Chapter 18: So Young And Already A Father To Someone Else
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t feel how difficult this mission was, but looking at the chilling light and heavy pressure on the sword, she deeply doubted the system’s credibility.
However, she still brought the sword’s edge closer with her own blood.
The blood snaked its way along, and the long sword began to vibrate, emitting a continuous, long cry, as if resisting.
Ming Zhaoshuang felt pain in her internal organs from this power, thinking that she might be killed by the sword before even starting the master recognition ceremony.
But soon, it was as if it had been slapped, and it obediently accepted Ming Zhaoshuang’s blood.
By the time the blood, exuding an aura of ice and snow, completely enveloped the long sword, the sword finally stopped its sounds.
Ming Zhaoshuang slowly drew her unique magic seal on the sword.
The long sword was unusually obedient, just as the system had said, with no intention of resisting anymore.
When the magic seal was formed, Ming Zhaoshuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this long sword was truly extraordinary, to have resisted before the master recognition ceremony had even begun. If it weren’t for the system’s instructions, she wouldn’t even be able to get close to it, let alone subdue it.
Ming Zhaoshuang asked the system, “Does it have a name?”
Weapons, to a certain degree, all have the function of being named. The final step of the master recognition ceremony is “bestowing a name,” and this divine weapon is naturally no exception.
However, Ming Zhaoshuang had no idea if the sword’s previous owner had named it. If so, she was willing to respect its former owner and use its original name.
The system said, “No, since it has recognized you as its master, the name will be chosen by you, the host.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I have no talent for naming things, and disposing of it casually feels disrespectful. If it is willing, let it be named ‘Fushuang’ after my name.”
The long sword vibrated, emitting a crisp sound, as if protesting.
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned, deep in thought about changing the name, when she saw the long sword, as if it had been slapped again, its edge turning aside, the entire sword appearing listless.
However, the words “Fushuang” slowly appeared on the sword’s body.
A white light flashed, and the master recognition ceremony was completed.
The system also quickly healed Ming Zhaoshuang’s palm, telling her how to sign the Life and Death Contract:
“He needs to drink your heart blood to be able to…”
Following the system’s instructions, Ming Zhaoshuang slashed herself on the chest with Fushuang, and blood spurted out.
Ming Zhaoshuang endured the pain, lifted the dragon head lying on the ground, and let it slowly approach her chest to receive the flowing blood.
Dragon breath was exhaled, like white frost, scattering on her chest, bringing a warm aura.
Just as Ming Zhaoshuang thought it was almost time to form the pact, she suddenly heard the dragon murmur softly:
“Dad…”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “…”
Very well, on the first day, she was both father and mother.
She placed the dragon head on her lap, looking at the dragon’s body, which was about five to six zhang long, her face pale, and her hands formed a seal:
“Friendship is heavy, life and death are light. Since heart blood is drunk, then the will is unjust. Heaven and Earth bear witness, this pact is eternal.”
In an instant, a great blood light erupted, clouds moved, and the wind was light, and the surroundings fell into silence.
A red thread quietly appeared on Ming Zhaoshuang’s middle finger, extending all the way to the dragon’s body, winding along.
The Life and Death Contract was formed.
A bloody taste rose in Ming Zhaoshuang’s throat, and she violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
The red thread gradually dissipated, and Ming Zhaoshuang finally exhausted her strength, propping herself up with the sword, gasping for breath.
Heart blood is of great significance to any cultivator; at best, it results in the loss of several years of lifespan, and at worst, lifelong weakness and greatly reduced talent.
This was why the system had been hesitant and stammering earlier.
This dragon, who looked like he was about to die, was unexpectedly able to drink so much.
Ming Zhaoshuang tidied her clothes and patted the dragon’s face:
“You dead dragon, live a little longer, I don’t want to shorten my lifespan.”
The system said, “Host, you’ve worked hard. Leave the rest to me!”
A pale green spiritual flow spread around Ming Zhaoshuang, slowly nourishing her meridians. The wound on her chest also gradually smoothed over with the appearance of this spiritual flow, healing at a visible rate. However, the sense of weakness within her lingered for a long time.
The spiritual flow followed Ming Zhaoshuang’s body, slowly enveloping the entire dragon, bringing a warm, misty aura.
The dragon seemed to gradually calm down with the appearance of this spiritual flow, its previously uneven breathing becoming steady.
However, the system seemed to be struggling greatly, only able to slowly heal Ming Zhaoshuang’s losses, and it was even more difficult when facing the dragon.
At least Ming Zhaoshuang’s external injuries healed quickly, but this dragon seemed unchanged, still ragged and broken. Its tough scales were mostly gone, revealing scorched black flesh from the heavenly thunder, not to mention its internal injuries.
Ming Zhaoshuang was not impatient, so she simply sat down to cultivate with the dragon.
Despite her weakness, time is of the essence in the cultivation world.
Three days later, a loud laugh echoed, startling Ming Zhaoshuang awake from her meditation.
She looked towards the source of the sound and saw Qin Feilong. He had already refined the Dragon King’s essence blood and inherited the dragon bloodline, undergoing a qualitative change all over his body. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to have already broken through the Golden Core Stage and was forming his Golden Core.
The system also seemed to have finally found time to look after her, its voice filled with exhaustion:
“Host, it’s time to leave.”
Once Qin Feilong leaves, this secret realm will close.
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at the dragon sleeping peacefully on her body.
The dragon horns had been repaired, most of the scales were healed, and the exposed flesh was no longer gruesome. Its face was still dirty, but there were no scars, and it looked like it was recovering well.
Its breathing was steady, and it seemed to be out of danger.
Ming Zhaoshuang took out an invisibility talisman and applied it to herself.
But she soon discovered that there were no more invisibility talismans in the stack the system had given her. She said:
“System, give me another invisibility talisman. Otherwise, this guy is too big to transport out.”
The system stammered, “I only have these talismans left. Once they’re used up, they’re used up.”
Ming Zhaoshuang snorted coldly.
Crying pitifully when the mission wasn’t completed, and turning her back on her after it was done, not even giving an extra talisman.
What’s the difference between this and a black-hearted boss, wanting the cow to run but not giving it the feed.
Ming Zhaoshuang calculated, the system had given her about thirteen talismans: two invisibility talismans, two defense talismans, three explosion talismans, three shrink talismans, and three immobilization talismans.
The two invisibility talismans had already been used. Ming Zhaoshuang took out a shrink talisman and applied it to the dragon’s body.
Soon, the enormous dragon had shrunk to the size of a palm. Ming Zhaoshuang picked him up and hid him in her sleeve.
She glanced at her now black robes and hands, stained by the black dragon, and frowned, casting a cleansing spell.
The system said, “Host, its scales were blackened by Nirvana Heavenly Thunder. Ordinary cleansing spells are useless. You need to rinse it with water mixed with spiritual power.”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at her soiled robes and, without looking back, left the secret realm.
