Chapter 6 :Evolved into a true sword spirit

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t linger long in the room, despite Liu Chenxin’s seemingly dubious intentions.
After spouting a few cryptic, riddle-like remarks, she left.

In Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes, Liu Chenxin’s concern for Meng Yingxing in front of others was utterly fake.
Hypocritical, two-faced, duplicitous, a backstabber—sharp as a knife slicing through tofu!

Before leaving, Liu Chenxin extinguished the room’s candles.

The room fell silent.
Though no lamplight illuminated the space, the moonlight streaming through the window was bright enough to reveal everything clearly.

In this serene ambiance, Xiu Qingcheng had ample time to ponder the matter of facing Lu Sanwan while inhabiting Meng Yingxing’s body.

First, there was her voice.

“Ah…”

Xiu Qingcheng opened her non-existent mouth.
A melodious female voice, as delicate as a lark’s song, flowed from her non-existent throat into her non-existent ears.

Was this voice merely in her mind, or was it a sound others could hear as well?

“Eat grapes without spitting out the skins; don’t eat grapes but spit out the skins!”

Xiu Qingcheng rapidly recited a tongue-twister.
If she had a human form, she’d surely be seen covering her mouth with both hands after finishing.

Indeed, this wasn’t an illusion!
Her voice had truly become a woman’s voice!

Her heart pounded wildly.
The Ting Tian Sword, resting beside Meng Yingxing, began to tremble in sync.

“Calm down, Xiu Qingcheng, calm down!”
She took a deep breath.
The sword’s hilt tilted slightly upward from the bed, forming a subtle arc.
“Maybe it’s just a child’s voice. Children’s voces are genderless, right? Haha.”

“No way it’s a female voice…”

“What the heck! This is clearly a girl’s voice!”
The Ting Tian Sword shook violently.

A grown man’s breakdown often happens in an instant.

In that moment of collapse, the Ting Tian Sword stood upright on the bed, swaying left and right around its center.

“?”

The sudden shift in perspective left Xiu Qingcheng stunned for a moment.

Wait a second—she could control the Ting Tian Sword’s movements now?

Clinging to this hopeful thought, she tried moving forward two steps.

As expected, the Ting Tian Sword glided forward, her field of vision shifting slightly—

This sensation was real!
Unlike inputting commands on a laggy computer to drag a high-spec game, this was as fluid as controlling her own body!

In all her years as a sword, Xiu Qingcheng had never experienced such a marvelous feeling!

Before, as the Ting Tian Sword, she was a mere lifeless object.
Now, she could say… the Ting Tian Sword had become a spirit!

Xiu Qingcheng no longer fixated on whether her voice was feminine.
Being able to move freely was a monumental discovery—greater than Columbus finding the New World.

“So… I’m now, what, the sword spirit of the Ting Tian Sword?”

The sword’s hilt, floating in midair, wobbled slightly, as if deep in thought.

“This voice… I’m not a female sword spirit, am I? Whatever, even if I am, being a sword spirit beats being a lifeless sword.
At least I don’t have to stay still, watching some swordmasters and their sisters fool around on the bed.”

“That scene made me feel like the hapless husband in an island-style action flick…”

The sword spirit named Xiu Qingcheng muttered about certain indescribable matters.

Soon, she floated to Meng Yingxing’s side.

The black-haired youth lay motionless on the bed, covered only by a thin, cicada-wing-like blanket.
His brows were furrowed, as if plagued by a nightmare.

Xiu Qingcheng hadn’t had the chance to closely examine the boy who brought her out of the Divine Armory Pavilion.
Now, looking at Meng Yingxing’s face up close, she realized how frail he was.

“Pale skin, weak muscles—clearly malnourished. When I was your age, I was at least three times fatter!”

Xiu Qingcheng grumbled, unsure if Meng Yingxing could hear her.

“With your powerless, chicken-weak frame, if I sprinkled rice on you, a chicken could crack your skull!
How am I supposed to rely on you to stay in the Tianfeng Sect and keep me here?”

Frustrated, Xiu Qingcheng tapped Meng Yingxing’s forehead with her hilt.

The two solid knocks seemed to have an effect.
Meng Yingxing’s nightmare-creased brow suddenly relaxed.

“Mommy…”

Meng Yingxing mumbled drowsily.

“Pfft! Who’s your mommy? Call me daddy!”
Xiu Qingcheng knocked his head again, but this time, Meng Yingxing showed no further reaction.

Boys always want to be someone’s daddy, after all.

Seeing the red mark on Meng Yingxing’s forehead, Xiu Qingcheng felt a twinge of guilt.

“Is it wrong to bully a patient like this? But Elder Muxin already healed this brat, so he’s not really a patient, right? Blame him for sleeping too soundly!”

With that thought, she felt much more justified.

The noisy sword spirit fell silent.

She gazeded at the unconscious boy, her mind swirling with thoughts.

Her ability to move and speak freely, to break free from her constraints, was likely thanks to Meng Yingxing.

In her long domaines long years as a sword, Xiu Qingcheng had seen many people and experienced many things, witnessed countless wonders, yet she couldn’t explain this.

Why was it only Meng Yingxing who could make her evolve to this point?

Was it his power?
Or… his blood?

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know.

The mystery was vast, but her mind was small—too small to hold it.

So, after briefly pondering this near-philosophical question, she promptly cast it aside.

The key to life is to be happy, after all.

Thus, Xiu Qingcheng began zooming around the room, darting here and there, tireless and delighted.

She was gradually adapting to this “brand-new body.”

Suddenly, a spark of realization flashed in her mind.

Wait! If she could move freely now, why rely on Meng Yingxing to win the Divine Armory Trial to take her out of the pavilion permanently?

She could just leave this wretched place—who could stop her?

“Am I actually a genius?!”

Xiu Qingcheng laughed loudly, spinning in place with glee.

Then, tilting her blade, the Ting Tian Sword aimed at the window, as if gathering strength to soar into the sky.

“Now I’ll take control of everything! This is the complete Ting Tian Sword, the complete Xiu Qingcheng, the complete me! Let’s see who can stop me now!”

As her words fell, the Ting Tian Sword shot forward!

But before it could fly out the window, it crashed to the ground, as if losing control.

“Why can’t I move?”

Xiu Qingcheng was baffled, her heart sinking.

A possibility slowly dawned on her—

“No way… is this some kind of ‘can’t stray too far from Meng Yingxing’ restriction? Noooo!!!”