Chapter 67: The Mysterious Sword Spirit
Su Muyao didn’t want to start a conflict with Mei Qingchen, so she said indifferently, “I didn’t say you couldn’t come back.”
Seeing her tense and guarded reaction, Mei Qingchen retracted his imposing aura. He softened his cold tone and explained casually, “You don’t need to be so nervous.”
“These past few days, I found someone to forge the Mystic Spirit Iron into my life-bound sword.”
Saying this, Mei Qingchen took out his sword.
The sword was no longer in its previous dilapidated state. It looked as if it had been reborn; the blade was slender, like a stream of clear water, smooth as a mirror.
The sword radiated a biting energy, seeming to carry endless power.
In the sunlight, it gleamed with a sharp edge. The blade also bore strange runes and emitted a mysterious, unfathomable aura. It made one feel an invisible pressure, inciting a sense of awe toward the weapon.
Looking at the sword, Su Muyao’s expression shifted slightly.
If not for the traces of black energy still lingering on it, this would truly be a world-shocking treasure sword.
No wonder Mei Qingchen cherished it so much.
After a pause, Mei Qingchen said, “Thank you for your Mystic Spirit Iron.”
“This sword still has some aura of darkness invading it. Could I trouble you to repair it fully for me?”
Hearing his words, Su Muyao felt it was extremely bizarre.
Mei Qingchen had taken his medicine, but why would he speak to her in this tone?
She looked up at Mei Qingchen, meeting his cold, beautiful phoenix eyes. The eyes that were once filled with cold hatred were now much more peaceful.
They no longer held that tension of immediate hostility.
Su Muyao scrutinized him with suspicion, becoming even more guarded.
She felt that when things were abnormal, there must be a demon at work.
Mei Qingchen let her look. “How about I come a bit closer so you can look carefully and see if I’m telling the truth?”
Su Muyao snatched the sword and hurriedly took a few steps back. “No need.”
“I’ll fix the sword for you right now.”
Her ability had recovered somewhat over these past few days. She could repair this sword.
Seeing Su Muyao avoiding him like the plague, Mei Qingchen raised the corner of his eye, revealing a faintly seductive and deep expression.
He remembered the shocked look on the blacksmith’s face when he brought the Mystic Spirit Iron and his life-bound sword to be forged.
However, no matter how the man asked, he didn’t mention her.
Why?
He wasn’t sure himself.
His father should have received the letter he sent to the Mei family by now.
He wondered if the prescription actually worked!
When Su Muyao took the sword, she could clearly feel that it was different from before.
The blade was very light, as if it possessed spiritual energy or life, giving it a lively and ethereal feeling.
She didn’t know if it was because she had repaired this sword before, or because the Mystic Spirit Iron came from her Space. Regardless, as she held this life-bound sword now, she actually felt a sense of familiarity.
Su Muyao looked at Mei Qingchen and said, “Just stand there and don’t come closer. Don’t disturb me while I repair this sword.”
Mei Qingchen folded his arms lazily and leaned against the doorframe. “Naturally.”
“Did you think I would do something to you?”
Mei Qingchen said this with a lazy, casual demeanor.
But Su Muyao heard the mockery in his tone. As if her concern was a joke.
After a pause, Mei Qingchen added, “If I didn’t need you to repair this sword, do you think I would be standing here?”
Su Muyao’s face changed color, and she felt a sudden blockage in her chest.
She really wanted to slap him and make him shut up.
But thinking of her current strength, she gritted her teeth and said nothing. She knew that speaking further would only bring humiliation upon herself.
Su Muyao didn’t delay any longer. She channeled her Wood-element ability directly, injecting it into the spirit sword.
A stream of green light poured continuously into the sword.
When Su Muyao’s ability connected with the Sword Spirit, she felt her consciousness instantly enter the sword’s spiritual sea.
At first, there was a dense fog before her eyes. When the fog cleared, she was in a place with lush green grass, singing birds, and fragrant flowers.
However, not far away, a mass of black energy swirled. There seemed to be a power there summoning her.
Su Muyao walked toward the black mist.
As she approached, carrying the aura of nature and surrounded by green light, the black energy was completely purified.
In the deepest corner, there was a tree. Under the tree lay an unconscious masked man.
His figure was tall and slender like a jade tree. He wore black brocade robes, and his ink-black hair was smooth as silk, unbound and scattered around him.
A cold wind blew, lifting the hem of his robes and his hair, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly appearance.
Yet, he was surrounded by black energy, making him look like a rose in the dark night—possessing a strange and eerie beauty.
He was currently unconscious and wearing a mask that revealed only the lower half of his face. Even so, one could tell his features must be extremely exquisite and magnificent, like carefully sculpted jade. His skin was a cold shade of white.
The black and white formed an extreme visual impact.
Seeing the black energy about to consume him completely, Su Muyao circulated her Wood-element ability to purify the darkness on him.
Once all the black energy on him was purified, the surrounding air became fresh, and the sky turned blue.
Even the tree beside him suddenly burst into peach blossoms.
A fresh breeze blew, causing the petals to flutter down with a rustling sound, creating a scene of sheer beauty.
Su Muyao looked at the man on the ground, feeling a bit curious. She reached out, wanting to tentatively touch his mask.
But just then, his eyes snapped open.
The moment he opened his eyes, she saw a pair of peach blossom eyes, deep as bottomless pools and carrying a cold glint.
However, the instant he saw Su Muyao, a soft light appeared in his eyes. “Miss, you saved me!”
Su Muyao hadn’t expected him to wake up so suddenly, nor did she expect his eyes to be so beautiful.
His eyes curved slightly, naturally affectionate, capable of easily hooking one’s soul.
She was stunned by his beauty for a moment and asked, “You are…?”
She had just been repairing Mei Qingchen’s life-bound sword. While repairing it, their spiritual seas connected, and she was suddenly transported here.
She didn’t know what place this was.
“I am the Sword Spirit!”
Su Muyao looked shocked, her eyelashes trembling violently. “You… you are a Sword Spirit?”
Could a Sword Spirit cultivate a human form?
Su Muyao found it somewhat incredible.
Seeming to know Su Muyao’s doubts, a murmur-like chuckle escaped his lips. “Yes, I am a Sword Spirit. It was you, Miss, who awakened me with the Mystic Spirit Iron and your ability.”
Saying that, he reached out his hand.
Su Muyao’s eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to dodge.
He whispered, “Don’t move!”
For some reason, Su Muyao stopped moving.
Then, he picked a peach blossom petal that had fallen on her hair.
He looked at the peach tree beside them, seeming to reminisce. “This tree hasn’t bloomed for a long time. Now, it is suddenly full of blossoms!”
“Would you like to drink peach blossom wine, Miss? Shall I brew some for you?”
“Or if you want to eat peach blossom pastries, I can make them for you.”
Um…
Su Muyao felt that everything before her eyes made her dazed; it felt a bit unreal.
She didn’t know if what she was hearing was real.
“Or perhaps peach blossom soup? Peach blossom cakes?”
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