The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 239p2

Chapter 239: I Have an Irreconcilable Grudge Against Fish(2)

Three days later, Tao Ning gradually regained her senses. Lying in bed, trying to move her fingers, she heard the chirping of a bird, clear and short.

Tao Ning asked, “Were you just imitating a bird’s call?”

Yingrong Sword: “Why would I imitate a bird’s call?”

Then she realized and added, “Oh right, because I was a bird in my previous life, it’s normal for me to know bird calls, so what were you asking me just now?”

Pausing for a moment, before Tao Ning could speak again, Yingrong Sword answered, “It wasn’t me chirping just now, listen, is it someone else?”

Tao Ning: “…”

Every time she heard the words “previous life,” Tao Ning felt like she was being haunted by a vengeful ghost.

The ancestral sword was truly special, even its temperament was different from other sword spirits.

Tao Ning said helplessly, “I’ve lost all five senses, how could I hear birds chirping?”

Yingrong Sword’s tone was full of “You underestimate me,” she said, “Why would I lie to you? Why don’t you try listening again?”

“Alright, I’ll try.” Tao Ning focused, listening intently, her ears twitching. After Yingrong Sword fell silent, her world became completely silent.

She was like living within a thick barrier, isolated from the world, unable to hear anything.

A faint, hazy chirping sound reached her ears: “Chirp, chirp…”

Tao Ning’s heart stirred, and she listened more carefully. After a while, she heard it again: “Chirp, chirp.”

Sensing Tao Ning’s sudden joy, Yingrong Sword said proudly, “See, I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

Tao Ning was clearly happy. The chirping of the Chirp-Chirp Bird, which she had previously found annoying, was now a treasure: “This is the Chirp-Chirp Bird my eldest sister raises. This type of spirit bird loves fire, its call sounds like ‘chirp, chirp,’ and it likes to stay near the furnace, chirping to remind my eldest sister to add firewood when the fire weakens…”

Before she could finish, Tao Ning was interrupted by a sharp buzzing sound, as if a barrier had been broken.

Starting with the bird’s call, all sounds rushed in like a tide, the cacophony almost overwhelming her. Unable to bear it, Tao Ning abruptly opened her eyes, covering her ears with her stiff hands.

She hadn’t heard any sounds for too long, and the sudden influx was too much for her.

The excruciating pain made the late Nascent Soul cultivator break out in a cold sweat, showing how unbearable it was.

Establishing a connection with Yingrong Sword was inherently “unfair.” Yingrong Sword could perceive Tao Ning’s five senses and her emotions, but not share her pain.

Tao Ning was completely open to Yingrong Sword, but Yingrong Sword didn’t need to be open to Tao Ning. This was the price of a second life, using Yingrong Sword’s intense yang energy to neutralize the Heavenly Deficiency physique.

Tao Ning had actually succeeded in this life-or-death situation, and she was very satisfied.

After the pain subsided, Yingrong Sword asked, “What does a Chirp-Chirp Bird look like? Is it big? Does it have red feathers?”

But the proud Vermillion Bird believed that no feathers were more beautiful than hers, even though they were from her previous life.

Tao Ning was covered in cold sweat, panting, a smile appearing on her pale lips: “I’ll take you to see it when I can walk.”

Yingrong Sword was clearly delighted: “It’s a deal!”

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After the ritual, thankfully, Tao Ning survived.

But this wasn’t the end. After waking up, Tao Ning’s ordeal wasn’t over. She experienced the pain of being influenced by Yingrong Sword almost every day.

The spiritual sea was crucial for a cultivator, and a sharp sword was now lodged within hers, not to mention that Yingrong Sword was an extremely yang and powerful sword, the pain unimaginable to others.

Her body was the sword’s sheath, as long as the sword was intact, she lived; if the sword was destroyed, she died.

This would be the prophecy that would follow Tao Ning for the rest of her life, but at the time, the sword spirit simply crossed her arms and scoffed, saying that the Tao Clan ancestors had underestimated her.

Every time it ended, Tao Ning would be drenched in sweat, fumbling for a handkerchief on the jade bed after every bout of agonizing fusion.

Her forehead, wet with sweat, glistened. Tao Ning tried to move her stiff hands, wiping away the sweat, tidying her damp hair, and adjusting her disheveled clothes.

Tao Ning still couldn’t circulate her spiritual energy, only possessing a cultivation base without being able to use it, having to take Nourishment Pills every day.

These actions were difficult for her, each taking a considerable amount of time. The last step was fastening her belt, and she once again became the elegant and refined Tao Ning.

She didn’t allow anyone to attend to her, not even her parents or siblings, only Yingrong Sword could witness her vulnerability.

Even without understanding human emotions, Yingrong Sword understood one thing, this was a stubborn mule.

The kind that ten oxen couldn’t pull back.

As if sensing Yingrong Sword’s silence, Tao Ning said, “It doesn’t hurt as much as yesterday.”

Yingrong Sword: “I don’t believe you.”

Tao Ning leaned against the bed, a strand of hair falling onto her collarbone, her posture casual and relaxed, her voice also lazy: “Why not?”

Yingrong Sword: “Because your spiritual sea was just shaking, like the world was ending, a mountain erupting with lava, almost splattering me and drowning my favorite little red flower. But it’s better now, the little red flower has bloomed again.”

“…” Tao Ning was a little surprised. So her emotional fluctuations were so easily perceived, the Yingrong Sword residing in her spiritual sea could see everything clearly.

She apologized, “Sorry, I’ll control myself next time.”

These polite words, if one didn’t know better, would have thought she wasn’t the one in pain. A strange emotion stirred in Yingrong Sword’s heart.

Yingrong Sword didn’t know how she felt about Tao Ning, so she changed the subject: “When will you be able to stand up? I want to see the Chirp-Chirp Bird your eldest sister raises.”

She hadn’t known before, but after hearing Tao Ning mention it, she became curious.

And that Chirp-Chirp Bird chirped every day, making Yingrong Sword curious and restless, while Tao Ning, with her paralyzed legs, was trapped, facing the same familiar room every day.

Although Tao Ning couldn’t see now, Yingrong Sword had gone from novelty to boredom, eager to see the outside world.

Tao Ning had suggested having her eldest sister bring the Chirp-Chirp Bird over, but Yingrong Sword refused, wanting Tao Ning to see it herself.

Saying that a Chirp-Chirp Bird brought over wasn’t as interesting as seeing it in person, this seemingly unreasonable argument was taken seriously by Tao Ning, who even made a promise.

Tao Ning promised, “In a few days, I think I can feel my legs a little, I’ll practice walking.”

Inside the spiritual sea, a red figure squatted before a small red flower, her features delicate, her eyes round and lively, her forehead smooth and white, a touch of vermillion at the corners of her eyes.

This was indeed the sword spirit of Yingrong Sword.

Having slumbered for thousands of years, newly awakened, her heart still retained its former innocence, curious about everything.

She puffed out her cheeks and blew on the little red flower, making it sway in the wind, but when a stronger gust blew, she shielded the flower with her hand, preventing its petals from falling or being damaged.

Hearing Tao Ning’s words, she looked up at the dark red sky and said, “I’ll wait for you.”

Estimating the time, Tao Ning took a Nourishment Pill.

She didn’t react, but the red figure guarding the little red flower stuck out her tongue, thinking, is this something a human can eat? So bitter.

Before she could seriously suggest to Tao Ning that she give up on Nourishment Pills and eat something else, even if it was tasteless, someone arrived.

The figure recuperating on the bed turned her head slightly, Tao Ning twitching her ears, and said, “Eldest Sister is here.”

Her eldest sister resumed her normal pace: “You even heard that, I guess I can’t hide anything from you.”

Tao Ning smiled faintly, a weak light flickering in her gray eyes, and she said, “Eldest Sister, you walked right into my trap, then what about Second Brother, why didn’t he come through the main door?”

Her eyes could now perceive faint light, meaning she was not far from regaining her sight.

A young man in black appeared by the window, nimbly climbing in, meeting two pairs of smiling eyes, one focused, the other unfocused, only able to see in a general direction.

Her eldest sister crossed her arms: “I told you you couldn’t hide it, you didn’t even last for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, you lost.”

Her second brother admitted defeat, his hands raised in apology: “I was wrong, Eldest Sister is still the best.”

Tao Ning, lying on the jade bed, listened to their banter and suddenly spoke, “What, did you make a bet? But I don’t need you to tell me what you were betting on. Since I’m a witness, I can’t be left out, can I?”

Her second brother nodded repeatedly: “Of course, of course, I’ll bring you a piece of Black Profound Iron when I get back.”

Tao Ning hadn’t heard such things for too long, her smile widening: “Okay.”

After her illness, Tao Ning had changed a lot, no longer as spirited as before, becoming calmer and gentler.

But her eldest sister knew very well that even if her little sister turned into cotton, there was still a knife hidden inside.

The two stayed with Tao Ning, chatting for the entire afternoon. Not only did they not leave after dark, but their parents also joined them, and the quiet Xuanji Courtyard became lively again, the lights burning brightly.

The red figure, bored and guarding the little red flower in the spiritual sea, suddenly looked up at the sky, which was gradually changing from dark red to clear blue, her face full of surprise, her eyes reflecting the magnificent scene.

In her eyes, a clear and pure deep blue appeared on the horizon of the dark red, eerie sky, the two colors meeting and gradually merging.

She had thought the domineering black and red would prevail, but the opposite happened. The pure blue, easily tainted, was actually the dominant color.

Before this, the sky in Tao Ning’s spiritual sea had always been dark red, sometimes even shaking with thunder and lightning, disturbing her.

She had thought it would continue like this for a while, but she hadn’t expected such a warm scene to appear in this dark spiritual sea.

The red figure rested her chin on her hands, shaking her head, unable to understand. Clearly, Tao Ning was a person with deep resentment, yet her spiritual sea was like this.

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