Xiao Hei
"Yes." She was able to resolve it, and in the end, it was a close call.
However, Yun Qian couldn't help but feel guilty for dragging Qin Wu down and causing him serious internal injuries. Although Qin Wu would also be injured when he subdued the divine sword according to the original story, it was probably not nearly as severe as it was today.
Tomorrow I must find Baichuan to discuss properly how to give this junior brother a good treatment and nourishment.
The small black sword lay quietly in his palm, no longer making a sound, as if it too was calming down from its earlier agitation.
After a long silence, Yun Qian spoke again, breaking the stillness: "Do you... have a name?"
The little black sword moved almost imperceptibly, responding calmly, "No. You are my first master, and will be my only one."
It didn't utter the last sentence. Ordinary divine artifacts are born of heaven and earth, can be inherited, and can have multiple masters, each of whom can borrow their power... But this one is different. From the moment its consciousness was born in chaos, it knew that it would only have one destined master.
Its full power can only be truly controlled by the one who can resist its inherent allure.
It waited for countless years in that lonely and eternally chaotic realm before finally welcoming Yun Qian. Therefore, even though this mortal cultivator was now full of doubts and even some disdain, it could not feel any real anger.
After all, it has waited far too long.
"Then I'll name one for you?" Yun Qian suggested.
“According to the rules, it is indeed you who should bestow the name.” The little black sword’s tone remained indifferent, but the tip of the sword curled up almost imperceptibly, and he had a vague feeling that this person probably couldn’t come up with a majestic and awe-inspiring name.
Without much thought, Yun Qian blurted out, "Let's call him Xiao Hei."
The little black sword stiffened abruptly, then trembled violently. For a long time, it couldn't utter a single word... It knew it! Why was this person its destined one?! It was a divine sword of heaven and earth! A being born from the chaos, fighting against all evil thoughts! Little Black?! What's the difference between that name and that of a stray dog on the street?!
"This name sounds good, let's use it for now." Yun Qian blinked, her tone somewhat coaxing. "We'll change it for you later when we think of something more suitable."
This is clearly just a perfunctory excuse! But what can a mere sword do to resist? It can only feel a little aggrieved. Why did heaven and earth give birth to it, but not at the same time bestow upon it a name?
In Bi'an Hall.
Bai Chuan frowned, staring at Qin Wu, who lay unconscious on the bed.
Qin Wu's internal injuries weren't actually that serious; the main problem was that the overwhelming power of the divine sword had damaged some of his meridians. Yesterday, he arrived in time to channel spiritual energy into him to stabilize his injuries and also gave him a pill to regulate his spiritual energy. Normally, he should have woken up long ago.
"You've been staring at him for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Do you think staring like that will wake him up?" Bai Ji leaned back lazily in a round-backed chair, holding an exquisitely crafted wooden pagoda in his hands, studying it with great interest. As he spoke, he deftly manipulated the tiny mechanisms on the pagoda with his fingers.
The exquisite pagoda spun smoothly in his hands, its internal mechanisms making a regular "click-clack" sound.
"So annoying." Bai Chuan was annoyed by the noise. Without turning his head, he casually pulled out a silencing talisman from his storage bag and flung it towards the Linglong Pagoda without even looking at it. The talisman accurately adhered to the pagoda, and the "click" stopped abruptly.
Bai Ji, his face full of disbelief, stood up abruptly, pointing the exquisite tower, which had instantly become mute, at Bai Chuan: "Your own medical skills are poor, and you can't cure people, so you take it out on my precious tower?"
"Your skills haven't improved over the years of cultivation, but your temper has certainly grown!" he said, as he moved closer to Baichuan, almost pressing against him. "You're a medical cultivator, and instead of focusing on your herbs and acupuncture, you've learned to draw these random talismans? You think you're the only one who can draw talismans?"
Bai Ji got closer and closer, and Bai Chuan's brows furrowed more and more. He reached out and tried to push Bai Ji away a little, but Bai Ji was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to him again immediately.
The two were shoving and pushing each other in front of Qin Wu's bed, neither of them noticing that the person on the bed had already opened his eyes.
Qin Wu had just regained consciousness and his thoughts were still a bit slow. Seeing his two senior brothers arguing by his bedside, he didn't know how to interrupt them.
He opened his mouth several times, but the words he wanted to say were swallowed back down, making him seem somewhat at a loss.
Just then, two barely perceptible golden lights flashed by, and the two people pulling at each other in front of the bed froze instantly, remaining rooted to the spot in their pushing and shoving posture.
"Next time I encounter this situation, I can just draw a stillness symbol, which will save time and effort."
Yun Qian's voice came from outside the door. She slowly walked into the room and gently patted Bai Chuan and Bai Ji on the shoulder. The two relaxed and regained their ability to move.
Bai Chuan snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with Bai Ji any longer. With a dark face, he bent down and continued to take Qin Wu's pulse.
Bai Ji felt extremely aggrieved and complained, "Senior Sister! He used a silence talisman on my tower just now, and now you're using a stillness talisman on me! You're both ganging up on me!"
Yun Qian ignored Bai Ji's lament and turned her gaze to Qin Wu on the bed, her tone gentle: "Your third senior brother is best at drawing these... well, ingenious talismans. If you are interested in the future, you can ask him to teach you."
Qin Wu was still unfamiliar with Yun Qian, and his face showed little expression. However, when he met Yun Qian's gaze, his eyes subconsciously shifted slightly away, showing the restraint of a newcomer.
"Yes, Senior Sister," he replied in a low voice, nodding.
Perhaps because she was the senior sister, Yun Qian always saw her three junior brothers as having a childlike quality that needed to be taken care of.
Seeing Qin Wu trying to remain calm despite his injuries, with a cold yet somewhat bewildered expression, Yun Qian's maternal instincts welled up. Almost instinctively, she reached out and gently stroked Qin Wu's head.
The hair is smooth and soft, and feels surprisingly good to the touch.
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