Chapter 384: Bestowing the Name Nine Slashes
"You’re saying you designed this greatsword?" Xiang Minghou couldn’t believe it.
"Mhm, Dad, there’s more to this than meets the eye. It also has hidden weapons. Look, right here." Ye Qianning pointed with her small hand. "There are silver needles hidden inside with incredible penetrating power, making them impossible to resist. The needles come in three types: one is a poison that has an antidote, another is an anesthetic that renders a person temporarily unconscious, and the last is a fatal toxin that kills instantly, with no cure."
Xiang Minghou examined it over and over, following the little girl’s directions until he had found all of the greatsword’s secret doors. All that was left was endless shock.
’I thought my daughter’s medical skills were astonishing, but I never imagined she’d have such profound expertise in weaponry too. She must be an Immortal who has descended to the mortal world.’
Ye Qianning ran back to the cabinet and took out an assortment of bottles and jars. "Dad, I have some pills here. You should take them, just in case."
Still in a state of shock, Xiang Minghou watched his daughter take out a pile of jars. Snapping out of his daze, he couldn’t help but laugh. "You can keep these."
"No, you have to take them, Dad." As she spoke, Ye Qianning realized there were too many for him to tell apart. She ran to the desk, climbed up, and picked up a brush to write down the function of each pill on a sheet of Xuan paper.
After studying on Lou Mountain for a month, her handwriting wasn’t exactly neat, but it was at least legible.
Xiang Minghou followed her to the desk and watched as the small figure diligently wrote down the effects of each pill, stuffing the slips of paper into the bottles so he wouldn’t get them confused.
A warmth spread through his heart. ’No one has ever done so much for me before I went off to war.’
’I’ve always been alone. Whether heading out on a campaign or returning to the city, a single greatsword was all I ever needed.’
’But now I have a daughter. She worries for my safety, prepares my pack, my medicine... Her thoughtfulness makes me feel like I’m swimming in honey.’
"Alright, that’s enough writing. I’ll just take these two bottles," Xiang Minghou said, taking the brush from her hand and lifting her down.
"You have to take this one, Dad. The pills inside can save your life." Ye Qianning pressed a purple porcelain bottle into his chest.
The pills contained the condensed essence of the medicinal herbs from her space. As long as the injury wasn’t directly to the heart, taking one with your last breath could save your life.
"Alright, I’ll take it. It’s getting late, and I must go now." Xiang Minghou clutched the bottle.
The tip of Ye Qianning’s nose tingled, and for some reason, her heart felt heavy.
Xiang Minghou put her down and hefted the greatsword in his hand. "Does this blade have a name?"
"Not yet."
"Give it a name before I leave," said Xiang Minghou.
Ye Qianning thought for a moment. "Since it came from the Nine Mountains, let’s call it the Nine Slashes."
The personal blade of a General heading off to war was a matter of some significance.
"’Nine Slashes.’ Good. We’ll call it the Nine Slashes. On this campaign, the Nine Slashes will surely become famous on its first strike." Xiang Minghou’s spirits were high, and he was extremely fond of the blade in his hands.
’What a deadly weapon for killing!’
’I really want to see Dad on the battlefield, cutting down his enemies. With the Nine Slashes, he’ll be absolutely unstoppable.’
"Oh, right." She suddenly remembered something. She walked to the window, opened it, and beckoned with her finger toward a tree. A Honey-sucking Parrot landed on her hand.
"Dad, this is for you. If you want to send me a letter, just have it bring it back."
The small parrot flapped its wings a few times and flew to Xiang Minghou’s shoulder. It knew this was the child’s father, someone very important to her.
"It can deliver messages?"
Xiang Minghou had seen this type of bird before. They were known to be ill-tempered and difficult to raise.
"Verbal messages are fine. It can understand us when we speak." ’Written letters aren’t very secure; it would be terrible if a secret message was intercepted.’
