Chapter 92

92 – Phecda (II)

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There was a fleeting aura .

Xue Qilin issued a “huh” sound and got up from her seat .

Under Qi Qiqi’s puzzled gaze, the lass pushed open a window in the room .

The window is facing north .

Narrowing her eyes, Xue Qilin looked at the North Peak hidden in the clouds .

“What’s wrong?”

“I just felt... an aura – a strong aura . ”

The lass said with little certainty . She can’t feel that aura any longer .

“Really?”

Qi Qiqi doesn’t seem to have felt it .

“Hmm... perhaps it was a misconception . ”

Xue Qilin closed the window .

Was it really a misconception? Xue Qilin felt a chill just now, which left goosebumps on her skin .

The chill made her feel scared instinctively .

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Who is it? Shui Yuner stepped back in shock .

She wanted to let go of the sword subconsciously . But to her surprise, she found out that she couldn’t .

Phecda’s hilt is stuck to Shui Yuner’s hand, as if it has became a part of her .

What’s going on? Shui Yuner tried several times, but she still can’t break away from Phecda’s hilt .

At this time...

“Can you hear me? Can you? Can you? Give me a reply!”

Shui Yuner heard the tender voice again .

It’s a little girl’s voice . She asked three times in a row .

What’s going on... where did the voice come from? From my head? How can this be? Shui Yuner suddenly backed away in shock and clasped her forehead .

She lowered her head involuntarily, and her gaze fell on Phecda in her hand .

Is it possible that...

“You, you, you finally found out!”

The voice was laced with surprise .

“You can hear me, right?!”

There was an excitement that could not be concealed in the tone of the voice .

It’s not an illusion .

Intuition tells Shui Yuner that the voice isn’t imaginary .

It is real, and it sounds directly in her head .

And the source – it’s likely the sword in her hand that looks clean and new despite the many years it spent in here .

Shui Yuner took a long time to calm down .

After taking a deep breath, she slowly moved her gaze to the sword .

“Who are...”

You?

Shui Yuner spoke with difficulty .

“I’m Phecda...”

It sounds like a little girl’s high-pitched voice .

Sure enough, the voice really came from Phecda .

But why can a sword speak? Shui Yuner’s mind is in a mess .

“Hello... hello!”

The voice rang in her head and roused Shui Yuner, and she responded with an “um” sound .

“Huu...”

A sigh of relief sounded .

“I thought you were an imbecile!”

The girl seemed to see a lass purse her lips .

“Look at your foolish appearance... well, I better come out?”

“... What do you mean?”

Shui Yuner quickly got the answer .

Phecda shone brightly . Countless light spots emerged from the sword blade, rippled, and finally gathered in front of the girl a few steps away, forming a petite fuzzy silhouette .

Judging from the outline, it is a little girl .

The body is made of light .

The facial features are indistinguishable .

Shui Yuner reached out involuntarily in order to touch the lass .

Her hand passed through the other party . There was only a slight feeling of touch, as if the lass’s body was made out of water .

“My body is made of spiritual qi... you can’t touch me!”

“So ah...” Shui Yuner asked, “You really are Phecda? Why can you speak?”

The lass made out of light put her hands on her waist, pleased with herself .

“Because I’m awesome!”

Suddenly feeling that the other party is cute, Shui Yuner chuckled .

“This isn’t an explanation . ”

“Hmm? Really? But regardless, I’m really happy today . ”

“Happy?”

“Mhm, because finally someone can hear me...”

Although she sounds excited, but Shui Yuner feels that there is some sadness and pain contained in her tone .

If the lass’s expression could be seen, it must be full of bleakness .

“... Has no one spoken with you?”

When she reacted, she has already blurted out a question .

The lass shook her head unhurriedly .

“No one can hear me, only you...”

“I?”

“Because you are special... mhm, special . ”

That’s a familiar claim .

Where has she heard it from... right, it was from Xue Qilin .

“So, I plan to lend you my power!”

The lass said sweetly . There is a certain purity in the innocent tone .

“You want to lend me your power?”

“Mhm . Didn’t you come here looking for power?”

The lass seems to be sure of this .

“...How do you know?”

“Because you and I are already...”

... one .

The lass said so .

Shui Yuner didn’t say anything for a while, contemplating the meaning of the other party’s words .

“... You live in me?”

The girl understood thusly .

“Oh...”

Phecda poked her temples with her index fingers, looking distressed .

“More or less . ”

Shui Yuner wrinkled her eyebrows .

“But I haven’t consented...”

She tried to sound as calm as possible .

Anyone else in her shoes would not be as collected .

“But you are the first person who can hear me...”

The lass sounded wronged, as if she was scolded by her parents for trying to please them .

All of a sudden, Shui Yuner couldn’t get angry .

The lass’s words contain very pure emotions – happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy as well as innocence characteristic of a child .

This is Phecda... the legendary sword?

It is strange enough that it can speak, yet it still has the personality of a little girl? Shui Yuner felt like crying .

“Don’t be angry...”

Phecda extended her hands in an attempt to hold Shui Yuner’s hands .

... It goes without saying that she couldn’t touch the other party .

As her body isn’t real, she cannot touch anything .

After seeing her hands pass through Shun Yuner’s, Phecda finally remembered this fact .

“I can’t touch anything...”

Phecda dropped her head like a rabbit drooping its ears .

How do I console her?

Just as Shui Yuner was struggling inside, Phecda has lifted her spirits, saying: “Forget it . You can hear me, that’s already enough... um!”

After a pause, the lass ignored Shui Yuner’s attempt to speak, and carried on .

“Speaking of which, someone pulled me out a long time ago... Unfortunately he couldn’t hear me . ”

She said with both reminiscence and disappointment .

Shui Yuner heard from Hua Shanshan that a disaster has once befallen the Merak Temple . Was she talking about this?

“So I had to take his body . ”

“You took his body?”

Shui Yuner couldn’t help asking .

“I did! After all, he couldn’t hear me, and I had no way to ask him for help! So I had to do it myself!”

Phecda gives off a feeling of innocence and purity .

Shui Yuner shivered inexplicably . How can she speak so casually about such a thing?

“Will you take my body as well?”

“Huh?” The lass appeared to assume a surprised expression, “Why? You can hear me, so can’t I just ask you for help? In this case, there is no need to take your body~”

Her tone of voice is clearly cute . But when Shui Yuner heard her words, she felt a certain chill in her ears .

The implication of the other party’s words is that if she wasn’t able to hear her, she might no longer be herself by now...

“Besides...”

The lass’s voice suddenly permeated with melancholy .

“I don’t want to stay here anymore . ”

She said thusly .

If ... if Phecda is really self-aware, then she must have felt lonely all this time in the Sword Mound .

There is no one to speak to and nothing to do .

Can this kind of life not be lonely? If it was me instead, would I have go crazy? Shui Yuner thinks that she would probably .

Thinking till here, the girl couldn’t help but feel pity and empathy for Phecda .

“Now, take me out of here, okay?! I don’t want to stay here any longer, I want to see the outside world! I want to meet people and play with them... Can you take me out of here?”

Implored, Phecda implored Shui Yuner .

The girl stared at the lass in front of her, wondering what to say .

Probably thinking that Shui Yuner is hesitating, Phecda’s tone became urgent .

“I will lend you my power, and will do my best to fulfill your dreams... so please don’t leave me here . ”

“... I...”

“Please don’t leave me here . ”

The lass begged repeatedly . This time she was even sobbing .

“Okay, I will take you away...”

Shui Yuner finally agreed to this request .

She doesn’t know that this will be the beginning of a calamity .

There is only a fine line separating goodwill and malice – this is a truth she has yet to understand .