Chapter 43: You Are the One I Trust

“Good night, Meng Yingxing.”

She watched as Meng Yingxing’s eyes rolled back in his head under her attack and he passed out again, obtaining another peaceful sleep.

“What a worrisome disciple.”

Xiu Qingcheng remarked with exceptional shamelessness, feeling no remorse whatsoever despite having struck her own disciple.

After confirming that Meng Yingxing was sound asleep, Xiu Qingcheng lifted the blanket and took his hand to check him over.

Mu Xin was backed by her legendary, powerful healing abilities, and it wasn’t that Xiu Qingcheng didn’t trust her, but she would feel more at ease examining her own disciple herself.

The main issue was the damage to his spiritual meridians.
Perhaps because Xiu Qingcheng was a “spirit,” she was more sensitive to things related to spiritual energy.

Moreover, after becoming a human with spirit as her medium, Xiu Qingcheng was pleasantly surprised to find that she could control the application of spiritual energy much better.

Unlike before, when she could only conduct a simple physical examination of Meng Yingxing through non-contact probing.

So, now was the perfect time for her to conduct an in-depth examination of Meng Yingxing’s internal condition.

Xiu Qingcheng held Meng Yingxing’s hand, and wisps of spiritual energy flowed through her own, eagerly climbing into his spiritual meridians.

“Hmm…”

Xiu Qingcheng closed her eyes, cupped her chin with one hand, and pondered for a moment with a feigned air of profundity.

“My disciple’s overall condition is normal, but this spiritual energy… why is it so chaotic?”

“It’s like the Heavenly Palace after Sun Wukong wreaked havoc.”

“Oh well, cleaning up after my disciple is also a master’s responsibility.”

Xiu Qingcheng carefully controlled the power she sent into Meng Yingxing’s body, letting it soothe his chaotic spiritual energy with the utmost gentleness.

While soothing his spiritual energy, Xiu Qingcheng also threw back all the blankets covering Meng Yingxing.

She had only been unconscious for a short while, yet Meng Yingxing was now covered in many bandages.

“That… what’s-his-name… Mò Kǎimíng strikes way too hard, doesn’t he?”

“I’ll put his name down for now.”

Xiu Qingcheng thought to herself, adhering to the principle of an eye for an eye.

The very innocent Mò Kǎimíng had no idea that he had been inexplicably added to someone’s little black book.

“To get himself injured like this, he really is a foolish disciple.”

Xiu Qingcheng squeezed Meng Yingxing’s hand a little harder.

As Xiu Qingcheng’s spiritual energy soothed him, Meng Yingxing’s breathing gradually became more stable.

After she was done, Xiu Qingcheng also closed the window that was letting in the night breeze.

Then she changed back into her sword form, lay down where she had been originally, and pretended as if nothing had happened all night.

When Meng Yingxing woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

The sunlight today was particularly strong; even through the room’s not-so-translucent windows, he could feel its brilliant glare.

Meng Yingxing stretched languidly, feeling as if he had never slept so well.

It was just that his head ached a little.

“Master? Master?”

Meng Yingxing called out for Xiu Qingcheng, his hand finding the Ting Tian Sword by his bedside.

In the Tianfeng Sect, a place of complicated hearts and minds, only the Ting Tian Sword within his reach could bring Meng Yingxing a sense of security.

“What is it? Looking for me the moment you wake up? Miss me that much?”

Xiu Qingcheng’s voice was as languid as ever, which also put Meng Yingxing’s mind at ease.

“Yes, I missed you.”

The young man’s face was filled with a smile, so pure.

‘Alright, fine.’
Xiu Qingcheng felt that when talking to a boy like this, she shouldn’t be as flippant as she was with her bros.

‘If I corrupt my disciple, whose fault will that be?’

“Master, did I win?”

The boy, who had collapsed right after the match, felt as if everything that happened before he fainted was just a dream.

“What do you mean, ‘did you win’? Didn’t you lose?”

As someone who hadn’t seen the end of the match, Xiu Qingcheng was even more baffled by Meng Yingxing’s question.

Based on what she had seen before she passed out, Meng Yingxing’s defeat was certain.

“It’s alright. Losing to a young master like that is perfectly normal. You already did very well.”

“From now on, we won’t lose a single round, and we’ll win the Divine Weapon Trial!”

Xiu Qingcheng began to comfort Meng Yingxing.

‘Encourage, encourage, encourage!’

‘Battle, battle, battle!’

In return, what Xiu Qingcheng saw was Meng Yingxing’s perplexed gaze.

Meng Yingxing asked, “Master, what are you talking about? I defeated Mò Kǎimíng. I won!”

Xiu Qingcheng: “Huh?”

‘How did he win? Did he use cheats?’

Meng Yingxing nodded earnestly.

“You were right, Master. Half of the spiritual energy in my body had vanished.”

“But just as I was charging at Mò Kǎimíng, that part of my spiritual energy returned.”

“With the help of that power, I defeated Mò Kǎimíng.”

After hearing Meng Yingxing’s explanation, Xiu Qingcheng was somewhat dumbfounded.

‘What kind of protagonist script is this? He just gets a power-up when he can’t win?’

‘Or what, did Meng Yingxing pray to the heavens, and the only thing that answered was his missing half of spiritual energy?’

‘But when I examined him yesterday, his cultivation realm was still at the low-grade Sub-Star. Doesn’t that mean nothing came back?’

‘Still, for a genius like Mò Kǎimíng to be defeated by a widely-known good-for-nothing must be a huge blow to his pride, right?’

Xiu Qingcheng silently crossed Mò Kǎimíng’s name off her little black book.

Xiu Qingcheng continued to look at Meng Yingxing.
He seemed to be hesitating about something.

But Meng Yingxing didn’t hesitate for long, and after a moment, he told Xiu Qingcheng.

“At that time, I think… I also saw my mother.”

“Your mother?” Xiu Qingcheng repeated.

‘What kind of situation would allow Meng Yingxing, who has never met his parents, to see his mother? Was it his life flashing before his eyes?’

“She said that if I could find a trusted companion for the journey, I should come and search for my own truth.”

“I suspect that my constitution might be related to my mother.”

Meng Yingxing shared the situation with Xiu Qingcheng in a clear and logical manner.

‘I can’t stand people who speak in riddles,’ Xiu Qingcheng wanted to say, but this was, after all, related to her disciple’s past, and even more so, a potential breakthrough regarding his strange constitution.

Xiu Qingcheng could only sigh softly.

‘I thought he was just an ordinary good-for-nothing, but it turns out he has a hidden background.’

“Master?”

Meng Yingxing suddenly leaned closer, calling out to Xiu Qingcheng cautiously.

“Can you accompany me to find it? The ‘my truth’ that my mother spoke of… although it might just be a bizarre dream I had.”

Xiu Qingcheng chuckled. “Didn’t your mother tell you to find someone you trust?”

‘She was just a sword.’

“Master, you are the trusted companion for my journey.”

Xiu Qingcheng froze, seeing Meng Yingxing’s pure and flawless eyes fixed firmly on her.

“If it’s possible, can you accompany me to find it?”

For some reason, Xiu Qingcheng felt a little flustered under Meng Yingxing’s gaze.

“I know, I know!”

“I’ll go with you to find it!”

Xiu Qingcheng straightened her sword body, pressing firmly against Meng Yingxing’s shoulder to push him away a little.

“Who else would, when I’m such a good master to you?”

“Thank you, Master!”

Meng Yingxing looked very happy.

‘Finding my disciple’s origins, huh…’

Xiu Qingcheng felt that this might not only be the breakthrough for Meng Yingxing’s strange constitution, but also a breakthrough in understanding the reason for her own transformation.