Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 58: Fairy! Don't let your yandere spirit sword fall for me!

Under the cover of Feng Ling Shuang and Song Qiu Yu, Dong Mo hid in a carriage transporting medicinal herbs in the Desolate Ancient Holy Land and successfully followed the two women to the dock.

Thanks to the special pass obtained by Song Qiuyu, the city's defense soldiers and Dong family informants did not conduct a thorough inspection of the carriage carrying Dong Mo.

Thus, Dong Mo followed Song Qiuyu and Feng Lingshuang safely onto the spirit boat of the desolate ancient holy land.

Upon arriving at the spirit boat, the two women immediately transported the cart of medicinal herbs that Dong Mo had used to hide to the lower warehouse.

Only then did Dong Mo dare to stick his head out and gasp for air in the cabin.

"Phew... I almost suffocated! Anyway, thank you both for your help."

Song Qiuyu smiled slightly: "It was nothing. We'll all be fellow disciples from now on, so why be so formal?"

Feng Ling Shuang said with concern, "Junior Brother Dong, you'd better hide yourself well! After all, it's not truly safe yet. Only after we leave Heming Mountain will we be completely free from the Dong family's pursuit."

"In short, I'll have to trouble you to stay here for a while."

Song Qiuyu said apologetically, "When we leave the city later, the Dong family and the city guards might come to check. The bottom deck of the ship is the most hidden and not easy to be discovered."

"Once you're outside the sphere of influence of Heming Mountain City, you can start moving around."

Dong Mo looked around. Although the conditions were simple, they were safe enough for him. Besides, the situation was critical, so he couldn't ask for too much.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Senior Sister Song."

"Don't just thank her!" Feng Ling Shuang leaned over and pouted at Dong Mo, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"I'm in too, okay? I was the one rushing to catch the train!"

Dong Mo chuckled and quickly said, "Thank you very much, Senior Sister Feng."

"Hmph...that's more like it."

Feng Ling Shuang nodded in satisfaction, and then she spoke earnestly to Dong Mo.

"In short, Junior Brother Dong, you should stay here obediently for now and not wander off!"

"Once we're out of the city and completely safe, Senior Sister Song and I will call you out!"

After saying that, she pulled Song Qiuyu away in a hurry.

After the two women left, Dong Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He then leaned against the wall, wiped away his sweat, and felt all his muscles relax.

"Phew, finally we can get rid of the Dong family..."

Dong Mo muttered to himself, then casually braced himself against the side.

Then his palm pressed against something cold and hard.

Dong Mo was taken aback, then looked down.

To his right, he noticed a strangely familiar crimson longsword.

The scabbard of the longsword was engraved with phoenix feather patterns, and the guard was carved into the shape of a phoenix head. The entire sword exuded an unusually warm aura.

Huh? Isn't this... Feng Ling Shuang's Phoenix Cry Sword?

Dong Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Hiss... Wait a minute. How did this sword get here?

She wasn't here when I came in.

Dong Mo was frowning in thought when a familiar system pop-up window suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Ding! New target detected!]

[Target of the strategy: Phoenix Cry Sword]

[Personality Tags: Yandere, Greasi, Pervert]

After reading the system's notes for the Phoenix Cry Sword, Dong Mo froze instantly.

Dong Mo stared wide-eyed at the three shocking labels on the panel, feeling his mind go completely blank.

Ah! Yandere? Greasy? Pervert?

The Purple Nether Sword is so monstrous, and it spouts so many lewd remarks, yet it wasn't even marked as monstrous by the system!

The system only labeled the character with such a strong possessiveness as the Devouring Heaven True Blood, without even mentioning that he was a yandere!

Dong Yueying's Supreme Bone is so oily, the system's note for Supreme Bone is "love brain"!

So... just how extraordinary must this sword be to make the system specifically label it with these three tags?

When Dong Mo thought of this, a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

The Phoenix Cry Sword fell in love with the feeling the first time it was taken from its host and held in the host's large, warm hand.

[The Phoenix Cry Sword falls in love with its host at first sight, and its favorability rating increases significantly.]

[Strategy Progress: 37.5%]

[It's...too late to turn back!]

Dong Mo: "..."

Ah! Take it away? You mean that time in the dark alley when he disarmed Feng Ling Shuang with his bare hands?

She fell in love just because he held her hand once? This sword is even more heaven-defying than Dong Yueying's Supreme Bone!

I mean, how can Feng Ling Shuang and Dong Yue Ying be paired up as a couple in the game?

It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together!

As Dong Mo was complaining, a pop-up window for the Phoenix Cry Sword storyline suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Phoenix Cry Sword: Oh... my little darling, I love you so much~ From the first moment I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you...]

【Oh~ my dear baby, quickly use your big hands to hold your sister tightly and pour your spiritual power into her~】

When Dong Moguang saw this text, he felt goosebumps rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Wait, no. What kind of thunderous statement is this?

I originally thought the Purple Nether Sword was overpowered enough, but I never expected there to be an expert among them! Seriously... are all of you spirit swordsmen freaks...?

Honey, don't be shy. All the people who were in the way are gone now; it's just you and me here.

Hurry up and hop on, let's go for a ride!

Dong Mo finally couldn't hold back any longer and muttered a complaint in a low voice.

"Does your employer know you're doing this?"

As soon as Dong Mo finished speaking, a response popped up on the panel.

[Phoenix Cry Sword: Why bring up that spoilsport Feng Ling Shuang at a time like this? I was just playing around with her. You are my heart's blood, my cinnabar mole and my white moonlight.]

Honey, do you believe in fate? I think we're destined for each other; I've already fallen in love with you!

"..."

Dong Mo fell silent. He looked down at the Phoenix Cry Sword, which lay quietly on the floor. The scabbard was motionless, and it looked like an ordinary spirit sword, with nothing unusual about it.

But what this sword said... was even more outrageous than those spoiled brats who harass respectable women.

"Ahem..." Dong Mo cleared his throat, deciding to reason with the "sword" in front of him.

After all, to be honest...

Feng Ling Shuang risked her life to help him; it would be rather dishonest of him to just steal her spirit sword back.

And to be honest, after getting used to the Purple Nether Sword, Dong Mo really couldn't get used to using other swords.

Of course, all of the above are just excuses...

Given Dong Mo's idiotic personality of never taking advantage of a bargain, there's only one reason why he dares not attempt to conquer the Phoenix Cry Sword: this broken sword is a hindrance to its master!

In the original story, apart from the game's protagonist Feng Ling Shuang, almost all the other characters who obtained this sword met with bad ends!

Basically, they either die, fail to transcend tribulations, or suffer from inner demons and go astray.

Only the female protagonist, Feng Ling Shuang, can suppress the evil nature of this wretched thing.

Upon realizing this, Dong Mo immediately expressed his opinion to the Phoenix Cry Sword.

"Um... well, big sister... I actually already have a spirit sword at home..."

Dong Mo tried to be as tactful as possible, hoping to make the Phoenix Cry Sword in front of him back down.

However, the response that popped up on the panel almost made Dong Mo's jaw drop.

[Phoenix Cry Sword: Oh... I love you even more! You actually have a sword master, I'm so excited!]

Dong Mo was completely dumbfounded after reading it.

Huh?! You spirit sword, do you have no justice left?

So, are you the blond guy, or am I the blond guy?

How did I, a dignified blond man, become the mistress of this place?