Salted Fish and the Sword - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Lies. All of them. I’d been hiring people to sign in for me.

So, when Shen Cunyu sent me a telepathic message at eight in the morning, I clutched my head in agony and knelt, begging my sword to go sign in for me instead.

However, the Divine Sword tucked under my covers was actually sleeping in.

The dark cyan longsword lay naturally by my side. It was huddled on the pillow, its body rising and falling slightly with its breath.

Defenseless, it revealed a small section of its blade, where the character for “Ling” was engraved.

It seemed as though it had never had a good night’s sleep in its life, as it snuggled comfortably into the quilt and murmured in its sleep.

“Wife, the bed is warm. Let’s sleep a little longer.”

It was even more of a layabout than I was. Its voice was raspy and clingy, as if we were incredibly close.

But we’d only slept together for one night.

Don’t act like we’re best friends already.

I remembered that in the original book, the Divine Sword was cold, aloof, and arrogant. It took the male protagonist a great deal of effort to finally tame it.

Now, its personality was incredibly clingy and spoiled.

It was very strange.

Before I could think further, Shen Cunyu sent another threatening telepathic message.

[If you don’t show up right now, I’ll die right on your doorstep.]

I slapped myself hard to wake up and tearfully forced myself to crawl to the destination.

When Shen Cunyu saw that I had come alone, he asked with a cold face, “Where is the sword?”

“It’s sleeping. I felt bad waking it up.”

I saw his face fill with disbelief and shock, mixed with utter confusion.

“That’s impossible!

“The Ancient Divine Sword, Soulguard, is known for being rigorous, ruthless, diligent, and self-disciplined. That is why it ranks at the top of the Divine Sword Ranking…”

I offered a sincere invitation. “If you don’t believe me, go look under the covers yourself.”

Shen Cunyu cursed me for being shameless.

“Objects reflect their masters; a sword follows its owner’s nature. It’s ruined!”

But then, as if suddenly remembering something, Shen Cunyu gave me a slight smile.

“A Lifebound Sword shares its master’s senses. If you are injured, it will sense it immediately.

“Junior Sister Jiang Ling, forgive me.”

He reached out toward me. Terrified, I squeezed my eyes shut.

However, Shen Cunyu merely used his sword hilt to poke my cheek.

Ah, so cold!

In an instant, a wild gale erupted, and the sky and earth turned dark.

Shen Cunyu’s expression turned solemn as he shifted into a state of total defense.

But the sword wind was sharp and frenzied, charging straight at him. The mere pressure of the wind sent him flying over a hundred meters away.

Shen Cunyu coughed up blood, unable to stand back up.

“You dare touch My Wife?”

The dark cyan longsword hovered over my shoulder, its body vibrating with a low hum.

It was radiating pure morning grumpiness!

My sword had arrived.

Shen Cunyu was bedridden for a month.

Feeling guilty, I brought some fruit to visit him.

His right arm was broken, yet he was still practicing his cultivation techniques in bed.

As expected of the male protagonist-he had incredible perseverance.

Upon seeing me, Shen Cunyu didn’t look pleased.

“Jiang, stay away from me. Do you want to see me spit up more blood?”

I enthusiastically peeled a snow pear for him.

The book mentioned that the male protagonist loved these the most.

Sure enough, Shen Cunyu’s complexion improved slightly, and he reluctantly finished the fruit.

“By the way, I have something to ask.”

He silently picked up my previous Little Broken Sword. “This sword of yours… it won’t come out of its scabbard.

“What’s going on with it?”

Ah.

That minor issue.

“Senior Brother Shen, watch closely. The steps have to be exactly right.”

I plopped down on my knees in front of the Little Iron Sword and began to kowtow.

As I bowed, I pleaded, “Please! Please! Please!”

After kowtowing nine times, I gave it another pull, and sure enough, it unsheathed successfully!

The rust-covered longsword gave a little shake, and the iron dust made me cough repeatedly.

“Simple, right? Cough, cough. It just likes a sense of ceremony.

“This sword is a girl; you have to pamper her!

“She likes eating meat-cooked, otherwise she can’t digest it. A bit of sugar water would be even better!”

I held my former partner and offered my gentle advice.

Shen Cunyu’s face turned ashen.

A single word squeezed through his thin lips: “Useless.”

He might have been calling the sword useless, but at least he wasn’t calling me that.