Chapter Nine: The Divine Sword of the Radiant Dragon

"The Divine Sword of Light..."

This revelation left not only Bai Nianxuan stunned, but even Bai Yue was caught off guard. She had not expected the Demon Emperor Feng Xiu to show such generosity. This was a divine sword of the light element!

Upon seeing the divine sword, Bai Nianxuan's heart leapt with excitement. She couldn't help but marvel at the Demon Emperor Feng Xiu's immense wealth and boldness.

"Nianxuan, you should accept this divine sword as well," Bai Yue said without hesitation. "You too possess the light attribute; this is perfect for you."

"But..."

Large beads of sweat formed on Bai Nianxuan's forehead, her delicate face awash with anxiety. "I cannot accept this."

This was a divine artifact. Ten elementals of light could not compare to a single divine sword of light. It was simply too precious; Bai Nianxuan truly did not dare to receive it.

"Go on, take it," Bai Yue said gently, stroking her head. "There's no need to be reserved with me. I want to see you fight wielding the Divine Sword of Light—so that my life will have no regrets."

Her only regret was her inability to cultivate. Since Bai Nianxuan could, Bai Yue was more than willing to give her everything.

Bai Nianxuan stared with wide eyes, then nodded.

Bai Yue picked up the divine sword and placed it in Bai Nianxuan's hands.

"Does this sword require a drop of blood to recognize its master, or is there some other process?" Bai Yue asked, her expression serious.

Untrained in cultivation, she did not understand the mysteries within a divine sword. As for Bai Nianxuan, she only had a trace of spiritual power and had not yet completed her sacred awakening, so she too was unfamiliar with the intricacies of cultivation. In truth, Bai Nianxuan only understood theoretical knowledge—spirit furnaces, celestial herbs, and treasures—without having learned even the most basic cleric spells.

As it stood, the only thing she could do was use her spiritual power to nourish Bai Yue’s body.

"Your Highness, this divine sword was prepared especially for you by His Majesty," Zi An interjected, unable to remain silent, her dark eyes full of astonishment. Even though the sword, as a light-attributed artifact, was useless to the demonfolk of darkness, it was still a divine artifact.

Any divine artifact was a rare treasure. To simply hand such a treasure to another was truly unfathomable.

Bai Yue fixed her with a calm gaze. "Am I not free to dispose of my own belongings? If you are unwilling, then take these things away. I have no desire for them."

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Zi An immediately bowed her head in apology, flustered. After all, Bai Yue was the Demon Emperor Feng Xiu’s daughter—she had no right to question Bai Yue’s decisions.

Seeing the turmoil in Zi An’s expression, Bai Yue looked away, her gaze settling once more on Bai Nianxuan.

"Nianxuan, just accept it. If you don’t, I’ll simply throw it away. Others may covet his gifts; I do not."

She had never cared for the Divine Sword of Light. It was useless to her.

Bai Yue spoke solemnly to Bai Nianxuan. At this moment, the divine sword of light lay in Bai Nianxuan’s hands.

"Your Highness, a divine sword possesses a spirit and will choose its own master. If this young lady can awaken the sword’s consciousness and earn its recognition, she will be able to unleash its true power. If not, then the sword is no different from any epic-grade weapon," Bei Qing explained, her expression grave.

In truth, anyone of the light attribute could wield the Divine Sword of Light—but that did not mean the sword acknowledged them as master. To truly awaken its power, one had to win its recognition. Yet, that was no easy feat; a divine sword with a spirit would choose only the one it deemed worthy.

"That doesn’t matter," Bai Yue replied unhurriedly. "If it doesn’t recognize Nianxuan, it can still serve as a handy weapon—a fine tool for self-defense."

Throughout, Bai Yue’s face remained tranquil. To her, this Divine Sword of Light was no different from an ordinary iron blade, save for its superior abilities.

At her words, Bai Nianxuan reached out and touched the sword, her gaze resolute.

The sword, which until now had emitted only a faint golden glow, suddenly blazed with dazzling light at her touch. A pillar of golden radiance shot up from the Demon Palace, accompanied by a thunderous sound that echoed over the skies of Mind City. After six thousand years of darkness, a burst of brilliant gold finally split the shadows.

The golden pillar enveloped Bai Nianxuan’s small form, golden runes swirling above the palace. That radiant light dominated their vision.

Bai Yue stared at Bai Nianxuan in shock. She had not expected the sword to acknowledge her so swiftly.

Then relief and pride softened Bai Yue’s features. Heaven has blessed the Bai family! Without a doubt, her younger sister possessed extraordinary talent. Even without undergoing her sacred awakening, Bai Nianxuan had already won the recognition of the Divine Sword of Light. Her innate spiritual power must be considerable.

Mother, Bai Yue thought, your unfulfilled dreams will be realized by another. The legacy of the Bai family will be borne forward.

The golden runes melted into Bai Nianxuan’s body; the brilliant light vanished in an instant. The long golden sword shrank from seven feet to just one, its width narrowing to a single inch. The sword, now a miniature version of itself, still emitted a warm golden glow, its inlaid gem shrinking as well, hinting at the sword’s unique nature.

Bai Nianxuan gripped the miniature sword tightly, feeling its tremors, the hum of its voice resonating clearly in her mind. The moment the sword accepted Bai Nianxuan as master, their spirits linked, allowing her to sense its emotions.

Her exquisitely carved little face was filled with astonishment. She had only intended to examine the sword, never expecting it to accept her so quickly. It had happened so fast, she scarcely had time to react.

“Nianxuan, the honor of the Bai family now rests on your shoulders!”

Bai Yue’s eyes grew moist as she pulled Bai Nianxuan into a fierce embrace, her body trembling with emotion. To her, Bai Nianxuan was now the hope of their family.

“Sister…”

Bai Nianxuan quickly lifted the sword, afraid its keen edge might cut Bai Yue’s delicate skin.

“Nianxuan, what is this sword called?”

Bai Nianxuan answered, “It is the Dragon God Sword of Light. Its former body was the dragonbone of a Sacred Light Dragon, and it was forged with the blood of the ancient King of the Elven Clan, giving birth to this divine sword.”

“It tells me it has lain forgotten in this world for more than six thousand years, waiting at last for someone worthy.”

She did not conceal the sword’s origins from Bai Yue. The Sacred Light Dragon—such a creature did not exist on the Holy Demon Continent, at least not in any records she knew. Clearly, the sword hailed from another realm. Considering the demonfolk’s invasion of the Holy Demon Continent, it was likely this artifact was brought from another world.