Xiao Mo held the Condensed Light Longsword in his hand.
Each ti Xiao Mo swung it, a crimson glow left a fleeting afterimage in the air.
Moreover, the longer Xiao Mo used it, the more effectively the Condensed Light Longsword tempered the Spiritual Power within his body.
Even his overly sharp Sword Qi seed to be gently enveloped by the longsword, preventing it from harming his Spirit Veins and allowing him to gain better control over it.
He had to admit, that Fairy Jiang from the Wanjian Sect had truly given him a wonderful gift.
With this longsword and his current talent, Xiao Mo was confident he could achieve a breakthrough to Foundation Establishnt within four months.
Just as Xiao Mo’s practice of the Grass Character Sword Intent was becoming increasingly smooth, to the point where he was gradually Entering the Dao and losing himself in the art, a flash of white sword light landed before him.
Xiao Mo didn’t stop, eting the white sword light head-on.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A white longsword clashed with the Condensed Light Longsword in Xiao Mo’s hand.
Both were using the Grass Character Sword Intent.
The woman had also suppressed her Realm to the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer.
But compared to Xiao Mo, the woman’s every move was more composed, even tinged with a hint of nonchalance.
Soon, however, a flash of surprise appeared in her eyes, and she began to take the fight more seriously.
ZING!
After fifty exchanges, the woman sent the longsword in Xiao Mo’s hand flying with a single strike.
The longsword stabbed into the ground, shattering the paving stones, its blade humming with a tremor.
And the woman’s longsword was resting on Xiao Mo’s neck.
The woman’s brows furrowed slightly. Holding her longsword, she used its flat to tap the acupoints on both sides of Xiao Mo’s shoulders. Then, she took a step forward and placed a fair finger on his heart.
Xiao Mo was unable to move. He could only feel the woman’s domineering Spiritual Power penetrating his body, probing his Spirit Veins and Root Bone.
Xiao Mo didn’t resist. Mainly because resisting would have been useless.
After the ti it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the woman withdrew her jade-like finger and unsealed Xiao Mo’s acupoints.
"Fairy Jiang, is sothing wrong?" Xiao Mo asked.
The woman perford a flourish, sheathing her sword. From behind her veil, her thin lips parted, her tone as icy as ever:
"It’s nothing. It’s just that your progress today has been astonishingly fast. Not only have you reached the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, but the flow of Spiritual Power in your body is incredibly smooth, and you’re finding it easier to Enter the Dao while practicing your Sword Technique. I suspected you might have used so unorthodox thods."
"..." Xiao Mo was speechless but didn’t let it show on his face. "Perhaps my recent cultivation has simply been going well."
’I can only be thankful that both the Dragon Thunder Liquid and the Celestial Dao Marrow Cleansing Liquid, once used, completely rge into one’s bloodline and vanish without a trace, undetectable by others.’
’Otherwise, I’d have a very hard ti explaining this.’
At Xiao Mo’s answer, Jiang Qingyi nodded thoughtfully.
Although his progress was sowhat unbelievable, it was the only explanation she had.
And it was true that this world was full of all sorts of people. So simply progressed faster the more they cultivated.
There were even those who languished in the Nascent Soul Realm for a thousand years, only to have a Realm Breakthrough into the Jade Realm at the last mont of their lives, soaring all the way to Ascension thereafter.
"Why didn’t I see you yesterday, Fairy Jiang?"
Seeing Jiang Qingyi lost in thought, Xiao Mo changed the subject, afraid she was still suspicious and would insist on interrogating him.
"I went to see soone yesterday," Jiang Qingyi said, her expression tinged with displeasure.
"Soone?" Xiao Mo asked curiously.
"Princess Qingyang of the Qin Kingdom—Qin Mujiu."
Jiang Qingyi hugged her longsword, recalling her conversation with Qin Siyao from the day before. She couldn’t help but rub the corner of her eye, seemingly sensing trouble ahead.
"But speaking of which, Your Majesty is truly blessed with beautiful won."
Jiang Qingyi looked up at Xiao Mo, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Not only will Your Majesty marry Yan Ruxue, the most talented woman in the Zhou Kingdom, but now even that Eldest Princess from the Qin Kingdom is coming to the palace to serve you."
"It seems Your Majesty’s cold and quiet harem is about to get a lot more lively."
"Fairy Jiang, please don’t tease . One daughter of the Yan Clan is already more than I can handle. Now there’s a Princess of Qin on the way, who knows how much trouble that will be... By comparison, being with you is much more comfortable, Fairy Jiang."
Xiao Mo shook his head helplessly.
"Oh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked, looking at Xiao Mo. "Does Your Majesty an to say you want to take into your harem as well?"
"That’s not what I ant..."
Xiao Mo looked at the woman before him and said jokingly,
"However, if you’d like to try being a Consort for fun, Fairy Jiang, it wouldn’t be out of the question. You could even pick your own title."
"Heh." Jiang Qingyi gave a cold laugh. "If Your Majesty wants to add to your harem, that’s fine. We can talk about it after you manage to defeat one day."
As she spoke, Jiang Qingyi’s longsword shot forward. Startled, Xiao Mo yanked his own sword from the ground to block.
Jiang Qingyi’s thrust was even faster than before, and every ti she found an opening, she would rap Xiao Mo with the flat of her blade.
Xiao Mo was in absolute misery from the pain.
THUD!
After an incense stick’s worth of ti, Xiao Mo had been backed into a corner, his back flat against the wall. Jiang Qingyi thrust her sword, embedding it in the wall right beside his ear, effectively pinning him.
The two of them were very close.
A gentle breeze blew past, causing the woman’s veil to lightly brush against Xiao Mo’s chin.
Xiao Mo was sure of it now.
She was just in a bad mood.
She had just been taking it out on him.
But Xiao Mo couldn’t figure out why.
"Fairy Jiang, do you have so sort of grudge against that Princess Qingyang from the Qin Kingdom?" Xiao Mo asked directly.
"I don’t have a grudge, no. I simply dislike all won in this world!" Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "Including myself."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"It seems Your Majesty won’t be able to take into your harem for now. Perhaps Your Majesty can try again after cultivating for another few hundred years."
Jiang Qingyi pulled out her sword and turned to leave the Wendao Platform.
"Fairy Jiang," Xiao Mo called out.
"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?" Jiang Qingyi glanced back at him over her shoulder.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, Fairy Jiang. I was wondering if you might be free. The Zhou Kingdom would like to hold a banquet to celebrate it for you," Xiao Mo asked.
"How does Your Majesty know tomorrow is my birthday?" Jiang Qingyi asked.
"You are, after all, the National Master sent by the Wanjian Sect. It is only natural for the Zhou Kingdom to know your birthday, to avoid any breach of etiquette."
"A celebratory banquet is unnecessary," Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I dislike crowds."
"Then what kind of birthday gift would you like, Fairy Jiang? Otherwise, it will truly seem as though the Zhou Kingdom has been negligent," Xiao Mo asked again.
Jiang Qingyi thought for a mont, then said, "An osmanthus cake."
"An osmanthus cake?" Xiao Mo was taken aback.
"Yes, just one osmanthus cake will do. But it must be as large as a millstone."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Qingyi turned back around. "Can’t you do it?"
"That’s easy enough, but... just one osmanthus cake?"
"Mm."
Jiang Qingyi nodded, looking directly into Xiao Mo’s eyes.
"One osmanthus cake... will be enough..."
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