“Big Sis, her look at us is so weird~” Ke Li clung to Ke Ling’s arm, her face full of disgust.
“You can’t say that about Master, even if she really is weird.” Ke Ling patted her hand as a lesson.
But that sentence didn’t sound quite right.
Yang Liuqing pushed down the messy thoughts in her head and began to seriously face all the changes happening to her.
Without a doubt, that Magic Potion was problematic.
But she couldn’t completely blame Liya for being a scammer—she had chosen to drink it herself, so she was partly responsible.
Moreover, Fate had indeed changed.
Now it was a Trinity: when one prospered, all prospered; when one suffered, all suffered.
Those two little cuties were permanently bound to her, meaning they shared this ridiculous Fate.
Deep down, she felt sorry for the sisters.
But now that it had already happened, thinking about it so much was useless.
She might as well face reality and start over.
Mm, she hadn’t really lost anything; it was just that Ke Ling and Ke Li were now by her side instead.
“By the way, if you two are Sword Spirits, then where is the sword?”
She suddenly remembered this key question.
“Isn’t it right here all along?” They said in unison, then split apart to either side.
At that moment, Yang Liuqing finally saw the black broadsword behind them, the one that had split the dressing table in two and was embedded into the concrete floor.
It was a wide-bladed greatsword, simple overall yet not simplistic—not a single line was superfluous, giving it a sense of natural perfection.
Not only that, but the moment she saw it, Yang Liuqing felt a strong connection.
“This is the Big Sword that Xiao Qingqing got by sacrificing her family jewels.” Ke Li never missed a chance to drop a bombshell.
“…So this is my Big Sword?” Yang Liuqing couldn’t help feeling a surge of sorrow.
She never imagined, never imagined, that the Big Sword she had never used before would end up being available to her in this way.
“Master, don’t be sad. Look at it from another angle.
All you lost was your big sword, but what we lost is our freedom.”
Ke Ling’s words were quite piercing.
“Sorry.” Yang Liuqing apologized for being overly sentimental.
Two pitifully beautiful girls were bound to her for life—how could that be described with just the word “tragedy”?
“Hahaha, Xiao Qingqing’s guilty look is hilarious!” Ke Li doubled over laughing.
She didn’t seem to care about being bound to Fate at all.
“Indeed.” Ke Ling covered her mouth with a light laugh. “Master, no need to mind. This is our Fate.
We accept it gladly.”
Clearly, they had just been messing with her.
Even so, the knot in Yang Liuqing’s heart hadn’t disappeared.
This was an unfair trade.
On the surface, she had paid a lot, but in reality, she wasn’t worth even a single hair of Ke Ling and Ke Li.
If she still felt she had been wronged, then she would be a complete beast.
“Why do you call me Xiao Qingqing?” Suppressing the complicated thoughts in her mind, she looked at Ke Li curiously.
This little one had never once called her Master.
Whether she did or not didn’t matter, but what the heck was “Xiao Qingqing”?!
“I don’t want to call you Master, so I have to find another name. I think Xiao Qingqing is nice.
Let’s go with that.” Ke Li grinned.
“Ke Li, no manners.” Ke Ling scolded her verbally.
But it was clear she wasn’t really scolding.
Whatever they called her was up to them.
Yang Liuqing didn’t mind.
“Alright, whatever you like.”
“Sis, see, I told you she’d agree~” Ke Li looked smug, like she had pulled off a trick.
“That’s because Master doesn’t hold grudges.” Ke Ling patted the back of her head.
What a pair of lively sisters.
Yang Liuqing finally saw through it: Ke Ling’s cool, calm, and seemingly mature demeanor was all an act.
Ke Li, lively and mischievous, didn’t even bother pretending.
This combination of quiet and energetic somehow made her feel extremely at ease inside.
If she had a younger sister, she would probably be like this too.
“Is there anything you two want to do, or any goal you want to achieve?”
“Become the strongest Sword Spirits.” They suddenly answered seriously, their voices perfectly synchronized.
No doubt, it was from the heart.
“Then the pressure on me is pretty big.” Yang Liuqing regretted asking.
If they wanted to become the strongest Sword Spirits, didn’t that mean she had to become the strongest swordsman?
Was that even possible?
“Master, to achieve our goal, please make sure to use us well.” Ke Ling’s expression was sincere.
“Ah, there’s no helping it. I guess we’ll have to put our hopes on Xiao Qingqing.” Ke Li put on a helpless look.
Looking at them, Yang Liuqing couldn’t help smiling bitterly.
“Your goals are way too far away for me.
Let’s keep our feet on the ground first and figure out how to survive.”
That was the most realistic issue.
No one knew what kind of game the God’s Gate that opened in twenty-four hours would be.
“Even if you say that, Master, we don’t know any more than you do.” Ke Ling shrugged.
“Xiao Qingqing, let’s just take it step by step.” Ke Li said she couldn’t help either.
How could they research it when they didn’t even know what type of game it was?
“Then what do you two think?” Yang Liuqing refused to give up.
As Sword Spirits, their knowledge must far surpass hers. Any opinion would be worth considering.
“Get stronger by any means necessary?” Ke Li made a throat-slitting gesture.
“Where did you learn that?” Yang Liuqing was speechless.
“From you, Xiao Qingqing. We only absorbed your cognitive information about this world.” Ke Li said seriously.
“That’s my fault.” Yang Liuqing’s expression suddenly changed.
Did that mean the study materials saved on her phone? Did the sisters know about those too?
That stuff was absolutely not for their eyes!
“In principle, we won’t kill innocent people indiscriminately.
But if Master requests it, we can go against that principle.” Ke Ling’s expression was serious.
If she were asked to kill someone, she would do it without blinking, a clean cut.
“That’s too heavy. Don’t put that kind of strange pressure on me.” Perhaps because of the Fate bond, Yang Liuqing felt like she had known them for a long time.
That familiarity was very strange.
“Master doesn’t need to worry too much. When it’s time to kill, please kill without hesitation.” Ke Ling’s expression was serious, not joking.
“Otherwise, you’ll die, and so will we.” Ke Li was the same.
This was the reality Yang Liuqing had to face.
If she didn’t kill people, they might be the ones to die.
“…Why does this world have to be so cruel to me?” Realizing this, her heart grew unusually heavy.
“It’s okay. There’s a first time for everything.
As the saying goes, ‘First time awkward, second time familiar.'” Ke Li’s comfort sounded more like persuasion.
“Alright, stop teasing Master.
When that time comes, Master will make the choice.” Ke Ling spoke earnestly.
Between the lines, she wouldn’t let Yang Liuqing escape reality.
“By the way, what’s the name of my Big Sword?”
Even so, she still avoided it.
“Huayue Zimu Sword.” Ke Ling turned around, grabbed the hilt with one hand, and pulled it out effortlessly.
Then she flipped it over, held it up with both hands, and respectfully presented it.
Yang Liuqing hesitated for a moment, then took the sword.
The moment she grasped it, she felt as if all her meridians had been opened, and the connection with the sword became extremely intense.
After all, it was the Big Sword obtained through Sacrifice.