Chapter 4: Physical Experience Card

When the Ting Tian Sword was instead plunged into Mèng Yìngxīng’s body—
When Mèng Yìngxīng’s crimson blood stained the Ting Tian Sword’s blade—
At that instant, Xiù Qīngchéng suddenly felt a profound connection with Mèng Yìngxīng, as if there had been a pathetic barrier between them, and now that barrier was shattered, Xiù Qīngchéng had fallen into Mèng Yìngxīng’s place.
He felt he could do it.
He could communicate with Mèng Yìngxīng, and he could help Mèng Yìngxīng escape his current predicament.
These were all completely different from his previous Sword Masters.
Back then, he was merely a sword, but now, he felt like a human again.

“Wretched brat, let me do it!!”
Xiù Qīngchéng opened his mouth, which hadn’t moved for who knew how long, and a clear, pleasant, yet unfamiliar voice came out—
‘Why did my voice become like this!?’
‘Bao Juan, my throat!’
‘Never mind, let’s solve the current problem first!’
“Mèng Yìngxīng” launched another kick at Lù Sānwàn in front of him.
Compared to the kick he had delivered before, this one was like the heavens collapsing and earth rending.
It sent Lù Sānwàn flying several meters away, even causing him to smash through the fragile wooden wall and tumble back into the outer courtyard.
“Mèng Yìngxīng” slowly stood up.
He looked down at his own hands, his eyes gleaming with emotion.
He never thought that after being a sword for so long, he, Xiù Qīngchéng, would still have the chance to stand on solid ground!
Why were his eyes always filled with tears?
Because he loved this land so deeply!
Not far away, the kicked-away Lù Sānwàn shakily got up from the ground, making no sound during the process.
Xiù Qīngchéng’s peripheral vision caught Lù Sānwàn getting up again.
She raised her head, reached out, and forcefully pulled the Ting Tian Sword out of her shoulder.
Blood splattered for a moment, but no more fresh blood gushed from Mèng Yìngxīng’s wound.
The Ting Tian Sword’s blade, adorned with its iridescent veins, was now clean as if freshly washed.
Xiù Qīngchéng pointed its tip diagonally to the ground, and all of Mèng Yìngxīng’s bloodstains were flung onto the ground, tracing a nearly perfect arc.
Xiù Qīngchéng raised the Ting Tian Sword before him, initiating a sword move and launching the first attack, charging fiercely towards Lù Sānwàn.
He mercilessly swung a sword, delivering a heavy blow onto Lù Sānwàn’s blade!
If Lù Sānwàn hadn’t reacted and raised his blade to parry, Xiù Qīngchéng’s sword strike would surely have cleaved him in two.

“Who… are you?”
Xiù Qīngchéng, controlling Mèng Yìngxīng’s body, heard Mèng Yìngxīng’s surprised and questioning voice in his mind.
Mèng Yìngxīng, who had never experienced such a tumultuous event, was clearly in a panic over suddenly losing control of his body and becoming an observer.
After batting away Lù Sānwàn with a swing of the sword, Xiù Qīngchéng replied in his mind: “No need to thank me.
I’m just a passing faux… a passing sword spirit.”
“Wretched brat, watch carefully, this is true swordsmanship!”
Facing Lù Sānwàn, who was attacking continuously like a zombie, Xiù Qīngchéng’s gaze sharpened, and he unleashed a flurry of sword moves.
The cold edge of the sword flowed seamlessly, like the endless starlight in the sky.
Even though Mèng Yìngxīng’s body only had the strength of an Upper Stage Stargazer, Xiù Qīngchéng, in battling Lù Sānwàn, made Lù Sānwàn, who possessed Middle Stage Star-Like strength, retreat again and again.

“This kid’s body… something’s not right.”
While attacking Lù Sānwàn’s vital points, Xiù Qīngchéng also split his attention to examine Mèng Yìngxīng’s body, feeling that something was strange about it.
If a person were compared to a container, and the spiritual power cultivated was the liquid in the container, then as long as the spiritual power filled the container, the person could level up and gain a larger container.
Then Mèng Yìngxīng was a strange container that could only hold half its spiritual power before it could take no more.
It couldn’t be described like that either.
Although Mèng Yìngxīng’s body was still absorbing spiritual power, this absorbed spiritual power seemed to disappear, as if something was secretly stealing it.
‘Don’t understand, never seen this before.’
Xiù Qīngchéng shook her head.
At this moment, her figure spun sharply, and after dodging Lù Sānwàn’s downward chop, she thrust her sword into Lù Sānwàn’s body.
Lù Sānwàn and Xiù Qīngchéng both stopped their movements.
A moment later, Xiù Qīngchéng slowly withdrew the Ting Tian Sword.
As the Ting Tian Sword no longer supported Lù Sānwàn’s body, Lù Sānwàn fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up dust all around.
“He… he’s dead!?”
Xiù Qīngchéng heard Mèng Yìngxīng’s somewhat tense and uneasy voice in his mind.
“Don’t be so dramatic, kid.
He’s just exhausted and…” Xiù Qīngchéng’s words were cut short as Mèng Yìngxīng’s body, which she was currently controlling, suddenly convulsed.
Then, the sensation of having full control of Mèng Yìngxīng’s body that she had felt moments ago immediately receded from Xiù Qīngchéng.
‘Damn it!
I wasn’t even done enjoying myself, and I’m already back to being a sword!?’
‘What kind of body experience card is this?
It didn’t even last ten minutes!’
Mèng Yìngxīng, who had regained control of his body, felt as if all his strength had been suddenly drained by something.
His previously shaky standing posture immediately collapsed, and he could only barely prop up his upper body with the Ting Tian Sword in his hand.
At the same time, the wound on his shoulder, which had been pierced by Lù Sānwàn with the Ting Tian Sword and had stopped bleeding, now began to ooze blood continuously.
Mèng Yìngxīng gasped for air, like someone who had just almost drowned and rediscovered oxygen, and his vision became almost completely blurred.
“Hey!
Wretched brat, are you alright??” Xiù Qīngchéng was slightly worried about Mèng Yìngxīng’s condition.
“Don’t you dare die!
If I get sent back to the Divine Armory Pavilion, who knows when I’ll meet someone fated like you again!
Hey, hey, hey!”
Although Mèng Yìngxīng could hear Xiù Qīngchéng’s voice and still had many questions, he truly couldn’t utter a single word right now.
Even mumbling a syllable was extremely difficult.
“Junior Brother Mèng!”
At this moment, Xiù Qīngchéng heard a familiar yet untimely voice ring out amidst the chaos.
She looked up, following the sound, and saw Liǔ Chénxīn, whom she had seen that morning, gracefully descending from mid-air and running in from the courtyard gate.
Liǔ Chénxīn’s clothes were a bit disheveled, and her hair was even unbound.
Her usually bright face now carried visible anxiety and unease.
‘Liǔ Chénxīn?
Why is she here?’
The moment she stepped into the small courtyard, she saw Lù Sānwàn lying on the ground, his fate unknown, and Mèng Yìngxīng, leaning on his sword, covered in blood.
Liǔ Chénxīn’s pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively covered her mouth.
“Junior Brother Mèng!!”
With an expression of immense surprise, she rushed past Lù Sānwàn and, anxious, knelt beside Mèng Yìngxīng.
“Junior Brother Mèng, you’re so badly hurt!
Lù Sānwàn, Lù Sānwàn actually tried to harm you!?”
“I’ll take you to Elder Mùxīn for healing, quick, get up!”
Liǔ Chénxīn hooked Mèng Yìngxīng’s arm over her shoulder, and also took the Ting Tian Sword, which Mèng Yìngxīng was still clutching.
She effortlessly helped Mèng Yìngxīng up and led him out step by step.
While Mèng Yìngxīng’s injuries were certainly critical, Xiù Qīngchéng felt that… Liǔ Senior Sister’s soft, gentle hand was better.
Mèng Yìngxīng, Xiù Qīngchéng—one barely conscious from his injuries, the other focused on Senior Sister’s small hand—neither noticed the playful look in Liǔ Chénxīn’s eyes as she passed by Lù Sānwàn.