parentshiftbook Chapter 29 Borrowing a Sword
Chapter 29 Borrowing a Sword
"Borrow it?" Su Changming asked humbly, "How do I borrow it? Is it like before, where I just ask you to possess me?"
Ling didn't correct his strange wording of "please possess me," and explained calmly:
"What happened before was merely my will forcibly controlling your physical body, not a spiritual possession. True, complete possession is something only a seventh-grade resonance practitioner can achieve."
"Right now, your physical body is too weak and your soul is unstable. If someone were to possess you, your body would disintegrate instantly."
"What you can do now is empathize."
"Borrow some of my qualities, such as a wisp of my sword intent."
"Give it a try."
Ling took a half step back, her eyes fixed on Su Changming:
"Concentrate, feel the mark, feel... my existence."
Feel your presence?
Looking at the beautiful young woman in front of him, Su Changming thought to himself, "You're already living inside my body, what more do you need to feel?"
However, seeing the increasingly dangerous look in her eyes, he wisely swallowed his flirtatious remark.
He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and closed his eyes.
Consciousness slowly sank into the slightly warm golden mark on his chest.
He saw it very soon.
In the midst of chaos, two invisible lines connected his soul.
A gray, grimy stick connects to the dark, twisted David in the corner of the space... Never mind, it's better not to lend this thing.
The other thread is a shimmering gold thread that leads to the deepest part of the mark.
Following the golden thread, Su Changming sensed a vast, ocean-like golden energy quietly lurking deep within the mark.
Is that the original power of the bell?
Su Changming cautiously extended a wisp of his soul power to make contact with it, and silently recited in his mind:
"Lend me your strength!"
boom!
In that instant, Su Changming felt his soul merge with some grand will.
His perspective changed.
The originally dimly lit living room became crystal clear in his eyes.
The dust floating in the air, the trails of raindrops falling outside the window—everything slowed down.
An indescribable sharpness emanated from his body.
"Sword, come!"
Su Changming subconsciously let out a low shout and made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.
The Snow Remnant Sword, which was placed on the coffee table, seemed to be summoned by something and automatically sprang out of its sheath, landing in his hand with a "snap".
The moment he gripped the sword hilt, Su Changming felt a change within himself.
He seemed to have transformed into a deity seated high in the heavens, wielding the power of life and death.
This feeling... is so strong!
Su Changming suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in them.
He looked at a porcelain vase in front of him.
No need to think, no need to gather strength.
It was just a slight flick of the wrist.
"laugh--"
A pale golden sword aura shot out from the sword, instantly slicing through the void.
Three meters away.
The exquisite porcelain vase still stood there, motionless.
"It's crooked?" Su Changming was taken aback.
But the next second.
"Click."
The upper part of the vase slid down slowly, the cut as smooth as a mirror, without even a single piece of porcelain falling off.
Su Changming only came to his senses when the two halves of the vase shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.
"this……"
He looked at the sword in his hand, then at the shards on the ground, his face filled with shock.
This is... the power of bell?
How could one release sword energy by merely borrowing a trace of sword intent?
If this were to reach the seventh rank, the complete form of Bell...
Don't get too excited yet.
Just as Su Changming was immersed in the intense pleasure, the sound of a bell came to his mind.
At the same time, that mysterious state instantly dissipated.
A strong sense of dizziness washed over him, and Su Changming's legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.
"Using power also comes at a price."
Ling's figure became somewhat ethereal, clearly indicating that the burst of power just now had also taken a toll on her current spiritual body.
"With your current soul power, this level of burst can only be maintained for three breaths at most."
"If the enemy is not dead after three breaths..."
The girl gave a cold laugh: "You're the one who'll die."
"..."
Su Changming gave a bitter smile.
Well, looks like another three-second wonder.
He originally thought that he had reached the highest level in dual cultivation and was already a master, and he even became a little arrogant.
However, after feeling the vastness of Ling's primordial power, he realized what it meant to be a firefly compared to the bright moon, or a mayfly compared to the blue sky.
There is a long way to go.
All I can say is, we still need to practice!
Fortunately, his soul power has now liquefied, and his recovery speed is astonishing.
After a good night's sleep, Su Changming regained his energetic spirit.
However, when he arrived at school, that radiant look vanished instantly.
Although the swift action last night has completely eradicated the hideout that plagued cats and dogs.
However, the flu in the school did not stop spreading as a result.
Instead, it became even more serious.
The campus was filled with a strong smell of quicklime and vinegar.
The once-open school gates are now cordoned off, with several masked campus police officers on high alert, preventing unauthorized personnel from entering or leaving.
Upon entering the classroom, there were even more empty seats.
Everyone was gripped by panic and had lost all interest in the lessons.
The good news is that the renowned doctors from Shenghai that the school doctor, Lao Chen, contacted arrived overnight.
I heard that the expert team held a consultation all night last night.
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any breakthrough progress yet, and the only option is to increase the dosage of sedatives and antibiotics to barely maintain the situation.
William didn't see a soul all day.
I heard that ever since Su Changming talked to him yesterday, this foreign professor has locked himself in the biology lab and won't see anyone except when he comes out to get some samples.
In the afternoon, Su Changming came to the infirmary again.
The situation here is worse than yesterday.
To prevent cross-infection and the spread of panic, two unused classrooms behind the medical room were temporarily requisitioned and designated as an isolation area.
The windows were sealed with black cloth, and there was a guard at the door.
Su Changming showed his identification and took protective measures before being allowed to enter.
Upon entering, a strong smell of disinfectant hits you.
Dozens of makeshift hospital beds were arranged in the dimly lit classroom, and the constant groans and mutterings were enough to send chills down one's spine.
Su Changming found Lin Xiaoman.
This once lively girl is now curled up on a hospital bed in the far corner.
She wasn't asleep; instead, she stared blankly at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes.
Even though she was wrapped in a thick quilt, she still couldn't stop shivering.
"Xiaoman?"
Su Changming called out softly.
Lin Xiaoman's eyes moved extremely slowly, and it took several seconds before she seemed to recognize the person in front of her.
Her lips moved, her voice a little hoarse:
"Professor Su..."
"cold……"
"I'm so cold..."
Su Changming felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He reached out to help her pull the blanket up.
However, the moment his hand touched the blanket, Lin Xiaoman suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, curled up into a ball, and cried out:
"No...don't come any closer!"
"They...they're watching me..."
"Don't be afraid, your teacher is here." Su Changming asked softly, "Who's watching you?"
Lin Xiaoman stretched out her finger and slowly pointed to the window, which was covered by a black cloth.
"Red...eyes..."
"many……"