Chapter 52: So exciting. He enjoyed her tests.
The entire visit process can be described as "three hours on the road and five minutes visiting".
Even as they walked out of the courtyard and prepared to get into the car, the two men's faces remained calm. They stopped in front of the car door at the same time and said at the same time, "I'm sorry..."
Then they were stunned at the same time and pursed their lips.
Du Wanwan couldn't help laughing. She understood what they were thinking.
It was simply that Yi Jiantai had never expected that his old classmate, who had made such a good promise on the phone, would turn sour the moment they met. Yi Jiantai didn't feel embarrassed, but he felt that he hadn't arranged things well and had made Du Wanwan feel wronged.
He was quite adept at socializing, but was completely indifferent to romantic relationships. In the past, Ye Shiqing had been the one to initiate all their relationships. He simply couldn't figure out the main reason behind Shang Yunle's ambivalent attitude.
As for Pei Xingyao, he thought that he had spoken too harshly and offended the legendary miracle doctor.
"You're worrying too much." Du Wanwan waved her hand. "Brother Yi, you don't have to feel guilty about this matter. You can talk to Shiqing about it. I think she'll know what's going on. Anyway, it's not your fault. Go back and work hard. You've already accomplished your current mission perfectly. Don't worry about the future. Miss Shang will definitely agree to my terms."
Despite what she said, Yi Jiantai still felt a surge of guilt. He agreed, but actually glanced at Pei Xingyao.
What he could not have expected the most was that Pei Xingyao, who had always been the most restrained, would react so strongly and be so angry with Shang Yunle.
Pei Xingyao's heart was also tense.
The meeting was quite unpleasant and unsuccessful. Yi Jiantai was her right-hand man, a close personal friend, and had done nothing wrong, so he was gently comforted.
But what about him?
He couldn't control his temper just now and almost got into trouble.
From the moment he couldn't control himself and blurted out sarcastic remarks to Shang Yunle, Pei Xingyao knew that he was in trouble.
He was just her assistant now, and even after yesterday's conversation, he had vowed to be a cool and rational assistant. How could such a cool and restrained person lose his composure by speaking harshly to someone arrogant and sarcastic?
His behavior, as the Internet says, is called "collapse of personality."
It's not his style to confront each other for no reason.
To put it mildly, it means being "too concerned" and "overly concerned." To put it more seriously, it means being "ignorant of etiquette," "lacking sense of propriety," and "not considering the occasion."
Regardless of which statement is made, accountability must be pursued.
When you work for your boss, you should do whatever he tells you to do. If he doesn't tell you to speak, why are you making trouble?
If it weren't for the driver's intelligence, this would have been a disaster.
Pei Xingyao doesn't regret it, but he feels guilty.
He stood by the car door, his hand raised to protect the top of the door to prevent her from bumping her head when getting in and out of the car. He was 185cm tall, slender, and upright like a pine tree. Normally, when he did this, he was indescribably reserved and elegant.
Now, he lowered his head, and his whole body was filled with nervousness.
Du Wanwan originally wanted to blame him, but when she saw him lowering his head and waiting to be scolded, she softened her heart.
She passed by Pei Xingyao silently and was about to get in the car, but she stopped near the door. As he put one hand on the door, she suddenly turned her head and looked up at him.
So close!
Pei Xingyao's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and he almost didn't dare to look her in the eye.
But he had just told her that everything was normal and he was still the rational and restrained assistant.
It was just a second of hesitation. Before Pei Xingyao could make a decision, he felt Du Wanwan raised her hand and patted his shoulder.
"Oh." She sighed and smiled.
The emotions in that laughter were helplessness, indulgence, and humor.
He heard her say, "Did Shang Yunle have a grudge against you before? Or did she do something to me before?"
What she meant was... Pei Xingyao's heart trembled and he looked over in surprise.
I saw a pair of smiling and trusting eyes.
So, what she meant was that she believed that he was not the type to target others for no reason, and that there must be a reason for his anger towards Shang Yunle.
The reason is nothing more than old grudges.
It just depends on whether this old grudge is because of him or because of her.
When she said she believed in the person she chose, she really believed in him and stood on his side without hesitation.
A surge of warmth surged like a hot spring, filling his limbs and bones. Pei Xingyao suddenly thought of the unexpected conversation yesterday. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he wanted to humble himself in the mud to prove that he had absolutely no covetous heart.
However, the distance between them, which was originally as far as heaven and earth, suddenly shortened a little?
At least, at this moment, he and Yi Jiantai received the same "tolerant" treatment.
He put the shackles of "assistant" on himself and pressed himself down heavily. But the position in her heart changed, and he was surprised to see that there was an extra step under his feet, which made him take a step closer with a humble attitude.
Pei Xingyao's palms were trembling slightly. He was so confused that he didn't know how to answer.
Du Wanwan seemed to know what was going on and gave him time to react. She got into the back seat of the car first and patted another back seat.
He could even sit in the back seat with her!
Pei Xingyao walked to the other side calmly and sat down expressionlessly, his chest almost bursting from his heartbeat.
For the first time, he was worried about the weakness of his ribs. He used most of his rationality to suppress his heartbeat, and the remaining rationality was used to think about how to answer her question seriously.
Unfortunately, Assistant Pei overestimated himself. His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't find a reasonable excuse. He couldn't say he'd seen Shang Yunle causing trouble in a past life. To make matters worse, the car door closed automatically, and Du Wanwan looked over at him.
It was a very ordinary glance, but Pei Xingyao was feeling guilty and afraid that his heartbeat would be heard, so the fuse in his head blew out with a ding.
He blurted out, "I just can't stand people talking about you like that!"
As soon as he said this, Pei Xingyao suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shut up. He bit his tongue so hard that it bled. The pain finally calmed his boiling mind a little.
When Pei Xingyao thought about the nonsense he had said, the other half of his brain was frightened and woke up.
It's over! What did he promise her yesterday? She must be angry!
Du Wanwan saw him holding his breath, and somehow it made her want to laugh.
"Although we've already agreed on this, the requirements aren't that strict." Du Wanwan said suggestively, "Forget it, I won't say any more. Since I'm keeping you by my side, I trust that you know your limits."
Pei Xingyao understood instantly.
This is a "probationary period assessment"!
Believing in him meant that she would let him handle the task of judging the situation, and she would be responsible for scoring.
"Why...why?" Pei Xingyao asked cautiously.
Is this trust?
Is her trust so heavy?
Du Wanwan didn't answer directly, but instead asked him an unrelated question: "When I was a child, I always dreamed of becoming a sword cultivator with explosive combat power, wielding a cold and radiant spirit sword, and killing everyone in sight. Assistant Pei, do you know how sword cultivators practice swordsmanship?"
Pei Xingyao's heartbeat, which had just been suppressed, began to beat wildly again. He couldn't help but bite it. The tip of his tongue, which was already bitten and bleeding, felt a sharp pain. He pursed his lips to prevent himself from shouting out what was in his heart -
How could you not know? I am your sword!
He didn't dare say it out loud, and Du Wanwan didn't really care how he answered.
She knew that Pei Xingyao's talent in cultivating immortals was quite average, and his strength lay in ancient martial arts, but Pei Xingyao's brain was like a supercomputer and a super database, with an astonishing reserve of knowledge.
He doesn't know how to cultivate immortality, but he definitely knows what she is talking about.
"In the age of urban immortal cultivation, we must cultivate in a civilized and scientific manner, and no one should engage in violence or killing. Other types of immortal cultivation are fine; at most, they can just build a stove at home and draw some talismans, but what about sword cultivation?"
"An unsharpened sword cannot be called a spirit sword. However, a sharpened spirit sword is a controlled spirit weapon. It must be reported to the Spirit Weapon Identification Office of the Metaphysical Administration Bureau for a viciousness assessment and be stamped with a sword master code." Du Wanwan asked, "Do you know what a sword master code is?"
Pei Xingyao nodded silently.
How could he not know?
The Sword Master Code is a special spell, a program, the equivalent of a spirit sword's DNA. In the Metaphysical Administration's database, each Sword Master Code is unique, meaning a spirit sword will always belong to a single sword cultivator. A sword imprinted with a Sword Master Code is like having a guardian. No matter what happens—
Whether it is lost, hurting someone, or going in and out of public places.
Whenever a spirit sword was carried, it was scanned and recorded. Even the scars inflicted would bear traces of the sword's owner's spell code. Using the sword's owner's code, inspectors from the Xuanguan Bureau could, like analyzing a suspect's DNA, identify and compare it to pinpoint the offending sword.
A spirit sword is not a fruit knife. It is a natural weapon. In ancient times, even the swords in the hands of those who practiced the righteous way of cultivation were used to slay demons and monsters, and were born to drink blood.
No one can eliminate the bloodthirsty nature of the spirit sword, and the only way is to use the sword master's code to control the sword master himself.
Du Wanwan's voice was gentle and unhurried. "Many people say that the Sword Master Code is merely proof of guardianship of the spirit sword, limiting the Sword Master's responsibilities. But living beings have also established legal limits on juvenile delinquency, yet juvenile crimes continue to occur. Can using the Sword Master Code as a guardian prevent spirit swords from injuring people? For spirit swords, drinking blood and killing are inherent. Even if a sharpened blade has no intention of harming, if someone presses their palm against it, can it still control its blade and not injure someone?"
Pei Xingyao placed his hands on his knees, stiffly maintaining a pretended leisure. He responded in his heart with an expressionless face:
Yes. Why not?
All the things that cannot be done are either because of stupidity or because of lack of love.
In the previous life, when he was the Du family's ancestral spiritual sword, he successfully restrained every bloodthirsty desire for her.
The spiritual energy in that world had been revived for a long time, and the laws and regulations were very sound. The Du family disliked it because it was too sharp and was unwilling to use it, so they kept it locked in a box.
It was she who liberated it from the darkness.
More than two hundred years later, he still clearly remembered the moment when a ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and how those tender hands took it out of the box with some difficulty.
She rubbed her face against his scabbard and said to it, "Baby, I'm here and I won't let you stay in the box anymore. Come on, sign a contract with me."
Memories and reality intertwined, her hearty laughter at that time overlapped with the sickly words in front of her.
"I've heard that many sword cultivators, in order to facilitate their work and move freely in various situations without leaving any trace, will mark their spirit swords with 'dullness'. However, I have always felt that a spirit sword and its master are interdependent and spiritually connected, a separate self. If I had a spirit sword, I would definitely not be willing to mark it with 'dullness'. If I were willing to bear the sword master's code for it, it would definitely be willing to restrain my killing intent for me."
Dull meaning... Pei Xingyao was in a trance, and instantly seemed to have returned to the day when she was carried to the Spiritual Weapon Appraisal Institute of the Xuanguan Bureau.
He was confused at that time and didn't know what the contract she was talking about was. It was not until the Sword Master Code hit his body that he understood what was happening.
At that time, she was only twelve years old and she said the same thing.
She said she couldn't bear to do it.
I can't bear to label him as "dull".
His mind gradually became clearer, and as he listened to the discussions around him, he understood what "dull intention" meant.
A sharpened spirit sword must be stamped with a sword master code. Its whereabouts will be recorded in the Xuanguan Bureau's database wherever it enters or leaves the sword. Granted, that database is the most confidential and secure in the world, never to be leaked. Even if Xuanguan Bureau inspectors want to check a sword's owner code, they must apply according to regulations.
In terms of privacy protection, it is stricter than applying for a gun.
However, some wealthy people, as if born to do evil, do not like their itineraries to be tracked, and do not like to use swordsmen with sword master codes. Therefore, there is another solution, which is to add another kind of spell to the spirit sword - "Dun Yi".
As the name suggests, it turns a sharpened spiritual sword into an unsharpened blunt sword, which can no longer cut anything.
I couldn’t even cut an apple, I could only pick it up and smash the cucumber.
If the spirit sword were a person, the "Sword Master Code" would be like giving the spirit sword a QR code, allowing it to scan for entry and exit, but without restricting its personal freedom. Meanwhile, the "Dun Yi" would be like creating a humanoid steel cage, completely cutting off the spirit sword's perception of the outside world and turning it into a vegetative state.
A sword cultivator who carries this kind of sword is essentially using it as a staff and is no longer considered a true sword cultivator. Although their inner selves have changed, and the relationship between the sword master and the spirit sword has been completely severed, they still appear to be carrying a sword.
Moreover, there are benefits: employers like you and you can get a high salary.
Therefore, this is the choice of the vast majority of sword cultivators in the urban world of immortal cultivation.
As more and more sword cultivators were labeled "Dull", over time, the few who chose the Sword Master code began to form a fixed impression in the public mind. They were either dangerous people who had to be reported when entering public places, or madmen who had been bewitched by spiritual swords and lost their minds.
Only Du Wanwan is different.
She is neither a dangerous person nor has she lost her mind due to the spiritual sword.
She just followed her nature as a swordsman and believed in her sword.
From that time on, her trust was a sweet test for him.
He could turn the table and act according to his instincts at any time, but every second, he maintained a sense of propriety. In the extreme torment of reason, he fought against his nature while enjoying the warmth brought by her trust.
It was like walking on a spider's thread, with a cliff a thousand feet below. He could easily spread his wings and become a demon, circling and roaring in the abyss. But for her, he was willing to hide his demonic wings and use his feet, step by step, struggling to maintain his balance, walking on her spider thread called trust, towards a future with no end.
Despite the fear and threat of possible doom behind him at any time, he was still looking forward to it.
Looking forward to her trust and looking forward to her praise.
Because she said to him: "I believe you are not a stupid sword. The sword master and the spiritual sword are one. I believe you are spiritual. I will leave the control of the sword's edge to you."
How naive and foolish she had been back then. For nearly two hundred years, he had remained a cold sword, unable to respond to her. Yet, she had persisted in her trust for two hundred years, never willing to label it "blunt."
How could he bear to betray such a foolish trust?
Because of these words, because of her trust, he abided by the measure she said and restrained his nature time and time again.
Many times, even when human skin was beneath his blade, he could already smell the scent of blood, and the instinct of the sword was about to break through his rationality. But when her hand was on his sword hilt, he could control himself.
No matter how beautiful blood is, how can it compare to the touch of her hands?
Instead of indulging in killing millions of people, it is better to cultivate a spiritual body and feel her warmth once.
Her warmth... Pei Xingyao's body trembled slightly, and he instantly recalled the feeling of hugging her yesterday.
The luxury that was out of reach in his previous life has now come true.
And she was still around, giving him a new test.
"Some say we shouldn't let spirit swords lead us astray, and that they should be strictly controlled. Otherwise, the sword's blade is double-edged, capable of wounding others, and the sword's owner will ultimately be wounded by the sword itself."
"But I don't think so."
Now, the woman he had longed for for three lifetimes was right beside him, smiling and with a soft gaze. She looked at him deeply, and once again placed the "measure" that could destroy her in his hands, allowing him to control it.
"I'm willing to take the risk and leave the decision to you. I don't want a spirit sword with a 'blunt intention', I just want it to have a 'Sword Master Code'. Do you understand?"
Pei Xingyao nodded silently.
What she meant was... she wasn't asking him to suppress his feelings for her, and his love didn't offend her. However, she didn't want his feelings for her to become an obstacle.
As for how to strike the right balance between "never suppress" and "don't hinder", it was a brand new test she gave him.
The test is new, but the reward remains.
Always her trust.
Pei Xingyao had lived two lives as a human being, and for the first time, every cell in his body screamed with excitement.
He couldn't help but lick the canine teeth with the tip of his bloody tongue.
My mouth tasted of blood.
So exciting.
He enjoyed her tests.
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