Your Majesty - Chapter 91
"You big fool." He patted his chest again.
Pang Wan smiled and nestled her face into his chest, letting out a long sigh: "That's good, you've finally come out, I don't have to be afraid anymore."
Seeing that both the sect leader and Nan Yi were unharmed, and that Nan Yi's power had clearly increased, she finally felt relieved.
Nan Yi smiled and drew a long sword from behind him.
"Don't be afraid, Father has officially passed the Flying Eagle Sword to me."
Author's note: Well, Brother Nanyi has finally come out.
I'm going out for the Dragon Boat Festival, so I'm sorry to delay any longer. I'll be updating this chapter early. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll update again on Sunday. Hehe.
Sword and Needle
"Wow, let me touch it!" Pang Wan curiously reached for the longsword, its exquisite and intricate carvings leaving her speechless.
—The Flying Eagle Sword! This is the symbol of the successive leaders of the Moon Worship Cult. If the Southern Barbarian obtains this sword, it means he is not far from succeeding to the throne. When she was little, she tried countless times to get close to the cult leader and touch it, but each time she was stopped. The cult leader's uncle always said that this was not something she should touch.
"Where's your Flaming Needle?" Nan Yi glanced at her.
Pang Wan took the needle pouch out of his sleeve and stuffed it all in, his eyes never leaving the longsword.
Nan Yi took the needle bag, pulled out a red needle, and brought it close to the sword's edge.
As if drawn by a magnet, the red needle silently adhered to the Flying Eagle Sword, gleaming with a jewel-like light.
"As expected." Nan Yi smiled slightly.
Pang Wan stared in disbelief, nudging forward like a kitten: "What is this? Why are those two together?"
Nan Yi smiled as he pulled out the red needle, watching it silently melt into his palm.
"Have you ever heard of the principle that all things are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining?" He turned to look at Pang Wan. "The raw material for this Flaming Needle was leftover from when the Flying Eagle Sword was forged, so naturally, like attracts like."
"Could this sword also melt inside a human body?" Pang Wan exclaimed in astonishment.
Nan Yi shook his head: "No, both of these weapons were forged with great care. One is mainly soft, and the other is mainly hard. The Flame Needle can be easily melted, while the Flying Eagle Sword is hard and cannot be broken. They are two completely different extremes."
He gazed at the red needle that had vanished from his hand, his eyes softening for a moment: "This originally belonged to my mother."
Pang Wan let out a soft "ah".
"So this is the leader's wife's weapon?" She took the needle pouch and gently rubbed it in her hand. "I didn't know that before..." She wondered if the Southern Barbarians would think she was unworthy of the weapon and take it back.
However, Nan Yi simply ruffled her hair.
"Use it well from now on, and don't embarrass my mother." There was a rare gentleness in his voice.
"Um."
Pang Wan blinked her eyelashes and nodded vigorously.
"Senior brother, will you ever suffer from qi deviation again?" She suddenly remembered the question she cared about most.
“Father has already used his yang energy to suppress the yin energy within me.” Nan Yi smiled slightly. “As long as there are no major emotional fluctuations in the future, there will be no problem.”
Pang Wan immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.
"And you? How long can your internal energy last?" Nan Yi asked, looking up at her.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll have no more internal energy." Pang Wan touched her nose and playfully stuck out her tongue. "The Right Envoy said I'll have to start all over again with my martial arts. Senior brother, you have to protect me from being bullied!"
The last sentence was originally a joke she made on a whim, but Nan Yi's expression changed upon hearing it, and he became extremely cautious.
"Yes, I will protect you for the rest of my life."
He touched her forehead, as if he had made a momentous decision in his heart.
Pang Wan had not expected that the Southern Barbarians were so capable.
She had just told him about the relationship between Mei Wu and Sang Chan the day before, and the next day Nan Yi brought them to the Moon Worship Cult.
When she saw that almost suffocating face in the cave, her jaw dropped.
"You you you you..." She pointed at the Southern Barbarians who were using silkworm silk to tie Sang Chan into a rice dumpling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
—A monster! This guy is absolutely incredible! He's not just a senior, he's a true monster!
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean?' Hurry up and come help!" Nan Yi glared at her, looking fierce.
Pang Wan swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he reached out and tied a bow on the goddess's unconscious body.
—Beautiful women should be paired with cute things.
"You disgust me." Nan Yi quickly untied the cute bow, then tied a knot without any mercy. "I should have kicked you out of there."
Pang Wan had no time to pay attention to his sarcasm; he was simply gazing at the exquisite face before him with an almost greedy intensity.
—She is so beautiful. No words in the world could be more beautiful than these to describe her appearance.
She and I are like clouds and mud.
Touching her face, she suddenly realized how foolish and ridiculous her initial idea of becoming the second generation of Sang Chan had been, utterly laughable.
The stunning beauty's thick eyelashes suddenly fluttered.
She woke up.