Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2050 - 2113: Master Acknowledgment Succeeded

The master recognition begins. In the room, Li Yifei sits cross-legged behind Su Lio, placing one palm against the middle of her back. His True Qi enters slowly, just like during previous treatments, helping Su Lio suppress the cold air. As the recognition begins, Li Yifei also needs to stabilize her body, keeping the changes within a not too dangerous degree. If he finds things going wrong, Li Yifei must stop the recognition process.

He cannot let Su Lio die, at least not right now. After all, if the recognition is not completed, she can still live safely for a while, maybe a year or two, maybe longer.

Xu Shanshan and Qingqiu are right beside them, ready to act at any time. They can assist Li Yifei or remove the Mohist War Sword if things go awry, terminating the recognition process.

Su Lio closes her eyes and calms her mind. She feels Li Yifei’s True Qi moving slowly within her body, warming her, bringing a very comfortable feeling. She even realizes that she has started to enjoy this sensation recently. Li Yifei’s weekly treatment can be said to be the most comfortable and happy time for Su Lio each week.

Since childhood, she has never been able to enjoy a normal body like others, but during treatment, she can recover a segment of normalcy.

Su Lio exhales lightly with determination this time, driven by her love for a weapon with a Sword Soul. Coincidentally, the Mohist War Sword wants to recognize her as its master. Meanwhile, Su Lio’s stubbornness kicks in, and Li Yifei and the others, feeling pity for her, don’t explicitly oppose.

Calling out to the Mohist War Sword in her mind, Su Lio feels tense yet excited. Of course, she has considered the possibility of failure... she might die today, at the very start of her life. But Su Lio feels she won’t regret it, as this is her choice.

Qingqiu doesn’t know how to summon the Mohist War Sword either, merely advising her to do it as before. As for success, it’s not something they can control. After summoning for a while as before, the previously dormant Mohist War Sword suddenly responds. It’s a wonderful feeling, clearer to Su Lio this time; she can even sense the excitement of Mohist War, so joyful that she can’t help but smile.

After the Mohist War responds, Su Lio intensifies her call. Li Yifei, at her back, can see part of the process over her shoulder, but not all. Meanwhile, Qingqiu and Xu Shanshan can see everything. They watch as the Mohist War Sword emits a black glow and shakes continuously, yet it carries no dangerous aura, only... joy.

This process doesn’t last long. The Mohist War Sword slowly floats up and halts in front of Su Lio. At this moment, Su Lio opens her eyes, reaching out to touch the sword. She extends an index finger first, gently tapping the Mohist War Sword. Finding the sword doesn’t evade, instead trembling in eager anticipation, Su Lio then extends her whole hand.

According to Qingqiu, Su Lio needs to feed the Mohist War Sword with blood, which is what worries Li Yifei.

Given Su Lio’s frail and weak constitution, a few drops of blood are fine. But if a lot is needed, Li Yifei must stop it; excessive bleeding would put Su Lio in danger. Especially since Su Lio’s blood can only be produced by her; foreign blood would immediately end her life force because ordinary people’s blood is different, unable to adapt to her body.

Su Lio’s palm presses against one end of the Mohist War Sword. Her hand passes through the black fog, entering inside, unseen by others. Suddenly, Su Lio furrows her brow, makes a sound, and closes her eyes again.

She feels the Mohist War’s joy and its desire. It begs her for some fresh blood to stimulate itself. Su Lio has already agreed, prompting the Mohist War’s jubilance to intensify.

As her palm moves forward, Su Lio perceives it pressing against an indescribable object, neither hard nor typically soft, altogether difficult to describe. By this point, her heart calms a lot more; at worst, she’ll die. What is there to fear?

Suddenly, her palm stings, causing Su Lio’s brow to crease. This pain is bearable for Su Lio, just unexpected, hence the frown.

As her palm gets pierced, Su Lio’s blood flows out, absorbed by the Mohist War at her palm. She even perceives a swallowing-like motion, a sipping sound, as the Mohist War drinks her blood greedily.

At first, just a few drops caused Su Lio no discomfort, but in less than half a minute, she suddenly felt a suction force emanating from the wound on her palm. Her wound seems to expand, leading more blood to flow out.

As soon as her hand makes contact with the Mohist War Sword, the trio pays attention. Li Yifei circulates True Qi within Su Lio, adjusting her body. When the Mohist War Sword begins absorbing blood, Li Yifei is instantaneously aware. As it starts drawing more blood, he feels apprehensive; as feared, the worry becomes reality. With Su Lio’s physical state, she can’t lose 100CC of blood like others without ending up severely ill.

Beside them, Qingqiu and Xu Shanshan sense some of it too, especially Qingqiu, who immediately frowns and moves her hand to sever the link between Su Lio and Mohist War Sword. But just before doing so, she restrains herself. It’s only the beginning, after all, what if it ends soon...

Thinking this, Qingqiu stops her hand again.

And Li Yifei was also ready at any moment. Once he noticed Mohist War absorbing too much blood, he would have to stop it.

A few seconds later, Su Lio’s body trembled, and Mohist War progressed from initially absorbing drop by drop to a small stream. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long for Su Lio to lose several hundred ccs of blood, reaching a critical moment. Li Yifei placed his other hand against Su Lio’s back, prepared to use True Qi to maintain her cardiac meridian, blocking the blood vessels and meridians in her arm. This action had been pre-discussed, and once Li Yifei made this move, Qingqiu and Xu Shanshan would respond accordingly, ready to control Mohist War, preventing it from absorbing blood, and severing the connection between Su Lio and Mohist War.

"Don’t..." Feeling Li Yifei’s movement, Su Lio opened her eyes and weakly uttered a word.

She knew what the others were about to do, but wouldn’t that render all her previous efforts in vain? Su Lio didn’t want that; she desired to persevere for a bit longer. Li Yifei couldn’t see from behind her, so Su Lio had no choice but to cast her pleading gaze towards Xu Shanshan and Qingqiu.

Seeing the determination and plea in Su Lio’s eyes, though unwilling a hundred times in their hearts, Qingqiu and Xu Shanshan found it difficult to refuse. Ultimately, Qingqiu made a decision after a few seconds. She nodded, signaling Su Lio to continue, while sending a message to Li Yifei: "Let’s see, she might be able to hold on. If it reaches a critical point and she still can’t, we must intervene."

It would be fine if the attempt to have Mohist War acknowledge her as its master failed, but losing a life over it would be too high a price to pay.

Li Yifei also hoped Su Lio could succeed, so he nodded.

The process of gaining acknowledgment continued. Mohist War was like a gluttonous beast, breaking open Su Lio’s palm and relentlessly absorbing blood. It soon had absorbed at least a hundred cc’s, possibly more, nearing the critical point. Li Yifei even sensed Su Lio’s body rapidly weakening. Yet, when he tried once more to sever the connection between Mohist War and Su Lio, Su Lio uttered two words: "Please."

Please let me try again! Su Lio was too weak to say the rest, but all three understood. Li Yifei bit his lip, torn between Su Lio’s plea and his own unwillingness to let harm befall her ...

At this moment, the dark Mohist War suddenly changed. Its dark aura suddenly surged, filling the entire room. This transformation caught everyone’s attention, yet the aura didn’t last long, receding swiftly within seconds.

But that wasn’t all; a change occurred in the dark Mohist War, almost visibly shrinking. Threads of light interspersed through the black aura, soon accompanied by a soft cracking sound, indicating Mohist War was transforming.

This transformation was clear even to Li Yifei. Mohist War floated, its surface cracking in many places, revealing glimpses of a colorful interior, instantaneously illuminating the entire hut.

A hint of dawn! Li Yifei clenched his teeth and chose not to intervene, placing his hand down. Su Lio merely glanced at it before quickly closing her eyes, lacking the strength even to keep them open.

If Li Yifei hadn’t been supporting her, Su Lio would have collapsed long ago.

Two more minutes passed, and Mohist War’s transformation was complete. The blackish, unknown substances encasing it split apart entirely, and with a roar, Mohist War re-emerged onto the scene.

It was a sword, one of the three treasures of Mohist War. Qingqiu recognized it without a doubt, as it bore an engraved character "Mohist" in the ancient script, distinct from the Qin and Han clerical script yet somewhat similar, and Qingqiu recognized this character.

It truly was Mohist War, a legendary weapon, now acknowledging Su Lio as its master and returning to the world!

As for Su Lio, she barely managed a glance at Mohist War before her body slumped to the side. Li Yifei, quick-minded, immediately reached out to support her shoulder, while his other hand remained against her back, continuously infusing her body with True Qi to help stabilize her spirit.

The completely transformed Mohist War Sword floated quietly beside Su Lio. After half an hour of effort, once he stabilized Su Lio’s condition, Li Yifei turned his attention to observe the legendary sword—Mohist War Sword.

The Mohist War Sword differed somewhat from common swords; its blade was noticeably narrower, yet wider than Qingqiu’s sword. In comparison to the Blue Glow, the Blue Glow felt significantly weaker, lacking even a Sword Soul. Although sharp, it was worlds apart from the Mohist War Sword.

Even though the sword remained sheathed, Li Yifei could feel its sharpness. Looking down at Su Lio resting her head on his lap, pale and still unconscious, Li Yifei sighed gently. Thankfully, they made it through.