Feng Qishi remained silent, accepted the Soul Sword, and stepped back.
Piao, seeing Feng Qishi’s silence, didn't press the topic further. She shifted her gaze to Mu Anxiao’s face. “She won’t wake up for a while.”
Feng Qishi asked, “Is she alright now?”
Piao smiled. “Yes, she’s alright.”
“That’s good.” Feng Qishi breathed a sigh of relief and made the Soul Sword in his hand disappear.
Piao glanced at Feng Qishi’s hand. “What do you plan to do with this sword?”
“I’m not telling you.”
Piao smiled faintly, reached out, and patted Feng Qishi’s shoulder before walking around him towards the round table.
Then, Feng Qishi turned his head to look at Piao’s retreating back. As he reached out to hold Mu Anxiao’s hand, he felt an unusual spiritual energy circulating within her body.
This spiritual energy, he thought, might allow Mu Anxiao to cultivate to the ninth level of spiritual energy. However, he was puzzled why Piao didn’t seem to notice it.
At the round table, Piao calmly watched Feng Qishi’s back, her lips curving upwards. She thought, “The Soul Sword might suit her.”
Hearing this, Feng Qishi released Mu Anxiao’s hand and asked back mentally without turning, “You don’t want Chen and the others to know?”
“Yes.”
“The Soul Sword belongs to your world. It might not be appropriate for Mu Anxiao to use it.”
“You decide, but she did cultivate her spiritual energy with the Soul Sword, and the sword doesn’t seem to have harmed her.”
As far as Feng Qishi knew, no deity pierced by the Soul Sword had ever survived. The vine spirit knew this, which was why she had given the Soul Sword to A Xia.
However, once the Soul Sword deemed someone worthy, it would not harm them. Such a situation had never occurred in this world before, and Feng Qishi found it surprising that it had happened with Mu Anxiao.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” Piao asked mentally again.
Feng Qishi replied mentally, “I’m still considering.”
“As you wish. I believe… the Soul Sword is a very good magical artifact for Mu Anxiao.”
“……”
Seeing that Feng Qishi was ignoring her, Piao didn’t continue.
In the early morning, Mu Anxiao slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head and was startled. “Shen Fengzi?” She reached out and gently poked Feng Qishi’s forehead.
Last night, Mu Anxiao had been plagued by nightmares.
In her dreams, Shen Yan reappeared before her. Although he didn’t resent her, he seemed to find fault with everything she did, a feeling that terrified her.
Following the fear, Piao appeared.
Due to proximity, she accidentally brushed his sleeve. Unexpectedly, he became furious and struck her away with a palm. At that moment, she tasted blood in her mouth and looked up to see a hospital building.
In the blink of an eye, the scene of Feng Qishi falling from the hospital roof vividly appeared before her eyes.
In a pool of blood, Feng Qishi, dressed in ancient attire, lay on the ground, his eyes vacant as he stared at her, repeatedly murmuring, “I don’t want to die, don’t want to die.”
His voice was so real, yet the passersby offered no help. She could only watch him helplessly, utterly unable to do anything.
Then, her surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness.
Voices filled with hatred assailed her ears. Turning around, she saw all the demon souls wielding Soul Swords, charging towards her. She was completely powerless, allowing them to stab the Soul Swords into her body.
In an instant, she lay in a pool of blood, her spiritual energy depleted.
Thinking back now, she couldn’t help but shudder.
At the same time, Feng Qishi opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at Mu Anxiao groggily. “You’re awake.”
“You’re not dead?”
“No.” Feng Qishi replied, swallowing.
Because the dream had been so vivid, Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Feng Qishi’s words.
Feng Qishi took her arm. “What happened last night before A Xia arrived?”
Mu Anxiao still had a clear memory of Gui Xiao’s scheme.
However, she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.
“Nothing much, just had a fight with him, then… I met A Xia. I’m fine.”
“Why is your face full of injuries?”
Feng Qishi’s words had not made Mu Anxiao feel the pain on her face, but his reminder made her gasp. She quickly jumped down from the table and hurried to the bronze mirror. Bending over, she looked into the mirror and was stunned.
“Shen Fengzi,” she gently touched her cheek. “What happened to my face?”
Hearing Mu Anxiao’s sharp question, Feng Qishi suddenly remembered the method he had used yesterday to expel her Yin Qi and resentment.
He then glanced towards Mu Anxiao and said, “Perhaps it’s from your fight yesterday…”
“These are clearly knife wounds,” Mu Anxiao interrupted.
Feng Qishi: “……”
Then, Mu Anxiao straightened up, turned to Feng Qishi, and asked, “Tell me, what exactly happened?”
“I… I was saving you,” Feng Qishi said, looking unnatural.
“Saving me, my face,” Mu Anxiao hurried back to Feng Qishi’s side. “Never mind, I won’t hold it against you. Just heal me!”
“This is a celestial dagger. I… cannot heal it. We can only wait for it to heal slowly,” Feng Qishi said, staring at the scar on Mu Anxiao’s face. “Actually, it’s quite beautiful.”
“Quite beautiful?” Mu Anxiao dared not grin widely, fearing the wound would crack. “Then let me make a cut on your face, and you can see how it feels.”
“If you wish,” Feng Qishi spread out his hand, conjuring a dagger. “Come on, this way we’ll be a better match.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao’s face stiffened. “Forget it. I’ll just be disfigured. You continue like this!”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Come on, you…”
Mu Anxiao pushed Feng Qishi’s hand away. “Actually, an extra scar on my face doesn’t mean much to me. Besides, you did this to save me.”
Although, deep down, she felt saddened by her disfigurement, thinking about the tragic scene in her dream made her realize that a scar on her face was nothing. All that mattered was that she was still alive!
“You really have a positive outlook,” Feng Qishi chuckled.
Mu Anxiao knew she shouldn’t smile, so she said with a cold expression, “Even if I don’t have a positive outlook, you can’t heal me anyway.”
Feng Qishi was silent for a moment. “Just a joke.”
Mu Anxiao blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Yesterday, I also thought you would be disfigured like this. However, after thinking about it all night, I realized… I can help you heal it.” Feng Qishi gently poked Mu Anxiao’s wound.
Mu Anxiao winced in pain. “Take your hand away.” She pulled his hand away.
Feng Qishi smiled. “Come, close your eyes.”
“Why do I need to close my eyes?”
“It might be a bit bloody, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.”
“Bloody,” Mu Anxiao repeated, and closed her eyes.