Chapter 41: This Sword Really Looks Human

“Stupid disciple, losing the match is one thing, but getting yourself all banged up for it.”

Xiu Qingcheng grumbled.
In her field of vision, a delicate, slender hand reached out, pinching Meng Yingxing’s face as she willed it.

“? Where’d this hand come from?”

Before Xiu Qingcheng could process it, the hand turned, its palm facing her.
The hand was soft as tender grass, fingers like peeled scallions, skin dazzlingly fair.

“Whose hand is this pretty?”

Xiu Qingcheng went wild over the beautiful hand.
Her gaze traced from the fingers to the palm, then up the forearm and arm, only to realize—this hand was growing from her own body.

“Holy—! My hand’s this pretty!?”

Her appreciation for the hand turned to sheer panic.

“I grew hands!? What kind of sword grows hands!?”

Xiu Qingcheng tentatively moved her legs and found she hadn’t just grown hands—she had legs and feet too!

“I… have a body now?”

Xiu Qingcheng lay on her side on the bed, murmuring softly, her eyes unfocused.

Good, good—not a sword with just hands, but one with full limbs, the kind that could be sold for parts by a gang.

She’d thought gaining a human form would require some grand opportunity or miraculous encounter.
Yet, just like when she went from a lifeless sword to a living one, it happened so suddenly it nearly threw her off balance.

Xiu Qingcheng pondered.
Turning from a dead sword to a living one likely had to do with Meng Yingxing.
And now, suddenly gaining a human form… seemed tied to him too.

In her memory, before she passed out, Meng Yingxing had recklessly clashed head-on with Mo Kaiming.
She’d felt something surge from his body into hers…

Thinking of Meng Yingxing, Xiu Qingcheng snapped to attention.

She was lying on the same bed as him right now.
If she were still a sword, it wouldn’t matter, but now with a human form… Xiu Qingcheng felt it was inappropriate.

Belatedly, she lifted her head to check her posture and realized she was practically plastered against Meng Yingxing!

All because of her bad sleeping habits since forever!

Xiu Qingcheng shot upright, turning her back to Meng Yingxing and sitting on the bed’s edge with lightning speed.

She lowered her head, covering the lower half of her face with the back of her hand.

“Calm down, calm down! Xiu Qingcheng, you’re just sharing a bed with your good bro, your good disciple.
What’s the big deal, right?”

Her words were followed by a long silence.

Because Xiu Qingcheng noticed strands of hair slipping from her shoulder, pooling in her hand like a small puddle.
She also saw she was wearing a short white dress, beneath which her legs were long and pale.

“No way… I’ve really become a female sword spirit?”

Her hands began to tremble.
A grown man’s breakdown often happens in an instant.

She gritted her teeth and stood, walking to a mirror in the corner of the room.

A cool, elegant girl stood confidently before the mirror.

Her long black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders to her back, like a waterfall in an ink painting.
But at the tips, a large portion of her hair gradually turned a dark red, like blood staining the ink, exuding a deadly aura.

Her face was refined, her skin as fair as the first snow of winter.
Against her snow-white complexion, her lips were naturally red, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, radiant in their prime.

Her gray eyes were clear and tranquil, like a calm sea, yet deep within her pupils, a ring of blood-red lingered, as perilous as the ocean’s depths.
The seductive red eyeshadow was the finishing touch, breathtakingly beautiful.

The girl wore a white dress, simple yet elegant at the top, with a short, intricately decorated hem adorned with golden patterns.
Over the dress, she wore a red outer robe, its hem only slightly longer than the skirt, with long, ornate sleeves.
The robe hung loosely from her elbows but never slipped off.

Beneath the dress, a pair of long, perfectly proportioned legs stood barefoot on the floor.
The only adornment was a red cord, twisted like a double helix, wrapped around her right thigh, gently pressing into the soft flesh.

Xiu Qingcheng stared blankly at her legs beneath the dress, her face expressionless.

“Fine, fine, fine, this is how we’re playing, huh?”

“This face is way too alluring! Give me back my perfect, handsome male god face!”

“I like ‘em big, but thank goodness I didn’t turn into a girl with too big… just about a handful… should I try? No, no! I’m a gentleman!”

“These legs are longer than my life! What’s this? My legs—let me touch! So smooth!”

“What’s this? My legs—touch again! Feels great!”

“Damn it! Now’s not the time for this! I’ve really become a female sword spirit.
Can I not change? I thought being a sword was pretty good!”

The girl in the mirror was a vision of cool elegance, but the moment she moved or spoke, she shattered that perfect, picturesque image into pieces.

Xiu Qingcheng crouched on the floor, clutching her hair, forcing herself to accept the reality.

She’d been prepared for this, but she didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly.

As always, if there were gods in this world, she’d curse their horses!

Turning into a sword was bad enough! Now a sword spirit—and a female one at that!

Even in her anger, this cool beauty looked stunning, though she was currently raising her hand to the heavens, making an internationally recognized friendly gesture.

“Hear that? A hearty horse to you!”

After venting, Xiu Qingcheng calmed down a bit.

Though it was hard to accept, she decided to make the best of it and figure out what was going on with this body.

First, she tested and found she could still transform back into a sword.
Switching between sword and human form was seamless, instantaneous.
Moreover, the Ting Tian Sword could coexist with her human form.

Holding the Ting Tian Sword, Xiu Qingcheng swung it twice in the room.
Wielding her own sword body felt as natural as moving a part of herself.

After a while, she realized she now truly embodied the “spirit” in “sword spirit.”

She could control whether she had a tangible presence with her will, naming the two states “Solid” and “Spirit.”
As the names suggested, in the Solid state, she could touch things around her, feeling sensations and textures.
In the Spirit state, she was like a ghost, passing through objects.

Right now, for instance, she was phasing through the still-sleeping Meng Yingxing and the bed beneath him without any impact.

“Just a spirit with a human form… not quite a real person.”
Xiu Qingcheng looked at her hands, her eyes unfocused.

“So little clothing.”

A gust of wind from the window made her hug her arms and clamp her legs together.

This breezy feeling left her, who’d worn long pants for over a decade, utterly disoriented.

So she tried using spiritual energy to alter her default appearance.
She switched to a set of long robes and pants Meng Yingxing had worn before.

At first, she was satisfied—until she saw herself in the mirror, half-transparent.
She realized everything about this human form relied on spiritual energy to function.
Changing her default outfit would continuously drain her spiritual energy, pushing her into the half-transparent Spirit state, where she’d be nothing but a powerless shadow.

“This spirit body… is such a hassle.”

The girl murmured softly, her mood visibly low.