one hundred spirit stones as compensation and for repairs, then I’ll consider whether to join your team. Deal?”

“It’s a promise!”

She winked and smiled, then left.

Lu Chen piloted his exosuit, welding the ship’s hull while pondering her reliability.

An hour and a half later.

The eastern sky was ablaze with red.

Suddenly!

A clatter—a bag of spirit stones landed atop the ship.

The woman, in a black knight’s outfit and stylish goggles, riding a scavenger-painted flying motorbike, appeared before Lu Chen once more.

“One hundred spirit stones. We set sail today!”