Xiao Mo had the Imperial Kitchen prepare so stead buns.
He accepted Fairy Jiang’s invitation and joined her for breakfast in the courtyard.
However, this woman nad Jiang Rou would lift a corner of her veil to eat, placing the bun underneath and taking small bites.
Xiao Mo snuck a few glances at her, but Fairy Jiang was always on guard, making it impossible for him to see her face beneath the veil.
"You seem quite eager to see my face."
Jiang Qingyi looked up at Xiao Mo and asked calmly.
"I admit I’m a little curious about what you look like," Xiao Mo said honestly.
"You can look," Jiang Qingyi replied.
"Huh?" Xiao Mo paused, surprised she had agreed so readily.
"You can look, but you must have a sword duel with . If you win, I’ll let you see," Jiang Qingyi said, gazing into Xiao Mo’s eyes. She seed serious.
"And if I lose?" Xiao Mo asked in return.
"If you lose..." Jiang Qingyi sized Xiao Mo up. "We’ll cross that bridge when we co to it."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"So? Will you or won’t you?"
"I’d better not. I’d rather not make a fool of myself in front of you." Xiao Mo stood up. "Fairy Jiang, please get so rest. I will take my leave now."
’Are you kidding ? A Qi Cultivation Realm Cultivator like dueling her?’
’And she’s an Inner Sect Disciple from the First Sword Sect...’
’I’m well aware of my own limitations.’
Xiao Mo turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Watching Xiao Mo’s departing figure, Jiang Qingyi blinked slowly but said nothing to stop him.
Only after Xiao Mo had left did Jiang Qingyi pull back her gaze, looking up at the vast, blue sky.
"No rush."
Jiang Qingyi shook her head and murmured, as if to herself.
"I just need to take it slow. This ti, he won’t get away."
...
After returning to the Wendao Platform, Xiao Mo practiced the Grass Character Sword Intent for an hour.
When he was thoroughly exhausted and his Spiritual Power was depleted, Xiao Mo sat on the ground to regulate his breathing, preparing to enter the Hundred Generations Book again without wasting a single mont.
「Inside the Hundred Generations Book」
Xiao Mo had already rescued his Senior Brother Luo Yang from the dungeons.
But Luo Yang’s position in Shuijing City had been revoked, and even his title as Dean of the Academy was gone. He had effectively been expelled from the Confucian Academy.
Luo Yang, however, didn’t seem to mind much.
Luo Yang knew that if the World of Ten Thousand Laws hadn’t been considerate of his junior brother’s status as a Confucian Saint...
...once the accusation of "colluding with the Demon Race" was pinned on him, his fate would likely have been grim.
Even if his master had pleaded for him, he would have had his Cultivation destroyed and been reduced to a cripple, if not killed.
After all, in the World of Ten Thousand Laws, collusion between the Human Race and the Demon Race was the greatest taboo.
"Senior Brother Luo, what are your plans now?"
Xiao Mo asked his senior brother as they stood on the city wall.
Luo Yang shook his head. "What other plans could I have? I’ll just keep killing Demons. Even though I’m no longer a disciple of the Confucian Academy, I’m still a person of the World of Ten Thousand Laws."
Xiao Mo thought for a mont, then said, "How about you stick with , Senior Brother? I happen to be in need of an assistant."
Luo Yang looked at Xiao Mo, considered it, and nodded. "That works too."
"But the places I go are quite dangerous. When the ti cos, Senior Brother... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
Xiao Mo started coughing violently before he could finish his sentence.
Xiao Mo lowered the hand covering his mouth.
In his palm was a pool of bright red blood.
"Junior Brother, your health..." Luo Yang hadn’t noticed when he first saw him.
But now that his junior brother had coughed a few tis, Luo Yang realized his aura was in complete disarray.
"It’s nothing," Xiao Mo said, shaking his head. "Just so lingering injuries from my last battle with that Ascension Realm Demon Cultivator."
"Junior Brother, from the looks of it, this is more than ’just’ so injuries. I know a few Immortal Realm dical Cultivators. I’ll take you to see them." Luo Yang’s expression was fraught with anxiety.
"It’s no use."
Xiao Mo took a deep breath, steadying his aura.
"I’ve already had Granny Hua from the dical School look at . My injuries are incurable. Even if I were to withdraw from the war now and find a place to just survive, I’d only live for three hundred years at most. Since that’s the case, I might as well use the ti I have left to do more, to kill more Demons.
Besides, no one knows about my injuries except for you, Granny Hua, and the Academy Master.
As long as I conceal my aura and don’t fight an Ascension Realm cultivator to the death, I won’t be exposed.
My re presence is enough to act as a powerful deterrent."
"..." Luo Yang’s face filled with sorrow.
"No need to look so grim, Senior Brother." Xiao Mo lifted his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "At least I still have so ti left to live. That Ascension Realm Great Demon, Wan Xi, is dead."
"Sigh..." Luo Yang sighed and shook his head. "Junior Brother, in the battles to co, you mustn’t push yourself too hard."
"We’ll see," Xiao Mo said with a smile, not making any promises.
Just then, a Communication Flying Sword shot toward Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo opened the compartnt on the sword, took out the letter, and read it. "Let’s go, Senior Brother. We’ve got a job to do. To the front lines."
With that, Xiao Mo took a step and left Shuijing City behind. Watching his junior brother’s figure, Luo Yang could only hurry to follow.
In the sixty-second year of the Human-Demon War, Xiao Mo, serving as the City Lord of Fengxue City, led two hundred thousand Human Race Cultivators to repel the Demon Race’s final counterattack. Xiao Mo’s forces won a great victory, pursuing the Demon army for five hundred li and killing a total of one hundred sixty thousand Demons.
In the sixty-fifth year of the Human-Demon War, the World of Ten Thousand Laws had completely reversed its disadvantage. The Demon Race’s World was plagued by internal conflicts, and their morale plumted. The Demon Race’s World proposed a truce with the Human Race, but Xiao Mo decisively rejected it, believing their offer was a pretense to buy ti to resolve their internal strife.
In the sixty-sixth year of the Human-Demon War, Xiao Mo, against all opposition and with the support of the Confucian Academy’s Master, Kong Sheng, pushed for the World of Ten Thousand Laws to continue its fight against the Demon Race, vowing to drive them out of the World of Ten Thousand Laws completely.
In one great battle after another, the Human Race gradually began to gain the upper hand.
anwhile, Xiao Mo’s injuries grew increasingly severe.
His original three-hundred-year lifespan dwindled with each battle, growing shorter and shorter, just as it had in his first life.
Fortunately, the Human Race now held the advantage in the Human-Demon War, and that advantage was still growing. The Demon Race was showing signs of exhaustion.
The piece of Profound Ice within the Amber at Xiao Mo’s waist finally lted completely after he killed one last Jade Realm Great Demon.
The day after he had accumulated enough rit, Xiao Mo handed off all his duties, planning to return to the Northern Wilderness imdiately to treat Ruxue.
Then, he would figure out a way to coax Ruxue into undergoing her Tribulation and Ascension.
But an hour before Xiao Mo was to set off for the Desolate Land, a Communication Flying Sword landed before him.
It was a letter from Senior Sister Shang.
The letter’s contents were extrely brief—
"Xiao Qing has led the Demon Race to annihilate two Human Race Sects. The Human Race Alliance is planning to encircle and destroy them."
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