hooklinebooks Chapter 59: If I had known that blondie would also be forcibly trained by the spirit sword!
Chapter 59: If I had known that blondie would also be forcibly trained by the spirit sword!
[Phoenix Cry Sword: Oh... my little darling, I never imagined you actually had a sword master. I love you even more now...]
Faced with Fengming Sword's words, which were even more servile than Xiao Bai's Purple Nether Sword, Dong Mo was speechless.
Wait a minute. This...this isn't right, is it?
I told them I already had a spirit sword, but why did this freakish spirit sword get even more excited?
Before Dong Mo could react, he felt an invisible force surging from the Phoenix Cry Sword.
The sword slowly floated up, spun half a circle in the air, and its tip was aimed at Dong Mo's chest.
Then a powerful suction force suddenly emanated from the Phoenix Cry Sword, like an invisible hand desperately trying to grab his spiritual power and pull it into the sword.
Upon seeing this, Dong Mo's expression changed.
"What the hell... Is there no law anymore?! How can I, a dignified blond guy, be raped like this female protagonist?!"
Realizing something was wrong, Dong Mo hurriedly circulated his internal energy, trying to seal the spiritual power within his body and prevent the Phoenix Cry Sword from absorbing it.
However, the strength of this suction force far exceeded his expectations. It was as if the spiritual energy was being forcibly pulled out of his meridians by an invisible hand, and continuously flowed towards the Phoenix Cry Sword.
[Phoenix Cry Sword: Darling~ It's just you and me here, so just be a good girl and submit to me! You can scream your lungs out, but no one will come to save you!]
The text on the panel kept popping up, and the tone became increasingly greasy and unrestrained.
The Phoenix Cry Sword drew an arc in the air and landed directly in Dong Mo's hand.
The instant the sword hilt touched his palm, Dong Mo felt a warm force surge through his palm and into his arm.
Immediately afterwards, the rate at which Dong Mo's spiritual energy was draining from his body suddenly increased by 30%.
[Phoenix Cry Sword: How was it, my darling? Aren't I incredibly powerful? Compared to the swords you used before, which one is stronger?]
Dong Mo didn't have time to answer. The spiritual energy in his body was draining away at a visible rate. Nearly half of the spiritual energy that was originally abundant in his meridians had disappeared, and it was still draining away at an even faster rate.
Dong Mo tried to loosen his grip on the sword hilt, but his fingers seemed glued to it and he couldn't shake them off.
Feng Aotian! Where are you? Hurry and save me!
In his heart, Dong Mo cried out for help frantically.
Can you please stop making me pay for your spirit sword?
However, even if Dong Mo called out in his heart, or even if he shouted it out loud, Song Qiuyu and Feng Lingshuang, who had already left the cabin, would not hear his cries for help.
At this moment, only Dong Mo himself and a certain abnormal spirit sword that was frantically absorbing Dong Mo's spiritual power were in the cargo hold.
Just as Dong Mo felt he was about to be drained dry and his vision suddenly went black!
The Devouring True Blood, which had been dormant within Dong Mo's body, was suddenly awakened by the commotion created by the Phoenix Cry Sword!
Immediately afterwards, the dialogue panel unique to the Devouring Heaven True Blood suddenly opened in front of Dong Mo.
Along with the panel, an incomparably powerful bloodline force also appeared.
[Devouring Heaven's True Blood: Mom! Mom!]
[The Devouring Heaven True Blood thought, "Where did this stray dog come from, daring to steal my mother's spiritual power?"]
At the same moment the panel lit up, Dong Mo suddenly discovered that the speed at which the Phoenix Cry Sword absorbed his spiritual power was suddenly effectively curbed!
The power of the bloodline originating from the Devouring Heaven True Blood acted like a city wall and shield, blocking the invasion of the Phoenix Cry Sword.
Immediately afterwards, Dong Mo felt the power of the Devouring Heaven True Blood confronting the suction force of the Phoenix Cry Sword, and the two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war of spiritual energy within his body.
[Phoenix Cry Sword: Hey...where did this little brat come from! Running around here looking for his mother! Get lost!]
Seeing that the Devouring Heaven True Blood was about to launch an attack, the greasy Phoenix Cry Sword not only did not back down, but instead increased its suction power.
On the other hand, the Devouring Heaven True Blood was not to be outdone, desperately protecting Dong Mo's spiritual power from being taken away by the other party.
The two forces collided violently within Dong Mo's body, like a tug-of-war, going back and forth, neither giving way.
Dong Mo felt like a bean caught between two millstones, in excruciating pain. His meridians swelled and contracted intermittently, and his spiritual energy surged wildly under the pull of the two forces, causing his veins to throb with pain.
"You! Enough! All of you... Stop it..."
Dong Mo squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.
However, neither of these two forces listened to him.
Seeing Dong Mo suffer, the Tranquil Sword Technique, which had been dormant for a long time, could only watch helplessly.
Finally, out of concern for Dong Mo, even the usually reserved Jingxin Sword Technique chose to join the battle to break up the fight.
[Tranquil Sword Technique: Dong Mo, don't run! I'm here to help you!]
Just as the Tranquil Sword Technique was about to enter the battlefield, a three-way battle was about to unfold around Dong Mo.
"Dong Mo?"
Feng Ling Shuang's voice suddenly came from outside the cargo hold.
Immediately afterwards, the cargo door was pushed open from the outside.
Feng Ling Shuang leaned in halfway, her azure eyes filled with a hint of doubt.
"Have you... seen my Phoenix Cry Sword? I've looked all over but can't find it..."
Before Feng Ling Shuang finished speaking, her gaze drifted directly to Dong Mo's palm.
At this moment, the Phoenix Cry Sword was lying peacefully in Dong Mo's palm. The scabbard was not moving at all, and the sword itself did not fluctuate at all. It looked like an ordinary spirit sword.
It showed none of the frantic energy-absorbing behavior it had displayed just moments before.
Dong Mo: "..."
The moment Feng Ling Shuang pushed open the door, the Phoenix Cry Sword in his hand, like a thief caught red-handed, decisively released all its suction, even completely dissipating the warmth emanating from the sword.
Heh... Alright! Your spirit sword is even pretending to be dead!
Phoenix Cry Sword, huh? You really know how to play...
Feng Ling Shuang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the Phoenix Cry Sword.
"Dong Mo, so the Phoenix Cry Sword was with you all along! No wonder I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked."
Feng Ling Shuang walked into the compartment, picked up the Phoenix Cry Sword, and casually tucked it back into her waistband.
Dong Mo felt a pang of guilt as he watched her actions.
"You probably... left it here just now, right?"
"Maybe." Feng Ling Shuang nodded, her gaze sweeping over Dong Mo's face, and suddenly she frowned.
"Huh? Junior brother, why are you all sweaty?"
Dong Mo then realized that his forehead and face were covered in fine beads of sweat, and his clothes were soaked through.
"Well……"
Dong Mo's mind raced, and he blurted out a random, fabricated answer.
"Maybe the cabin was too stuffy, the ventilation wasn't very good."
Feng Ling Shuang nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this: "It is indeed a bit stuffy in here. Just bear with it a little longer. Once the cargo ship leaves Heming Mountain, you can come out for some fresh air."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Senior Sister Feng."
Dong Mo forced a smile.
Feng Ling Shuang waved her hand, turned around and left.
Just as Feng Ling Shuang was about to get up and leave, Feng Ming Jian, who had been pretending to be dead, sent him a pop-up message.
[Phoenix Cry Sword: Little darling~ This isn't over yet! I'll always be watching you, so don't get left out~ *slurp*]
Staring at the bizarre text on the panel, Dong Mo suddenly felt a very strong premonition. With this monstrous spirit sword in his possession, he feared his journey to the Central Continent would be anything but peaceful…