Chapter 620: The Shadowless Sword
Holding a warm and fragrant beauty in his arms, Song Qingshu inhaled a subtle, alluring fragrance—neither orchid nor musk—and felt his spirit surge. With a hearty laugh, he said, “Miss Ren, may I borrow your sword?”
Although he had his own wooden sword, it was far too conspicuous. Was there anyone left in the martial world who didn’t know his weapon was a wooden sword? Revealing it would not only expose his hidden identity but might also cause an even greater problem: what if Ren Yingying, upon realizing he was Song Qingshu, refused his treatment?
Based on their previous interactions, this scenario seemed all too likely.
Whether in his past life or this one, Song Qingshu held deep affection for Ren Yingying and couldn’t bear to see her perish.
“You… just take it yourself.” Ren Yingying, her arms wrapped around his neck, had tucked the short sword into her chest. With the chaos of their constant dodging, she feared that letting go might cause her to fall. If he had to save her from falling and left them both vulnerable to attack, it would spell disaster.
‘Extraordinary circumstances call for extraordinary measures,’ she thought, biting her lip.
Song Qingshu was briefly stunned. He hadn’t expected the usually shy and reserved Miss Ren to act so decisively. Naturally, he felt no hesitation—after all, she was his fiancée, so this didn’t breach propriety.
“Well, well, what a pair of shameless lovers! I wonder what Linghu Chong would think if he saw this scene,” mocked Zuo Lengchan. Since Song Qingshu had taken Ren Yingying into his arms and was now evading attacks with ease, his earlier strategy to trap them had fallen apart. He tried goading Ren Yingying, hoping her anger or shame would prompt her to break free from Song Qingshu.
“You’re courting death!” Song Qingshu’s expression turned cold. He reached into Ren Yingying’s chest and, with a flash of light, a short sword gleamed. Zuo Lengchan cried out and retreated hastily. When he finally steadied himself, the onlookers noticed his left hand was drenched in blood—his pinky and ring fingers had been severed.