Early the next morning.
Xiao Mo went to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect's Scripture Pavilion to see if there was any way to improve Jiang Qingyi's physical condition.
Otherwise, if things continued like this, forget about what level Jiang Qingyi's cultivation would reach after fifty years.
She might even beco disheartened and give up cultivation before long.
In the Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Mo actually found a book.
This book was called "Heaven Continuation Formula."
It discussed how a person should rebuild themselves after their foundation was destroyed.
Jiang Qingyi having her sword bone extracted also belonged to a type of foundation destruction but the "Heaven Continuation Formula" ca with a price.
For most people, this price was too expensive but Xiao Mo felt it didn't matter.
After all, he was only experiencing this life for fifty years.
The higher Jiang Qingyi's cultivation level, the richer his rewards would be.
Using his contribution points to exchange for this book, following the prescription in the book, Xiao Mo went to the dicine hall to gather so herbs before returning to the peak.
In front of the courtyard, the fourteen-year-old girl was still practicing the sword technique her master had taught her.
"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called out.
"Master!"
Hearing her master's voice, Jiang Qingyi stopped and ran to Xiao Mo, her eyes bright as she looked at him.
Xiao Mo touched her head, "Qingyi, your master found a book in the Scripture Pavilion today. Later I'll brew you so dicine according to the thod inside and help clear your ridians, which will benefit your cultivation."
"Really? Thank you, Master," Jiang Qingyi said happily.
Xiao Mo smiled, "Go practice first. I'll call you when it's ready."
"Yes, Master." Jiang Qingyi continued practicing with her wooden sword.
After Xiao Mo brewed the dicine, he called her over and had her drink it.
When Jiang Qingyi took the first sip, the girl frowned tightly, feeling so nauseous she almost vomited, gripping her collar tightly.
"Is it very bitter?"
Xiao Mo dipped chopsticks in it and put so in his mouth.
It was indeed very bitter.
Extrely bitter.
Just a tiny bit made Xiao Mo feel his tongue going numb.
"I'll go buy you so candy," Xiao Mo stood up and said.
"No need, Master. I can drink it," Jiang Qingyi took the dicine bowl from her master's hands and gulped it down mouthful by mouthful.
Even though Jiang Qingyi almost vomited several tis, she forcibly held it back and desperately swallowed it down.
"Master... Qingyi finished it."
Jiang Qingyi wiped her mouth and showed a brilliant smile, not a drop left in the dicine bowl.
Looking at her smile, Xiao Mo felt so heartache.
Although she was only fourteen, she was truly very strong.
Perhaps she was afraid that with no progress in cultivation, he would expel her from his tutelage and she'd return to that precarious life.
Little did she know that if he hadn't transplanted her sword bone.
She should now be so sect's saint, a renowned female sword immortal known throughout the world, an existence revered by millions.
Xiao Mo patted her head, "Qingyi, sit cross-legged. I'll help clear your spiritual channels."
"Yes, Master." Jiang Qingyi nodded and obediently sat in front of Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo silently recited the incantation and input spiritual power into Jiang Qingyi's body.
"Mm..."
Jiang Qingyi straightened her back, feeling her body warm up.
Moreover, her master's spiritual power was surging through her body, as if sothing was about to be opened.
Sweat appeared on Jiang Qingyi's forehead.
Xiao Mo's face turned pale as his life essence continuously flowed away.
This was the price of using the "Heaven Continuation Formula" to help Jiang Qingyi rebuild herself: Xiao Mo's lifespan.
"Huh..."
An hour later, Xiao Mo finished the technique, sweat having soaked his back.
"Master... I..."
Jiang Qingyi slowly opened her eyes. She clearly felt spiritual power flowing within her body, and her body seed much lighter.
"Congratulations, you've entered the first level of Qi Refinent," Xiao Mo smiled.
"Thank you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi was extrely happy but soon, the smile on the girl's face disappeared, replaced by worry, "Master, you look so pale."
"It's nothing," Xiao Mo shook his head, "Just a bit tired. Co, let's go out. You can practice the sword technique I taught you again."
"Yes, Master."
Xiao Mo walked out of the room, and the girl picked up her wooden sword to practice the "Grass Character Sword Formula" her master had taught her.
Although Jiang Qingyi had only entered the first level of Qi Refinent, each of her moves and forms began to carry sharp sword intent.
Moreover, when she gripped the long sword, her apricot eyes beneath sword-like brows were clear and determined.
She truly had talent.
The final sword thrust of the first form of the "Grass Character Sword Formula."
A falling leaf was pierced in half by Jiang Qingyi, and the tree not far away had a small hole broken through it, bark flying.
"Very good," Xiao Mo stepped forward and gently patted her head, "You indeed didn't disappoint ."
Jiang Qingyi hugged her wooden sword and looked up at Xiao Mo from below, "Because of Master, Qingyi can cultivate. Qingyi will definitely not let Master's hard work go to waste."
Just as Xiao Mo was about to encourage Jiang Qingyi further, teors streaked across the night sky above.
Jiang Qingyi followed her master's gaze to look at the sky, the brilliant teors making the girl's eyes light up, "Master, what is this? It's so beautiful."
"These are called teors," Xiao Mo placed his hand on her head, "Qingyi, make a wish."
"Make a wish?" Jiang Qingyi tilted her head in confusion.
"Mm," Xiao Mo looked at the teors in the sky, "In my hotown, there's a saying that if you make a wish on teors, the wish will co true."
"Really? Then Qingyi wants to make a wish," the girl quickly put her hands together and silently made a wish in her heart.
A few minutes later, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at her master beside her, "Master, did you also make a wish?"
"I made a wish."
"What was Master's wish?"
"What was Qingyi's wish?" Xiao Mo asked back.
"Qingyi hopes Master's wish can co true."
Xiao Mo was stunned for a mont, then smiled, "My wish was hoping that Qingyi, fifty years from now, can beco a very, very powerful sword immortal."
"Eh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked blankly.
"Master..."
Jiang Qingyi gently grabbed Xiao Mo's sleeve.
"Qingyi will definitely work very hard! Will definitely beco a very, very powerful sword immortal!"
Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
A woman stood in the courtyard, raising her head to look at the vast and boundless starry sky.
The woman had sword-like brows and starry eyes, with a tall and slender figure.
Compared to the woman's breathtaking beauty, what left a deeper impression on the world was her identity as the sect master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the world's number one sword immortal.
"Sect Master, it's late at night," a maid walked to the woman's side.
"Qiu Ye..."
The woman looked at the teors streaking across the sky and slowly spoke.
"I've heard that making wishes on teors will make them co true. Do you believe that?"
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