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Ye Qingcheng flew Baili Chenyuan for a few circles and then stopped in the air.

Ye Qingcheng said: "Chen Yuan, do you like it?"

Baili Chenyuan liked it from the bottom of his heart. He had never looked down at the Beiming Kingdom from such a high altitude, nor had he ever flown in the sky.

Baili Chenyuan said happily: "I like it very much. Qingcheng, please take me flying more often in the future!"

Ye Qingcheng said: "Okay!"

Ye Qingcheng took Baili Chenyuan and flew towards the Star-Picking Pavilion, where Baili Chenyuan confessed his love to him.

The Star-Picking Pavilion was pitch black in the middle of the night, with no flowers and no guards. Ye Qingcheng put away her sword and stood by the railing of the Star-Picking Pavilion with Baili Chenyuan, looking at the sparse lights at the foot of the mountain. Those were the lights of Yunxiao City.

Baili Chenyuan asked curiously: "Qingcheng, where is your sword?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "In my sea of ​​consciousness."

Baili Chenyuan praised: "I see Qingcheng's sword is very beautiful, Qingcheng, would you like to show it to me?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "Of course."

Ye Qingcheng waved her finger and a lamp appeared on the stone table. Ye Qingcheng summoned the Fengming Sword and handed it to Baili Chenyuan.

Baili Chenyuan took it with both hands. The Fengming Sword emitted a faint and lustrous white light. Baili Chenyuan carefully stroked the delicate and complex patterns on the scabbard and looked at it carefully.

Ye Qingcheng looked at Baili Chenyuan's cautious yet loving movements and thought to herself: The general loves the sword, I understand.

Baili Chenyuan wanted to pull it out to have a look, but found that he couldn't pull it out.

Ye Qingcheng explained: "This sword has a spirit, named Fengming, and it has recognized me as its master. Only I can pull it out."

Baili Chenyuan looked as if he understood.

Ye Qingcheng drew out the Fengming Sword, and there seemed to be a sound of a phoenix. The moment the sword was drawn out, a burst of white light illuminated the starry sky, and then the white light dissipated, and the sword emitted a bright white light.

Ye Qingcheng handed the Fengming Sword to Baili Chenyuan.

Baili Chenyuan's hand holding the Fengming Sword was trembling slightly, and he looked at the Fengming Sword with burning eyes.

Baili Chenyuan said: "It is a peerless sword."

Ye Qingcheng looked at Baili Chenyuan's loving eyes, and suddenly her eyes flashed.

Ye Qingcheng then transformed into a dagger and a small bowl, pulled open his collar and stabbed himself in the heart, then cried out in pain.

Baili Chenyuan was shocked by Ye Qingcheng's actions.

Baili Chenyuan dropped the Fengming Sword in his hand in panic, walked forward to support Ye Qingcheng and said, "Qingcheng, what are you doing?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "Take the blood from the heart."

Baili Chenyuan asked: "What do you want to do with the blood from my heart?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "Take the Fengming Sword as your natal sword. The sword is alive as long as you are alive. If the sword dies, you die."

Baili Chenyuan said: "Hasn't it already recognized you as its master?"

Ye Qingcheng said, "Well! There is a difference between a sword that recognizes its master and a natal sword. For a sword that recognizes its master, when its master dies, the sword will seal itself and wait for the next destined person or seal itself permanently. A natal sword is different, it is connected to the life of its master, and a cultivator can only have one natal weapon."

Ye Qingcheng remembered that the natal sword of her original self Ye Qingcheng was the Fengming Sword, but when Ye Qingcheng traveled through time, she found that the Fengming Sword only recognized her as its master and had not yet become her natal sword. The book also did not mention how it became her natal sword, so it was probably another hidden plot.

Baili Chenyuan said: "But you are still injured!"

Ye Qingcheng said: "It's okay, Chen Yuan, are you willing to take your heart blood and inject it into the sword with me?"

Baili Chenyuan said: "I am not a cultivator, will this have any impact on you?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "No, our heart blood will merge, and the Fengming Sword will determine whether we truly love each other. Only if we truly love each other, will the Fengming Sword absorb our heart blood, and it will accept you and let you use it."

Baili Chenyuan thought Ye Qingcheng had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Qingcheng, that's not what I meant. I just simply admire your sword, I..."

Ye Qingcheng kissed his mouth as he was about to continue explaining.

After a moment, Ye Qingcheng said: "After we get married tomorrow, we will be husband and wife, and my things will be your things."

Baili Chenyuan did so much for Ye Qingcheng, but Ye Qingcheng did nothing for Baili Chenyuan.

Baili Chenyuan took out his heart blood and fused it with Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng used her spiritual power to draw the fused heart blood to the complex patterns on the Fengming Sword. The lustrous white sword body was wrapped with red blood, appearing extremely enchanting and beautiful.

The heart blood of Ye Qingcheng and Baili Chenyuan circled around the complex patterns of the Fengming Sword and then disappeared. The Fengming Sword made a loud and clear phoenix cry, and then white light illuminated the entire mountain.

The Fengming Sword emitted bursts of joyful phoenix-like sounds, and the sword body kept rubbing against Ye Qingcheng's body.

Why could Ye Qingcheng feel that the Fengming Sword made a pleasant sound? Because at this time, the Fengming Sword was no longer just Ye Qingcheng's spiritual sword, but the natal sword that was closely related to Ye Qingcheng's life.

It has its own spirituality and voluntarily recognizes Ye Qingcheng as its master. Now that Ye Qingcheng is willing to take it as its natal spirit sword, if it were a human, it would have happily pounced on Ye Qingcheng a long time ago.

Ye Qingcheng held it in his hand, and Ye Qingcheng could feel the excitement of the Fengming Sword.

Ye Qingcheng thought to herself: Even if she is a useless person who has lost her spiritual power in the future, as long as she is still alive, she can use the Fengming Sword, instead of being unable to summon it like before after losing her spiritual power.

However, the natal sword is related to the strength of the host. If Ye Qingcheng is too weak, the Fengming Sword will not be able to exert its strongest sword intent. If Ye Qingcheng is very strong, it can also help the Fengming Sword to transform into a sword spirit.

Ye Qingcheng looked at Baili Chenyuan's slightly pale lips, and used her spiritual power to heal his wounds.

Baili Chenyuan interrupted Ye Qingcheng's action of treating his injury, held her hand and said, "Qingcheng, treat your own first."

Seeing that she could not outperform Baili Chenyuan, Ye Qingcheng could only heal her own wounds first. The blood from her heart was no different from other blood. Taking the blood from her heart could easily damage the heart meridians, especially for a cultivator like Ye Qingcheng, which would have a greater impact and would not be easy to recover.

Ye Qingcheng used her spiritual power to heal the wound first, and then carefully nurtured and treated it.

It was very easy for Ye Qingcheng to treat Baili Chenyuan. Baili Chenyuan was just an ordinary person. As long as the wound was healed, he would be fine. There was no such thing as damaging his cultivation. If he replenished his blood later, the blood in his heart would be replenished soon.

Looking at the faint pink scar on Baili Chenyuan's heart, Ye Qingcheng dug out some facial cream and applied it on him. Tomorrow, even the scar should be invisible.

Baili Chenyuan looked at the faint scar on Ye Qingcheng's heart and applied medicine on her. He saw that the wounds where the five claw holes were had healed and the scars were gone, but there were five short black lines.

Baili Chenyuan asked worriedly: "Qingcheng, how could this happen?"

Ye Qingcheng looked down at her previous wounds. They had indeed healed, without even a scar. However, Ye Qingcheng noticed that although the scars were gone, there was a black line about one centimeter long at each of the five claw holes that had been injured. It should be that the facial cream had gathered the evil poison into one place. Before, it was wisps of black gas, but now it was just a black line.

Ye Qingcheng said: "It should be the residual demonic poison that has not been completely cleared. It's okay. It will be cleared away slowly."

Ye Qingcheng was afraid that Baili Chenyuan would worry, so she didn't tell him the truth.

Baili Chenyuan said: "Okay!"

After Baili Chenyuan was treated by Ye Qingcheng's spiritual power, he no longer felt any discomfort, as if the blood from his heart had not been taken just now.