Feng Rong looked at the crimson sword in the air with disbelief, a surge of joy mixed with a strange tension. The sword in the air shone even brighter, as if sensing someone's intrusion, and emitted several more sword energies. Unlike the red sword energies outside, these were a deeper shade, a deep red tinged with purplish-black, heading straight towards the two of them.
Feng Rong subconsciously mobilized her spiritual power, and the defensive array around the two of them emitted golden light, trying to block these sword energies. However, the sword light swept over them and instantly broke through the array, falling directly towards the two of them.
Just as the incredibly powerful sword energy was about to strike him, You You even felt the stinging sensation of its aftershocks hitting her body. Feng Rong gritted his teeth, and suddenly a special flame erupted from his body. Unlike any flame he had summoned before, this flame was extremely bright yet carried an icy chill, resembling dazzling red lotuses that rebounded back at the sword energy, directly dissolving it.
The fire appeared for only a moment before disappearing. Before Youyou could even breathe a sigh of relief, Feng Rong beside her suddenly swayed and took a step back. When Youyou turned around, she saw that Feng Rong's face was unexpectedly pale, her brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat were faintly appearing on her forehead.
"Feng Rong?" You You was startled and quickly supported him. She had never seen him so weak before. Was that... a powerful attack? Was that sword? "Are you alright?" She wondered if it was just her imagination, but his body seemed somewhat transparent.
“This sword energy isn’t formed from spiritual energy; ordinary spells can’t stop it at all.” Feng Rong gritted his teeth, looking at the Crimson Sword in the air with some regret. He hadn’t expected to see this sword here. Although this was an opportunity, perhaps in the past… In the current situation, he wasn’t sure he could suppress it. Besides, he couldn’t let You You take this risk, so he said directly, “The Crimson Sword is no ordinary weapon. Without a stronger force to suppress it, the sword energy’s outburst won’t stop. I must leave here immediately. You… where is he?!”
He instinctively tried to pull the person back, but grabbed nothing. Turning around, he saw that the person who had just been protecting him was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, he discovered that Youyou was now standing directly beneath the sword, leaping up as if trying to grab it from mid-air.
"No!" Feng Rong felt her soul shatter, and an immense panic swept over her. She rushed forward with all her might, but it was too late.
Youyou had already grabbed the sword in mid-air. In an instant, the sword went berserk, and a vast expanse of purplish-red sword energy burst forth, instantly piercing through the magic robes around Youyou's body, leaving streaks of blood on her skin. Youyou gasped in pain, endured the pain, and gripped the hilt tightly.
The sword struggled fiercely, even emitting a series of buzzing sounds, as if trying to break free of her control. Its sword energy became even more frenzied, attacking indiscriminately and leaving more bloody wounds on her body. Meanwhile, Feng Rong, who was rushing over frantically, was also being approached by overflowing sword energy. The deafening buzzing sound continued incessantly…
Youyou's heart tightened, and she gripped the sword tightly, releasing all the energy in her body into the blade. She roared furiously, "Quiet!"
Almost instantly, the sword's cry ceased, the sword in his hand fell silent, and the surrounding sword energy vanished in an instant. Whether startled or not, the entire hall seemed to have been paused, falling silent for a second.
Youyou: "..."
(⊙o⊙)
This sword is... pretty obedient?
"Youyou!" Feng Rong finally arrived. Seeing the person covered in blood, her hands trembled slightly. Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at her with shock and anger. "You...you...are you crazy?!" How could she...how could she just rush over and grab the sword like that?
"I just thought the situation was urgent, and the sword energy didn't seem to have much effect on me, so I decided to give it a try," You You explained casually.
"You call this useless?" Feng Rong stared at the bloodstains on her body, his eyes turning even redder. He felt as if each wound was cutting into his heart, the pain making it hard for him to breathe. He continued to cast healing spells.
"Oh, it's just a little scratch, nothing serious..." she replied casually. These injuries looked scary, but they were mostly just scrapes and nothing to worry about. She instinctively wanted to stop him.
Feng Rong suddenly looked up and glared at her, his angry eyes shrouded in a misty haze. Even though she was the one who was injured, his expression seemed to hold a great grievance, making You You feel inexplicably guilty. She subconsciously reached out her hand again, "Alright, heal it!" It'll heal soon if we don't treat it!
He then continued to shower her with healing spells without restraint, seemingly desperately suppressing something, like a puffed-up balloon. But surprisingly, he didn't immediately explode as usual; his eyes were downcast, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Only after he had healed all the small wounds on her body did he lower his eyes to look at the sword in her hand, his expression becoming increasingly complicated, and he seemed slightly lost in thought.
"You like it?" Seeing that he had finally changed his mind, Youyou handed him the sword. "Here you go!"
Feng Rong was stunned, her eyes widening in shock as she looked at her. "You...you're going to give it to me?!"
"Yes, I've noticed you've liked it ever since you entered the hall!" She wanted the teaching materials, not the sword. She only grabbed it because the sword energy was too troublesome, and also because she saw Feng Rong staring at the sword, seemingly quite fond of it. "Anyway, I won't need it." Her skills weren't suited for equipping weapons. She then shoved it directly into his hand.
"..." Feng Rong stared blankly at the sword that had been forcibly shoved into his hand. After a long while, a bitter feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart. He knew that the other party had only done it on a whim and not on purpose for him, but the emotions surging in his heart were impossible to suppress, yet he couldn't express them. It was suffocating, and a strange anger rose up again. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was angry at her or at himself. "Are you stupid? Do you even know what kind of sword this is?"
"I don't know?" Youyou was taken aback, surprised by his sudden outburst.
"This is a divine artifact! An ancient divine artifact, you know? This is the Crimson Sword!" Feng Rong couldn't help but blurt out. She just casually gave him a divine artifact?
"Oh..." You nodded. "And then?" Is the divine sword really that awesome?
"You..." Feng Rong was speechless, her face turning increasingly red, whether from holding back or from anger, it was unclear. It seemed as if there was something about to be said, but she suppressed it, finally managing to utter only, "Idiot!"
"Hey!" If you don't like it, don't swear at me. "At least say thank you!"
"madness!"
"No, you..." You You was about to reason with him when the person in front of her suddenly stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tightly, making her waist ache, but buried his head in her hair, his deep, slightly husky voice sounding in her ear, "Silly girl... don't do this."
"..." You You was stunned.
After a while...
"Ouch!" A scream rang out. "You stepped on me again?!"
"Just talk, who gave you permission to lay a hand on me?"
"you……"
"Let's go, we still need to find cultivation techniques!"
"...Hmph, my feet hurt so I can't walk."
"I'm leaving!"
"Wait a minute..."
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