“Forget it, let’s just focus on mastering the Qi Refining method first!” Benjamin Franklin said. As a doctor, one should be a powerful existence; sometimes, treating and healing truly requires this kind of mysterious power!

He took the instant noodles to the kitchen to heat them up, but now they had turned into mush. Still, William Foster didn’t mind, and sat down on a chair, eating heartily. But after just a few bites, he noticed that there was suddenly something new on the desk beside the Green Satchel Heavenly Book—it was a sword!

“What… what is this…”

William Foster was utterly astonished—this really was a sword!

And not just any sword, but an ancient one, with a trace of fresh earth still clinging to it!

“Could it be that someone robbed a tomb? No, that can’t be right. Why would someone steal such a treasure and leave it here for me? Besides…”

William Foster craned his neck to look down, and couldn’t help but gasp—he was on the 13th floor. Who could possibly place a sword here out of thin air?

He sat down, trembling, completely baffled. But after a few minutes, he accepted it calmly. After all, if he could get his hands on a legendary treasure like the Green Satchel Book, why not this sword as well?

However, this sword looked quite exquisite. Although it was clearly a treasure unearthed from the ground, it still seemed to radiate a sharp aura.

The sword was silver-white, with blue glowing patterns. The blade was engraved with intricate designs, and the hilt was made of refined steel, bearing ancient, simple patterns.

“Could this… be a treasure like the Han Guang Sword?”

William Foster muttered quietly. He could hear that Tommy next door had already come back, and it sounded like he’d brought a woman with him. That guy was getting more and more outrageous!

“Huh?” William Foster was surprised again, because he actually couldn’t lift the sword. No matter how hard he gripped the hilt, he couldn’t raise it at all!

“It really must be a treasure. I wonder how sharp it is?”

Curious, William Foster gently wiped the blade with his finger, but immediately felt a sharp pain—he’d been cut, and a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the blade.

“Whoosh~!”

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. After absorbing William Foster’s blood, the sword began to emit a dazzling rainbow light, and the blade trembled continuously. Waves of blue light rippled through the room, and gradually, a blue silhouette began to gather, eventually taking on a human form.

William Foster’s mouth hung open, too shocked to speak.

At this moment, the radiance gradually faded, and what was left behind shocked William Foster even more!

……

Hair glowing with a blue sheen, a snowy, delicate face, eyes as clear as spring water, rosy lips, a long, snow-white neck, below which were a pair of perky, youthful breasts with two pink buds glistening with dew. Further down, a flat, smooth belly, a patch of tender grass at the peach blossom spring, and two snow-white legs…

This!

This was clearly a beautiful, naked young girl with flawless skin!

The girl stared straight at William Foster, her eyes full of joy. Suddenly, she threw herself into William Foster’s arms and burst into tears.

“Brother! Brother! Is it really you…”

Chapter 5: The Flying Feather Sword

William Foster was at a complete loss, only feeling the warmth of the girl in his arms, and soon, his shirt on his shoulder was soaked with her tears.

William Foster hurriedly pushed the girl away. His gaze swept over her alluring body, and his heart pounded wildly, his mouth dry!

“Miss… who exactly are you? I… I don’t have a sister like you?!”

The girl stood gracefully, her eyes reddening as she began to cry again.

“Brother, do you really not recognize Icy?”

William Foster really couldn’t bear it, so he quickly grabbed one of his white shirts and draped it over the girl, saying, “Take your time and explain. What exactly is going on? Why did you come out of this sword?”

The girl’s eyes were red, her hair shimmering with blue ripples, looking a bit eerie in the night, yet also very beautiful.

“Brother, I am Icy… do you really not remember?”

After putting on the shirt, her upper body was covered, but her long, snow-white legs were still exposed. William Foster enjoyed the view, but still decently tossed her a bedsheet.

The girl blushed, quickly wrapping herself in the sheet, but it was obvious she didn’t even know how to button the shirt, so the white shirt gaped open at the chest, revealing two half-moon curves—truly a tempting sight.

William Foster swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down, and asked again, “What exactly is going on? Take your time and tell me.”

The girl looked aggrieved and said, “You and I were originally the crown prince and princess of the State of Qi… Our father was Duke Jing of Qi, George Washington. You were Prince Yangsheng, and I was Princess Jiang Icy. That year, the Tian clan usurped the throne, and the treacherous minister Tian Qi wanted to make you king as his puppet. You refused to be humiliated and led the soldiers in a desperate battle, but could not win… Later, you insisted on forging the Divine Flying Feather Sword to reclaim our land, but before the sword was finished, you had to lead the soldiers out of the city for a final battle… That year, I waited for a long time in the sword-forging tower, until I received news of your death in battle…”

“I… died in battle in my previous life?” William Foster was dumbfounded.