Chapter 11: Too Many Swords, Naming Them is a Pain

“Are you three years old?”

“What?” Lin Qingyue was stunned for a moment.

Ye Jingxian replied, “Only a three-year-old child needs a babysitter.”

Ye Jingxian, this dog, is actually taking advantage of me, Lin Qingyue thought. If he wants to act like my father, I have no problem acting like his grandfather.

“I’m going to find Shizun.”

Lin Qingyue turned to leave immediately, but Ye Jingxian frowned. “Haven’t you been weaned yet? Running to Shizun for every little thing.”

Lin Qingyue looked back and glared at him, lifting his chin defiantly. “Shizun said that if anyone at Guizang Peak bullies me, I should tell him.”

Ye Jingxian: “…”

Lin Qingyue turned around, intending to go find Ye Zhanxiu.

“Junior Brother Lin, if Eldest Senior Brother isn’t available, I can help. I happen to have plenty of time right now.”

Cheng Hui, whom Lin Qingyue had previously ignored, appeared in front of him, smiling with narrowed eyes.

Being stared at by a venomous snake made Lin Qingyue uncomfortable all over. “No need. Suddenly, I don’t want to learn anymore.”

Cheng Hui asked, “Fifth Junior Brother, do you have some issue with your Third Senior Brother?”

Lin Qingyue furrowed his brows. “Third Senior Brother, what are you saying? I don’t understand. Could it be that you’ve taken a fancy to my flying artifact? If you really want it, Junior Brother will give it to you.”

He handed the flying artifact toward Cheng Hui. Seeing that the other didn’t take it, Lin Qingyue spoke up again, “It’s okay, you take it.”

Cheng Hui: “I don’t want your flying artifact.”

Lin Qingyue insisted, “It’s fine, take it. Junior Brother is willing to give it to you. Third Senior Brother, don’t worry, I won’t go back on my word.”

Now it was Cheng Hui’s turn to frown. “What nonsense are you spouting? I am a Golden Core cultivator; what would I do with your flying artifact?”

“So Senior Brother looks down on Junior Brother’s flying artifact? That’s understandable. Forget it then.”

Lin Qingyue looked visibly disappointed. Cheng Hui’s expression turned ugly; he didn’t want to talk to him anymore. “I’m going to cultivate.”

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“Third Senior Brother, you are truly hardworking. I must learn from you in the future.”

Facing Lin Qingyue’s adoring gaze, Cheng Hui rejected him once again.

Lin Qingyue looked pitiful and disappointed, but his eyes were full of unconcealed cunning.

Hmph, acting like a psycho in front of me? I can be even crazier and more unhinged than you.

Having his mood ruined, Lin Qingyue didn’t want to test the flying artifact anymore and decided to do something significant instead.

That was: giving his precious swords some domineering names.

“Ahem, ahem!”

He coughed lightly twice and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the pile. “All of you, line up. We’ll go one by one. I’ll pick a name, and whoever wants it, step forward.”

“Wait (Dengdeng). Who likes this name?”

Several swords lunged forward. Lin Qingyue saw there was more than one.

“Alright, ‘Wait’ will be your name from now on.”

He pointed to the first sword that had rushed to him and set it aside.

“Next. ‘Fellow Daoist, Please Wait’!”

The pile of swords remained motionless. He had to continue, “No sword likes that one?”

“Then, how about ‘Spare Me’ (Rao Wo Yi Ming)? Who wants this name?”

He called out two names in a row, but no sword was willing. Lin Qingyue continued to shout, “Sword, Come (Jian Lai)!”

Swish, swish, swish. Several swords rushed forward, nearly jumping onto his forehead, forcing him to lean back. “‘Little Black Sword’, this name is yours.”

“The rest of you, back off.” He set the heavy, pitch-black sword aside and continued naming.

“Senior, Stop.”

“Bro, You Smell Nice.”

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“Careful Behind You.”

“I Have No Money.”

There were too many swords. Naming them was a difficult problem for Lin Qingyue; he racked his brains and still couldn’t finish, and to make matters worse, some swords disliked the names for being ugly.

He pulled a long face and lectured them, “Listen to me, naming takes a lot of brainpower, so no being picky. If I can’t think of any, you’ll just be nameless.”

Seeing them finally settle down, Lin Qingyue continued. “‘Ami’ (Amitabha).”

“Scoundrel, Die.”

“I Quit.”

“Wait, Little Junior Brother, this…”

Luo You and Wen Hongyu saw that his names were becoming increasingly outrageous. Just as they spoke, a sword began to wobble and fly up from the platform, scaring them into shutting their mouths immediately.

Lin Qingyue looked up, his fair and tender face full of confusion. “Second Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Brother, what’s wrong?”

Wen Hongyu pointed at the sword in front of him. “You’re giving your swords these names?”

Luo You stood beside her and nodded. “Little Junior Brother, isn’t this a bit too hasty? They don’t really sound like sword names. Everyone usually picks pleasant-sounding names.”

Lin Qingyue looked at his honest, large-chested, muscular Senior Brother. “Senior Brother, you don’t understand.”

Luo You: “???”

“Is there some deeper meaning behind this?”

Luo You asked in confusion, and Ye Jingxian also looked over at them.

Lin Qingyue let out a mischievous laugh, baring his shining white teeth, and said innocently, “Because they are easy to remember!”

There was indeed nothing wrong with that logic. These sword names that didn’t sound like names were certainly unique and memorable.

Hearing this, Wen Hongyu also felt they were easy to remember, and it wasn’t as if there weren’t any good-sounding swords among them.

“‘Don’t Strike Yet’ (Xian Bie Dong Shou)… this name is actually quite good,” she praised casually, looking at a sword he had just named.

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“Senior Sister has good taste.”

Lin Qingyue’s eyes lit up, eager to explain it to her. “Senior Sister, this name isn’t just catchy and pleasant; it also gives you the upper hand in a fight.”

Luo You: “What kind of upper hand?”

Wen Hongyu looked at the sword named ‘Don’t Strike Yet’. It was light overall with a thin blade; if it were to strike, it could indeed injure people very quickly.

Lin Qingyue coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and picked up the ‘Don’t Strike Yet’ sword. “If I really get into a fight, I’ll just shout loudly, ‘Don’t strike yet!'”

Wen Hongyu and Luo You didn’t react immediately, and the atmosphere solidified for a moment. Ye Jingxian suddenly spoke up.

“Catching them off guard to gain the initiative. When he shouts, the sword has already been launched. The opponent loses the first move.”

The two of them suddenly realized the brilliance of it. Wen Hongyu rested her chin on her hand and actually felt it made some sense.

“Then, what about the ‘Wu Ta’ (Nothing Special) sword?”

Lin Qingyue explained, “The reason this sword is called Wu Ta is, of course, because after winning, Junior Brother needs to say a line to the fellow Daoist on the other side.”

Luo You: “What line?”

“Nothing special, simply muscle memory (Wu ta, wei shou shu er).” [1]

Lin Qingyue gestured with the sword, raised his chin, and raised an eyebrow.

“Hmph, crooked paths and evil ways. If you can win, you win; if you can’t, you can’t. How is it possible to win a match relying on a sword name?”

Cheng Hui, who had originally walked away, came back and retorted.

Ye Jingxian glanced at Cheng Hui. “He has many swords.”

Lin Qingyue lifted his chin, incredibly smug. “That’s right, I have many swords. If one can’t win, I’ll use two. If two won’t do, I’ll use three.”

Seeing the two at odds, Wen Hongyu spoke up, “Little Junior Brother, if that’s the case, couldn’t your sword names be even longer?”

Luo You took out his spirit fruits and shared them with everyone. “Yes, yes, Senior Sister is right.”

Lin Qingyue said, “Senior Sister, that’s a great suggestion.”

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He thought about it carefully. “The next sword will be called ‘That Day The Dao Companion Discovered The Child Wasn’t His, And Then He…'”

Luo You, who was gnawing on a spirit fruit, almost dropped the fruit in his hand. “And then what?”

[1] “Wu ta, wei shou shu er” is a famous line from the story of the Oil Seller, meaning “No other reason (nothing special), just familiar with the hand (practice makes perfect).”