41 A Treasured Sword (1/2)

Mei Chao Bing raised his brows but finally kept quiet. If his little bunny hadn't thought of the question, then he certainly wouldn't remind him. There was no reason to bring trouble to himself. He merely took out his sword, unsheathed it and held it in front of him. For now, teaching Yun Bei Fen was much more important.

”Flying isn't that hard. In fact, it could probably be learned by disciples of the Qi Refining stage already. It's just that they don't have as much spiritual energy at their disposal yet so they wouldn't be able to fly far and afterward, they would likely need to sit down and meditate to restore their energy so fighting would be impossible.”

”Oh.” Yun Bei Fen nodded but his eyes were widened and looked at Mei Chao Bing with a gaze that spelled 'I don't know what you're talking about but if it's what senior martial brother Mei says, it has to be right'.

Mei Chao Bing's lips twitched and he lowered his sword. ”Is there something you don't understand, Fen'er?”

Yun Bei Fen considered pretending that he understood really well so that Mei Chao Bing wouldn't look down on him but when he imagined that he might expose himself accidentally later on … He curiously blinked his eyes. ”If somebody in the Qi Refining stage can't learn how to fly because their spiritual energy isn't enough, then why did we crash? Haven't you formed your core several years ago? You should have a lot of spiritual energy to spare.”

Mei Chao Bing's lips twitched. It seemed he would never outlive this lie. ”Uh … That was … a special situation. Let's not dwell on it any longer. Do you have a sword?”

Yun Bei Fen nodded eagerly when his sword was brought up. He happily took it out, unsheathed it and held it in front of him just like his senior martial brother had done.

Mei Chao Bing heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the sensitive subject was already forgotten. He looked at the sword and raised his hand to guide Yun Bei Fen but stopped mid-motion. Wait. This sword … Why did it look so familiar?

He examined it more closely. The blade of the sword was in good condition, maybe a little thin from being sharpened too often over the course of time. The stylized brass guard showed some wear though. Faint lines marred the upper edge as if it had been struck by another sword. The worst was the handle though. The wood seemed to have cracked in several places and had been loosely bound with a bandage.

Mei Chao Bing's brows twitched. ”What a nice sword you have there.”

”Mn.” Yun Bei Fen beamed at the compliment. ”My third senior martial brother got it for me. Before that it was —” Yun Bei Fen's eyes widened and he shut up, staring at Mei Chao Bing timidly.

Mei Chao Bing rubbed his forehead in response. So that was where it had ended up. And he had wondered what his senior martial brother Qu had wanted with the sword. Turns out, it had somehow changed hands several times before it ended up with his little bunny. ”Anyway, you can't use it anymore.”

Yun Bei Fen's eyes teared up. Why? He had been so happy to have a sword that his senior martial brother Mei had used before him. He didn't want to give it up! He hastily sheathed the sword and hid it behind his back with one hand while reaching out with the other and tugging at Mei Chao Bing's sleeve. At this moment, only one thing could save him!

He blinked his eyes, making sure to flutter his eyelids cutely while he was at it, and tugged at the long sleeve again. ”Mei Chao Bing … Please! Can't I keep it? It's really very important to me.”