The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2274 – Deceptive Sacred Tool (1)

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Under the sun, Xiu flew out of the capital city with Shen Yanxiao and arrived at a mountain forest not far from the capital city. He landed on the ground and put the little fellow in his arms on the gra.s.s.

"I'm a little excited." Shen Yanxiao touched the sacred tool on her hand and her eyes flashed a little excitement.

Even if she had become the ruler of the Radiance Continent, Shen Yanxiao had never encountered a superior sacred tool before.

There were sacred tools here on Storm Continent, but the ones in the dwarves' hands were the lowest grade because they basically did not use them.

"Superior sacred tools can be converted into weapons and armor. You might as well try the weapon first." Xiu touched Shen Yanxiao's small head; it was rare to see this little fellow so eager to do a thing. The usual Shen Yanxiao always had a mature temperament, and her treatment of everything was very insipid. It was fresh to see her like this once in a while.

"Alright!" The excited little thief nodded her head merrily.

Shen Yanxiao held her breath and then transported her spiritual force to the ring. Sensing the urge of its master, the sacred tool immediately gave off a brilliant light.

"Weapon!" Shen Yanxiao gave a shout and the light on the ring burst in an instant.

When the light faded, a long silver whip appeared on Shen Yanxiao's hand.

"Is this my weapon?!" Shen Yanxiao stared dumbfoundedly at the silver whip in her hand.

The silver whip shone brightly in the sun; the gorgeous whip was dazzling like a diamond.

No matter who saw it, they would marvel at its beauty.

No normal woman would refuse such a gorgeous silver whip.

But...

This weapon didn't look domineering at all!

Shen Yanxiao had once fantasized about how domineering the weapon from her sacred tool would be, but she never thought it would be such a gorgeous-looking whip that felt completely innocuous...

A whip...

It seemed something that many women would choose such a thing because flinging it out looked very cool; still, in an actual battle its effect was mediocre, and the user had to have quite the flexible wrist. For most girls, whips were just ornaments. The flinging it around was simply a showy, yet impractical, skill. For ordinary people, it might also be a little lethal, but for those senior professionals and above, it was entirely nonlethal.

Shen Yanxiao's heart was broken all over the floor.

"Why is it a whip... At least, it should be a dagger or a sword..." Shen Yanxiao lamented; this was completely different from what she had imagined!

Where was the domineeringness?! Was it really a little girl's weapon she was seeing with her eyes?

Compared with Shen Yanxiao's grief, Xiu did not have the slightest dissatisfaction.

"You underestimate the power of a weapon transformed from a sacred tool. It is not as simple as an ordinary whip." Xiu had come into contact with more sacred tools than Shen Yanxiao, so he was well aware that some sacred tools, though they looked weak, could inflict unexpected damage.

"Really?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu in doubt.

"Yes."

"Shall I try it?" Holding a tragic mood, like that of an equine veterinarian treating a dying horse, Shen Yanxiao could only hold the silver whip and fling it toward the rock at the side.

The sharp whip hit the hard rock; however, the explosive lethality of her imagination did not appear at all as it only left a faint trace on the surface of the rock.

Shen Yanxiao was about to spit up blood.

Could you not be so cruel?

She worked so hard to create this superior sacred tool, and that was how she was rewarded?

Shen Yanxiao's heart had taken an unprecedented blow.