Chapter Thirty-Four: The White Jade Dragon Whip (Part Two)

Oh? Is that so? The five elders exchanged doubtful glances, but since Lei Wei had spoken, they could only accept his explanation. They looked at each other, refrained from further argument, and soon departed in different directions.

Once the others had left, Lei Wei finally turned his gaze to Ji Mo, his brows knitting in contemplation. It seemed that the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip truly was fated to be with his little disciple. Yet, her current cultivation level was far too low; her spiritual body was insufficient to control the whip. That must be why, as soon as she summoned its form, she was completely drained of strength and fainted.

Recollecting the awe-inspiring power the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip had displayed in that fleeting moment, even Lei Wei, with his cultivation and temperament, could not help but feel a twinge of covetousness. However, he quickly shook his head and banished the trace of greed from his heart. He had possessed the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip for hundreds of years, yet had never managed to unleash its true power—surely, this meant the whip was not destined for him.

Yet, this young girl, still at the Qi Refining stage, had made the whip reveal its form the very first time she held it. Clearly, the whip was well-matched with Ji Mo. Since that was the case, it ought to belong to her. The problem, however, was that her cultivation was too meager, while the whip’s power was immense—how could she possibly wield it safely? Lei Wei could not help but worry.

Ji Mo slept for over three hours. It was not until the sun had set that she slowly regained consciousness. As she tried to sit up, waves of weakness swept through her limbs and bones, and she collapsed back onto the ground. Only then did Ji Mo recall fainting because of the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip.

Thinking of the whip, she could not help but glance around, but did not see any sign of the silver whip. Disappointment flickered across her heart.

“Little Mo, are you looking for the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip?” At that moment of dejection, Lei Wei’s voice came from above her. Ji Mo looked up and saw him walking out of the house, stopping less than half a meter from her.

“Yes, Master. Where is the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip?” Ji Mo took a deep breath and sat up, asking anxiously.

“I put it away. I really don’t think that whip is suitable for you. Why don’t we pick out another weapon for you?” Lei Wei smiled at her.

“No, Master, I really like it,” Ji Mo exclaimed, startled.

“Why is that? Look at yourself—you picked it up and immediately worked yourself into a faint. You can barely sit up now. If you insist on using it as your weapon, who knows what further trouble might ensue?” Lei Wei objected.

“Master, the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip and I are destined for each other. The first moment I saw it, I felt a deep affection for it. I fainted not because of the whip, but because my cultivation is too low and my spiritual energy insufficient. Once I grow stronger, I will be able to use it without any problem,” Ji Mo pleaded.

“You said it yourself: with your current level, you cannot control the whip. And you saw it yourself—once activated, the whip’s power is immense. With your abilities, can you possibly keep it safe?” Lei Wei sighed.

Ji Mo was taken aback. Though she was young and inexperienced, she vaguely understood that the world outside was cruel, nothing like her carefree days on Thunder Peak. To possess a great treasure without the strength to protect it was to invite disaster—she had at least learned that much.

“Master, could you let me try the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip for a few days? I’ll do my best to communicate with it, and as long as I lack the strength to wield it, I’ll make sure it hides its power and stays concealed. If I truly can’t manage, I’ll return it to you,” Ji Mo begged after a moment’s thought, looking up at Lei Wei.

“Very well. You may try it for a few days. If you truly can make it recognize you as its master, I will have nothing more to worry about. But if you cannot, then until you reach the Golden Core realm, I shall keep it in my care,” Lei Wei agreed. It was not that he was reluctant to part with the whip, but rather that he did not wish to endanger his young disciple.

Ji Mo agreed joyfully and carefully accepted the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip, afraid it would once again drain her spiritual energy. Fortunately, the whip behaved itself this time, remaining still in her hands.

After examining the whip for a while, Ji Mo returned to her small courtyard, eager to study it. Again and again she tried to speak to it with her mind, attempting to communicate, but the whip ignored her entirely. Frustrated, Ji Mo entered her spiritual sea to seek Mu Dan Fairy’s advice, only to find that the fairy had closed off her senses and would not respond either.

Hmph! I refuse to believe I can’t figure this out myself, Ji Mo thought determinedly. She stopped seeking help and went to the sect’s library, looking for books about spirit weapons and their chosen masters. She spent several days poring over texts, until she finally found an article in a neglected miscellaneous volume that described the process: the host could offer fresh blood to bind the spirit weapon.

Elated, Ji Mo tossed aside the book and hurried back to her courtyard, completely unaware that one of the library’s guardians was watching her leave, shaking his head and sighing, “Ah, yet another victim of deception.”

Back in her courtyard, Ji Mo immediately took out the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip and prepared to bite her finger to draw blood. But as she looked at the whip’s pristine white surface, she hesitated. What if the blood stained it and still failed to make it recognize her as its master? How could she bear to see it marred?

Imagining the whip, once pure white, now mottled with bloodstains, Ji Mo involuntarily released her bite. No, if I don’t try, I’ll have to give up on the whip entirely. It’s worth a try—at least there’s still a sliver of hope. In the end, her longing overcame her hesitation. Gritting her teeth, she bit down and broke the skin of her finger, drawing a thin trickle of blood.

She quickly raised her finger, intending to let the blood drip onto the whip. However, as soon as her finger neared the whip’s shaft, the whip suddenly sprang from her grasp with a whoosh, hovering above her head, twisting and writhing as if to lash out at her, clearly furious.

Ji Mo stared in astonishment and blurted out, “Little White, are you angry?”

The White Jade Flood Dragon Whip quivered and flicked its tail arrogantly to the side, pointedly ignoring her. Ji Mo was stunned at first, but then comprehension dawned—this creature was far from slow-witted. Regaining her composure, she fixed her gaze on the whip and said eagerly, “Little White, you can understand me, can’t you?” The whip maintained its defiant pose and ignored her.

Ji Mo’s eyes shifted slightly. She glanced down at her finger, noting that the bite had already stopped bleeding and was almost healed. She quickly held her finger out to the White Jade Flood Dragon Whip with a placating smile. “Look, my finger isn’t bleeding anymore. Don’t worry, I won’t let blood drip on you. Come down, won’t you?”

Whether the whip actually understood her or not, after writhing a few times in midair, it finally descended with a soft whish and settled into Ji Mo’s palm.