Chapter 101 The Sword Still Comes (Part 5) "The sword is yours!"...
It was an extremely slender figure.
Aside from the small, abundant flowers piled up in the corner of the courtyard, there are mostly not-so-tall red maples.
Each leaf stands upright, while the rest remain separate.
Like a scene from a painting, like being cooked in a raging fire.
She stood alone beneath the red maple leaves.
With a red silk scarf wrapped around her arm, she should have been gentle and graceful, but she was dressed in a red robe and a black leather armor on her right arm, and her long black hair was braided and hung down her back.
She was playing with a few maple leaves in her hand when she heard the sound, so she turned around.
His face was covered with a brocade cloth that hung from his forehead to his chin. A circle was drawn on the cloth with ink, covering the face behind which had no features.
The sword spirit turned to face Lin Feiran. She did not speak first, and the two simply looked at each other across the stream.
After a moment, Lin Feiran bowed first and spoke.
"younger generation……"
She paused for a moment, then revealed her real name.
"Junior Lin Feiran, I am grateful for Senior Sword Spirit's assistance in today's battle."
There was still no sound from the other side. Lin Feiran straightened up and looked over, only to see her slowly walking towards her.
I stepped across the stone bridge, crossed the clear stream, and stood at the end of the bridge, about five steps away from her, as if I were sizing her up.
"Lin Feiran?"
She spoke, slowly uttering her name.
"Exceptional" in the sense of "remarkable" or "outstanding"?
Lin Feiran nodded: "Yes."
The sword spirit nodded slightly, its gentle voice devoid of emotion: "It's a good name."
Lin Feiran no longer resisted at this point, and she readily agreed: "My parents' choice is indeed not bad."
The sword spirit chuckled softly and strolled towards her, its voice leisurely.
"You once possessed ten spirit swords, yet why did you discard them all? There is no perfect sword in the world."
Lin Feiran remained composed and said, "I am not a perfect person either; I just want to find a sword that suits my needs."
The sword spirit continued, "You don't even like them, you don't even find them suitable, do you really think my nameless weapon is any good?"
Lin Feiran looked straight at him, his gaze calm: "I am just an unknown person."
Sword Spirit suddenly burst into laughter, his long braid swaying behind his waist, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.
"What a remarkable nobody. You're quite the smooth talker."
Lin Feiran disagreed with this assessment. She always felt that she was clumsy with words and could only spout trivial truths that no one wanted to listen to, so she could not be considered a good speaker.
So she didn't agree, but instead glanced at the courtyard.
"I never imagined that the umbrella standing on the mountaintop would also be a spirit sword, or a spirit knife."
She paused for a moment, then added a sentence.
"Your feat just now has caused even the likes of Cangshan and Lingfeng to waver, let alone Kunwu and Tai'a. If you turn back now, any one of them will be yours."
Lin Feiran's eyes were clear, and he was not swayed by these words. Instead, he took a step forward.
“From beginning to end, I have been looking for a sword that suits my hand, and I think you are very suitable.”
Blade Spirit's voice rose slightly at the end: "Just because I'm strong enough, resilient enough, and long enough?"
Lin Feiran nodded.
There was no wind around, but the sword spirit's veil swayed slightly, and her voice also deepened.
"Then do you know why I came here in response to the summons?"
Before Lin Feiran could speak, she smiled and said, "Because I liked you the moment I saw you. You look a lot like my late master."
Lin Feiran was slightly taken aback. Recalling the dust storm from which a hundred swords were unleashed and his empty palm, he asked the question as if possessed.
"Then why didn't you light a starlight in my palm?"
The sword spirit paused, turned to face Lin Feiran, and her voice sounded somewhat ethereal.
“Because I am not a long-lived sword. My wielder is destined to fight against fate. You are so young, why should I send you into this place?”
Lin Feiran then asked, "Then why did you help me just now?"
Beneath the veil, her voice was gentle, punctuated by a soft sigh.
"Because I can't bear to see you all alone here."
Even heroes cherish heroes; how can one not be moved by the sight of a lone figure falling?
Lin Feiran looked up, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"...Thank you."
The sword spirit sighed and shook his head.
Lin Feiran continued, "However, you may simply place the sword light into my palm; I am not afraid of fate."
The weak strive for strength, the sick strive for survival.
I believe that everyone is already fighting against fate from the moment they are born.
The sword spirit was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to say such a thing. For someone so young to have such feelings showed that she had experienced many hardships in her life...
"What a fine way to defy the heavens! Which sect or school of thought are you from?"
Lin Feiran didn't hide anything: "I was originally a disciple of Daohe Palace, but now I'm without a sect and live in the Demon Realm. If you leave with me, you will be able to enter the Demon Realm."
Many sword spirits still harbor prejudices against the demon race and are unwilling to reside permanently in the demon realm; she did not want to engage in deception.
After hearing this, the sword spirit indeed fell silent.
After a long while, she sighed softly.
"Being forced from the human realm to the demon realm must have been incredibly difficult, and you're still so young..."
I thought Blade & Soul would be unhappy, but I didn't expect them to be so emotional.
Her tone changed, and she raised her hand, a cluster of maple leaf-like flames burning at her fingertips, hovering on Lin Feiran's wrist.
A single spark fell, not scalding hot, but warm like the autumn sun.
"Your life force is reduced to a wisp of smoke, and my fate is reduced to the hilt of my sword. A short-lived person deserves a short-lived sword. To live towards death, let us now share the same path!"
Flames flickered at her fingertips as she raised her hand and burned across Lin Feiran's eyes, without causing any pain.
"The sword is yours!"
Although his eyes were unharmed, Lin Feiran felt an indescribable burning sensation rising from his bones and muscles. At first, it was just a little bit, but after a while, it spread throughout his body!
Like forging a sword, the tough iron melted under the fierce fire, and her sword bones seemed to soften and flow.
The heat was intense, and the sword spirit, with its fingers forming a hook, began striking various points around her body!
What is sword bone?
The sword bone is not just one or two segments in the spine, but is distributed throughout the entire body, buried under every bone!
Like a bamboo shoot, each segment has tiny buds. When spring rain falls, these buds quickly sprout branches that extend horizontally.
That's what sword bone is; a long time ago, many people jokingly called it "rebellious bone!"
"Swords like yours are a once-in-a-century talent, and they are foolish to give up on this insignificant aura."
The moment I saw you, I knew you were the best.
Her sword bones seemed even more resilient than before, as solid as a rock!
While forging bones, Lin Feiran suddenly spoke.
"This junior is new to the world and lacks experience. May I ask the name of your sword, senior?"
In the desert, Lin Feiran, whose mind was drawn into the realm of swordsmanship, suddenly opened her eyes. Just then, she heard the voice of the sword spirit.
"My sword is named Jinlan."
...
A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead, dripped down his chin, and fell heavily into the sand.
Lin Feiran raised her eyes, her muscles and bones suddenly relaxed, she put the long sword in her hand into the hilt, and her not-so-straight fingers slowly stroked the umbrella.
A few golden specks splashed on the scarlet umbrella, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
She whispered, "Jinlan."
This is her sword.
After choosing a sword, the sword spirit will forge the bones of the sword wielder, signifying a bond between the two.
As the leader, Lin Feiran shouldn't have chosen such a nameless sword. The surrounding cultivators didn't quite understand, but after witnessing the previous battle, they could only feel envy.
There are countless famous swords in the world, but not every one of them can be included in the list of famous swords.
This umbrella sword is already quite extraordinary to have landed in the Pilgrimage Valley, and with its imposing presence, it even subtly surpasses the Kunwu Sword. How could it not arouse envy?
But who could have imagined that such a strange thing as a sword hidden in an umbrella could happen!
Since Lin Feiran, as the leader, has already chosen his sword, the second person must follow suit.
Pei Yu looked at her, then without further hesitation, he turned and stepped onto the chains, heading straight for Kunwu as well!
Lin Feiran didn't care. She was panting as she turned and walked towards the white deer in the desert.
As he walked, he pulled out a snow-white leather armor and put it on, fastening it to his chest with a hidden clasp, so that he could carry the red umbrella on his back.
When the white deer saw her coming, it raised its four hooves high, but could not turn over and could only move backward in fear.
Lin Feiran paused slightly, then did not go forward again, but bent down to pick up the broken arrows from the ground.
These arrows were fired so timely, naturally to block the white deer and prevent it from suppressing the dragon-snake. And since the dragon-snake was coming for him, the archer's intentions were obvious.
As she stood up, a cool fragrance wafted from behind her. Without turning around, she knew it was Ru Xian.
"Who is the archer? Any ideas?"
He knew perfectly well why Lin Feiran was doing this, so he slowly walked to her side and examined the broken arrows.
Lin Feiran lowered his eyes in thought, then said firmly, "Yes."
It's not just that there are.
The moment she realized that the serpent was trying to stop her from taking the sword, a person came to mind.
Zhang Chunhe.
He was the only one with unparalleled archery skills and the ability to seize the heart of the Kunwu Sword.
But it still doesn't make sense.
How did he know what was happening in the valley? How did he make his move in full view of everyone? He didn't cultivate the art of beast taming, so how could he control the dragon and snake as if it were his own arm?
Lin Feiran's thoughts wandered, but she couldn't make sense of anything.
“Look up,” Ru Xian suddenly spoke, her voice slightly cool.
Lin Feiran looked up and saw that her originally fair face was covered with dust and ash, and because the sword spirit had just forged her bones, she had broken out in a light sweat. Now her face looked like an overturned ink painting, which was unbearable to look at.
Ru Xian raised her hand and expertly fed her a pill. Then she tossed a white shadow, which she immediately caught. In her hand was a silk handkerchief dampened by the clear spring.
Instead of frowning and racking your brains, focus on the present moment and wipe your face clean.
After saying that, he took out a smooth bronze mirror so that she could see clearly.
Lin Feiran caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, blushed, immediately thanked him, took the silk handkerchief, and began to scrub.
Ru Xian glanced at her, crossed her arms, and strode towards Bai Lu.
It was also somewhat frightened, but stopped struggling under his ambiguous, smiling gaze.
One horizontal cut, one vertical cut.
Rather than bleed to death, I'd rather bury myself in the flowers; that would be a good way to live out my life.
Lin Feiran: "..."
There's no need to do that.
As Xue is already tall, when she crosses her arms and looks down, she resembles a jade mountain about to collapse.
After examining it for a moment, he bent his knees and half-squatted, his clothes fluttering open, and sure enough, the gold ring on his leg was still there.
Lin Feiran couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It wasn't that I had any intimate intentions, but rather that I had some suspicions in my mind.
She had previously thought these gold rings were just accessories, but now it seemed that was not the case.
Like a hailstone, he raised his hand, ignoring the squeak of the deer in pain, and with the ruthlessness of a healer, pulled the arrow out of the antlers, quickly and accurately.
He turned to Lin Feiran and said, "Come here."
Lin Feiran was still wiping her face when she heard this. She walked to his side and leaned slightly forward: "Did you notice something amiss?"
He handed her the broken arrow and ointment, readily agreeing, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that the wound is too severe, it won't last more than a quarter of an hour."
"What!"
Lin Feiran was startled and, without thinking, took the arrow from his hand. He then put the arrow into his pouch, poured out some ointment, and applied it to the deer antlers.
Ru Xian squatted down to the side, supporting her chin with her right hand, watching her apply the medicine.
He wasn't actually the type to meddle in other people's business, but Lin Feiran was.
Therefore, he didn't mind doing this small favor.
After a moment, his gaze shifted from the antlers to Lin Feiran's face, stared for a few breaths, and then moved back to the red umbrella.
Even he had never heard of the legend of the umbrella sword, nor did he know which saint left it behind.
However, the glint of the blade and the aura of the sword I just saw from afar were enough to show that this was an excellent treasure.
He suddenly said, "Even if you fail to retrieve the sword this time, it doesn't mean you're not strong enough."
The medicine had been applied, and Lin Feiran withdrew her hand. The white deer understood what the two meant and stopped struggling, only staring at them with its deer eyes.
She was silent for a moment, a moment so brief that it was almost unnoticed unless one looked closely.
"I know."
The sound was normal, and there was nothing unusual.
"When all the swords refused to be drawn, what were you thinking as you looked up at the sky?" He moved slightly closer, his breath brushing against her cheek.
Today's is relatively short.
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