The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1282: Recognizing the Master (6)

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1282: Recognizing the Master (6)

Yang Ruxin initially felt pain but later lost all sensation. She couldn’t help but exchange a terrified look with Gu Qingheng, for they both felt that the sword seemed to have stopped thrusting forward.

Neither dared to let go. What if the other became violent again?

No one knew how much time had passed when the originally lustrous white blade suddenly turned red.

Those outside all stared wide-eyed at this eerie sight.

The blade grew redder and redder until it finally emitted a blinding red light, forcing everyone to cover their eyes instinctively. When the red light dissipated and people opened their eyes again, they discovered that the Blood-drinking Sword had dropped to the ground and both Gu Qingheng and Yang Ruxin seemed to have fainted.

"Xinxin, young Master Gu..." Wan Song hurriedly ran over.

Wan Quan followed him in.

However, just as the two approached, the Blood-drinking Sword that had fallen on the ground emitted a resonant hum again and seemed to tremble. It even began emitting a faint red glow again.

Frightened, Wan Song quickly pulled his son back out.

Fortunately, once they were at a distance, the treasure sword slowly calmed down.

Yang Ruxin had just fainted momentarily. When Wan Song called her name, she had heard the sword’s humming sound. After a moment, she opened her eyes and glanced at her hands, finding they were no longer bleeding. The red birthmark in the palm of her hand seemed even more delicate. However, her being all right didn’t mean Gu Qingheng was too.

Gu Qingheng also came to his senses, "Xinxin, are you all right?"

Yang Ruxin shook her head, "I’m fine, but you’re not." Saying so, she swiftly sprinkled some medicine powder on the palms of his hands and began to bandage them, "You can’t touch water for three days."

"It’s just the perfect time for you to bathe me," Gu Qingheng laughed.

Yang Ruxin glanced at him, disdain in her eyes. What kind of timing was this, to be so shameless?

Yet, Gu Qingheng raised his eyebrows smugly.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t be bothered with this flirty fellow and reached out to pick up the treasure sword from the ground. The sword instantly regained its lustrous white color, and even the cold light retracted when she reached out to test the edge. Her fingers touched it without getting cut.

"It..." Wan Song walked in at that moment, looking incredulously at Yang Ruxin and the now utterly dull Blood-drinking Sword, "It has recognized a master!"

"Recognized a master?" Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly, "What does that mean?"

"It means, it has accepted you as its master," Wan Song clicked his tongue in amazement twice, "This sword has been in the Cold Ice Chamber for at least two hundred years. This is the first time it has recognized a master. Once a treasure sword recognizes a master, it can communicate with the master’s intentions..."

A glint flashed in Yang Ruxin’s eyes. Suddenly, she swung the sword at a Dark Ice Block beside her.

The once drab treasure sword flashed with cold light the moment it was swung, accompanied by a crisp crack. A piece of the ice block was cleanly sheared off, smooth as if it had been cut through tofu.

A complex light flashed in Wan Song’s eyes. The Thousand-year Dark Ice was as hard as Black Iron, yet the treasure sword had easily sliced through it – truly a Divine weapon.

A smile flickered in Yang Ruxin’s eyes. With this divine tool, there was hope for Elder Tang’s recovery, but... She immediately glanced at Gu Qingheng and handed the treasure sword to him, "I don’t like using swords. As husband and wife, we share one heart. If it communicates with my intentions, then it will do the same with you. Give it a try..."