Heyo! I'm back. It's been a heck of grueling months. The site I was using before shut down as I was really unable to take care of it, and now it's impossible for me to reinstate the site or retrieve all the translations there. So, I'll just be with Sleepytranslations 🙂 It will take some time for me to transfer all the novels with whatever I was able to save, but I'll be sure to complete what I've been working on.
“Do you know the origin of this sword?” Lou Ming would ask this question because he intuitively felt that this sword should have historical records.
“There is indeed a general idea.” Master Mao continued, “Several other spiritual weapons have no provenance, so archaeologists can only take those spiritual weapons as the tomb owner’s burial properties. However, this sword has provenance, although experts say they have to go through history books for further verification. Nevertheless, 80% of it should be right.”
“What is the name of this sword?” Lou Ming’s eyes flickered imperceptibly.
“Wait a minute, I just checked it.” Master Mao seemingly glanced back at the information, and then read, “The State of Ye’s treasured sword. It’s body is as thin as a cicada wing, as clear as water, and exceptionally sharp. It’s name is ‘Ling Ji’.”
It’s indeed its name!
Lou Ming pursed his lips and stared at the picture of the blackened sword, as if he could see the original appearance of the distant ancient ‘Ling Ji Sword’ through the rust on it.
“It also says here that this sword is the national treasure of the Ye Kingdom and was finally given to the daughter of the last ruler of the Ye Kingdom, Princess Ling Ji, the female goddess of war of the Ye Kingdom.” Master Mao sighed, “This title was given according to the name of the national treasure, so it’s clear how much this ruler loved his daughter.”
“Goddess of War?” Countless swords and shadows instantly flashed before Lou Ming’s eyes.
“Lou Ming, what’s the matter? Why do you look awful?” Master Mao couldn’t help but be concerned when Lou Ming suddenly turned pale.
“Nothing. I just didn’t sleep last night, so I’m not in good spirits today.” Lou Ming closed his eyes to calm himself down.
“What did I tell you before? You must pay special attention to your health during this period.” Master Mao scolded, “Let’s talk some other time. Go rest for now.”
“It’s okay. Finish the story of the ‘Ling Ji’ sword first.” Lou Ming shook his head and prodded.
“I only know that much. For something more specific, we will have to wait for experts’ reports. The earliest will be tomorrow,” Master Mao said.
“Okay. Then I’ll go to rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” Lou Ming hung up the phone. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his swollen temples uncomfortably.
Why do you feel so bad when you see the ‘Ling Ji’ sword?
“Princess, can I borrow your sword for a while.”
“This sword is forged from the Profound Iron next to the Dragon Vein of the Ye Kingdom. It was born with Dragon Might, which can swamp evil spirits in the world.”
“Why should I lend it to you?”
The scene came to an abrupt end there. Lou Ming tried hard to recall, but there were no more pictures left.
In a hotel restaurant under the Qilian Mountain Range.
“Pardon? Did you just say you know the incantation of the Soul Calming Spell?”
“Keep your voice down. Others are watching you.” Chen Yu appeased Elder Wu who suddenly jumped up from his chair. “Didn’t you teach me that?”
“I don’t have that skill.” The Soul Calming Spell had been lost for hundreds of years. Who still remembered it?
“Then how do I know? Is it really my imagination?” The more Chen Yu thought about it, the more desperate she felt. “Oh no, Lu Ning even said they’ll have to go home to discuss it with his father and let me help Mrs. Lu cast the Soul Calming Spell. This is no joke, ah.”
Chen Yu looked at Elder Wu with undying determination and again begged for confirmation, “Really, did you not teach me this?”
“I,” Elder Wu’s words were interrupted by the sudden ringing of her cell phone.
As soon as Chen Yu looked at the caller, she immediately picked up the phone and asked nervously, “Assistant Tian, is there something wrong with Third Brother?” Chen Yu had instructed Lou Ming’s assistant group when she left the capital to contact her immediately once something happened to Lou Ming.
“Miss Chen Yu, don’t be nervous yet. Young Master is fine,” Tian Fei replied.
“That’s good.”
“It’s just…”
“Just what?” Chen Yu’s heart that relaxed just now rose again.
“Young Master suddenly had a nightmare last night. After waking up in the middle of the night, he hasn’t slept or eaten until now. We advised him but he didn’t listen.”
What was there not to understand when Chen Yu heard this? She immediately said, “I’ll call him.”
Tian Fei hung up the phone with confidence. Chen Yu also immediately swiped her phone and dialed a number.
Lou Ming, who was staring at the picture of the Ling Ji Sword in the study, saw Chen Yu’s call, first smiled reflexively, then seemed to remember something. His expression instantly went stiff once more, and only after a while when a smile reappeared on his face did he answer the phone.
“Third Brother!” Chen Yu’s voice rang, brimming with vitality from the other end of the phone.
“What are you doing?” Lou Ming asked with a smile.
“Eating,” Chen Yu answered and turned the phone’s camera to the table full of dishes to take a close-up before asking, “Have you eaten yet, Third Brother?”
“No,” Lou Ming paused for a moment and still told the truth.
“It’s lunch time. Why don’t you go eat?” Chen Yu feigned anger and questioned.
“I was just about to go.” Lou Ming smiled helplessly.
“Then go and eat. Don’t starve.” Chen Yu thought for a moment and then asked, “Third Brother, why do you have dark circles under your eyes? Did you not sleep well last night?”
“Yeah. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Lou Ming nodded.
“Have you had a nightmare?” Chen Yu once again asked knowingly.
“Mm.” Remembering the content of the dream, Lou Ming managed to force a smile.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll recite a calming incantation for you now. Go and catch up on your sleep after lunch. Rest assured, you won’t have nightmares again,” Chen Yu coaxed.
Lou Ming found out that Chen Yu was coaxing himself as a kindergartener again. He was a little dumbfounded. For a time, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was reluctant to end the call with her, he finally blurted a gentle agreement: “Okay.”
Chen Yu immediately chanted the spell. Lou Ming couldn’t feel the effect across the camera, but Elder Wu, who was opposite her, felt it.
In today’s Metaphysical world, there were also calming spells, but those incantations were far less complex than the one Chen Yu just chanted. Furthermore, their function was also singular, only to help ordinary people sleep.
However, the calming incantation that Chen Yu chanted just now seemed to silence the world.
He had never seen nor heard of such a powerful calming incantation all his life.
The author has something to say:
Crab: Now the comments are full of Mr. Wu’s post scripts. It feels like the protagonist of this novel has changed.
Lou Ming: Anyway, the protagonist of the novel is me.
Elder Wu: Anyway, everyone likes me.
Xishi: They are all men I care about.
Crab: Then, should we suspend Mr. Wu’s minil theater?