"This…this…" Jin Pingyue did not believe her eyes.
In the sword buzz, she felt like staying in an ancient battle field where sharp killing intent swept across as if crushing the sky. Strong sword intent released from the wood box incessantly penetrated her palm, and swam wildly in her body as though igniting all of her blood.
"Monk, Brother Lin, what…what kind of sword it is?" She was astonished by the awesomeness of the sword
So did the monk and Lin Qingfeng, staring at each other in surprise without speaking a word. Albeit experienced, they never saw such a marvelous weapon.
"Martial uncle, the sword has spirit!" Fang Xian'er explained eagerly.
"What!?" This time the three guys screeched in a chorus.
Fang Xian'er nodded, "It's a beautiful phoenix!"
"Phoenix? Spirit beast!" Startled, Jin Pingyue hurried to grasp the sword handle. At once, traces of blazing red light enwrapped her palm and spread along her body like a swimming snake. In a breath, the light gulped her and scared others away.
The crimson light surged between the sword that was integrated with her body, and her who quivered like shocked by electricity.
Nervous, the monk and Lin Qingfeng did not figure out what was happening, and moved towards to separate her from the sword.
"Don't!" She opened her eyes abruptly and yelled when noticing their moves.
"Pingyue, how do you feel now?" Lin Qingfeng asked in panic.
She waved head without an answer, signaled him that she's fine, and closed her eyes again.
Lin Qingfeng and the monk lived through about half an hour with intense worry. As a loud and clear twitter arose, the sword transformed into a holy beautiful crimson phoenix and hovered above Jin Pingyue's head.
It huge wings stretched and enveloped her, who looked like a fairy with thick vital energy repressing Lin Qingfeng and the monk.
The phoenix turned into a flaming red flash after a short time and infused into her body through head. The sword disappeared with the light, and meanwhile Jin Pingyue opened her eyes slowly.
Lin Qingfeng and the monk hastened to come to her, "Are you ok?"
She nodded with a grin, signifying she was good.
The monk looked around but did not find the whereabouts of the sword, asking out of curiosity, "Where's the sword?"
When Jin Pingyue stretched her palms and summoned her thought, the sword emerged in her hand.
It was crystal and red all over.
"It can act according to your will and integrate with your body?" Lin Qingfeng was astounded.
Ecstatic, she looked at Lin Qingfeng and nodded, "Fang Xian'er is right. The phoenix is the sword spirit and also sealed inside! It communicated with me just now and told me that my natural element is fire, the same as its. So it connected with me and regarded me as its master."
It was legendary to possess a weapon with spirit in the mortal realm, let alone to see one and even own one. Jin Pingyue's remarks were too profound for Lin Qingfeng and the monk to understand.
But the two realized that her cultivation base boosted a lot after owning the magical sword. Now, she ranked the same as them.
"Fang Xian'er, where's Qin Dong? I need to meet him!" Jin Pingyue could not hold on her excitement, asking eagerly.
Fang Xian'er giggled, "Martial uncle, you had no desire to have a look at it. But now? You want to meet Qin Dong anxiously, and wanna to return the sword to him? You did not like it?"