502: Tiger's Intentions
Yun Qingyue and Jiang Mo weren't constantly stuck together. Especially after Jiang Mo beca familiar with the point-farming routes, Yun Qingyue didn't need to accompany her daily. During her free ti, she either accepted small tasks from the Sect Leader or went to Mount Mingxia to receive instructions from her master. In these special tis, there were always countless matters requiring attention.
Today, Yun Qingyue had led people patrolling within the sect for an entire day—perhaps due to the crowding or the tense atmosphere, despite being at a critical mont requiring unity in the face of impending calamity, so people couldn't contain their volatile tempers. As the hosts, Xuanqing Sect had to dispatch personnel to patrol and maintain stability, and these patrol leaders needed to be of considerable cultivation level.
Yun Qingyue had only been handling this task for two days but had already settled over a dozen disputes, leaving her helpless and exhausted.
As dusk fell, the sect, which had been quite lively during the day, finally quieted down. Yun Qingyue bid farewell to her fellow disciples and returned to Purple Cloud Peak.
By her calculations, Jiang Mo should have finished her challenges by now. During the past few days, Yun Qingyue would return to the little tiger's enthusiastic welco. However, today, she found the small house completely dark, with no one appearing before her imdiately.
Yun Qingyue was sowhat surprised. Upon entering the small house, she found it indeed empty. After circling the peak, she still couldn't find Jiang Mo in the flower sea, confirming that she truly was late today.
Usually, it was Jiang Mo waiting for her return, but today was a rare occasion when the other was late, so they simply switched roles.
Yun Qingyue looked at the darkening sky, then turned and sat on the swing in the flower sea, waiting for Jiang Mo's return while pondering sothing unknown.
Fortunately, Jiang Mo didn't return too late. Before the last trace of light vanished from the horizon, that familiar golden flying beam finally appeared in view, heading toward Purple Cloud Peak. Whether it was an illusion or not, the flying beam seed unsteady, staggering like soone drunk. Thankfully, it still landed safely on Purple Cloud Peak.
anwhile, Jiang Mo, who was riding the flying beam back, was indeed not in good condition.
Today, she had mustered her courage to visit Zhiming Peak, and whether she had disturbed Divine Lord Zhiming's sleep or not, after she issued her challenge, he had given her a thorough thrashing. Jiang Mo thought she had taken the beating for nothing, but in the end, she wasn't sure if Divine Lord Zhiming had beco more agreeable after venting his anger or if he had already heard about her challenges everywhere, but he actually let her earn that reward.
Over sixty thousand experience points, roughly equivalent to a full day's worth of challenges, was certainly delightful. However, Divine Lord Zhiming's iron fists weren't easy to endure. Despite having taken dicinal pills, Jiang Mo's entire body still ached, making her flying unstable.
Staggering as she landed on Purple Cloud Peak, Jiang Mo hurriedly glanced at the small house at the peak, seeing it was still dark, clearly indicating the other owner hadn't returned. She sighed in relief—her Senior Sister had already wholeheartedly helped her farm points, yet she remained unsatisfied and ran to Divine Lord Zhiming to get beaten up. This was sothing she didn't particularly want the other to know.
Fortunately, her Senior Sister hadn't returned yet, giving her ti to go back to the small house and prepare.
Jiang Mo was walking toward the small house with this sense of relief when suddenly a familiar cool voice ca from the side: "Where did you go? Why are you back so late today?"
Upon hearing her Senior Sister's voice, Jiang Mo instinctively turned her head to look. In the darkness, she saw her Senior Sister standing up from the swing. She quickly glanced over, then suddenly realized sothing and hurriedly turned her head back. "Nothing special, just went out for a walk and didn't notice the ti. It got late." After a pause, she added, "Ayue ca back quite early today."
Yun Qingyue approached Jiang Mo with unhurried steps. Seeing Jiang Mo trying to hide sothing, not daring to look at her, she tilted her head slightly, attempting to move her line of sight to face her directly.
However, Jiang Mo, as if feeling guilty, noticed her Senior Sister's movent and also tilted her head, her concealing attitude becoming more obvious.
Previously, Yun Qingyue wasn't one to probe deeply, believing everyone had their own secrets. She had secrets she didn't want to tell others, and naturally, others could have secrets they didn't want to tell her. But tonight, Jiang Mo was truly abnormal, and her concealing posture only drew more attention. So Yun Qingyue, without a word, directly reached out and gripped Jiang Mo's chin.
The pale hand applied slight pressure. The person whose chin was held resisted slightly before finally yielding. Jiang Mo followed her Senior Sister's force and turned her head, finally exposing her entire face to Yun Qingyue.
By now, the sky had darkened, but night couldn't obstruct a cultivator's vision. Therefore, Yun Qingyue imdiately spotted the bruise at the corner of Jiang Mo's mouth.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her slightly pursed lips revealed her displeasure. Although Yun Qingyue knew that she might not be able to deal with soone who could hurt Jiang Mo, she still couldn't help but cool her voice: "Who hurt you?"
Yun Qingyue's tone was calm, but the coldness in her voice was evident to anyone.
Jiang Mo felt so joy at the other's concern but imdiately reached out to hold her Senior Sister's cool hand. "No one. Ayue, don't be angry. I was just careless..." She didn't dare say the injury was inflicted by Divine Lord Zhiming. Given the vast difference in strength, if she told her Senior Sister the truth, the other wouldn't be rushing to avenge her but would be twisting her ear to teach her a lesson.
However, Jiang Mo likely underestimated Yun Qingyue's understanding of her. Seeing her attitude, Yun Qingyue imdiately ford a guess: "Careless? Could it be that you carelessly challenged soone you couldn't defeat?"
Hearing these words, Jiang Mo's heart skipped a beat. She pursed her lips, not daring to make a sound.
Yun Qingyue didn't need her to speak. One look at Jiang Mo's expression told her that her guess wasn't wrong. She inwardly snorted lightly and continued to guess: "There are only so many experts in the sect, and you've already tried most of them. Those remaining... Could it be one of those Supre Elders?" As she spoke, she observed Jiang Mo's expression, paused slightly, and continued, "Or Divine Lord Zhiming?"
When Jiang Mo heard the last sentence, her eyelids finally couldn't help but twitch, and the pain from her injuries still throbbed.
Yun Qingyue didn't miss the change in her expression and was imdiately annoyed by this audacious little tiger. However, she didn't twist Jiang Mo's ear to teach her a lesson as expected. She just gave her a sidelong glance and then swept away with her sleeve.
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Jiang Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with her actions. After all, Divine Lord Zhiming was one of their own, and she was just a little tiger not yet a hundred years old. Even if he didn't understand the situation, he would at most discipline her like an elder training a cub.
He certainly wouldn't beat her to the point of severe injury, nor would he make her lose limbs. So what was there to fear?
But now she knew what was fearso—watching her Senior Sister sweep away, seeing the door of the small house close before her eyes, Jiang Mo touched her nose which had almost been hit and finally looked a bit dumbfounded.
She raised her hand to tentatively push the door, unsurprisingly unable to open it, and finally felt a bit panicked. She changed from pushing to knocking, calling out while knocking: "Ayue, I'm still outside. Open the door for ."
Though with her cultivation level, a door with just a small restriction couldn't stop her, who opened the door made a significant difference.
Indeed, Yun Qingyue inside the house heard Jiang Mo's voice but remained completely unmoved. She was still angry—angry at Jiang Mo for not knowing her limits, and angry at her for not taking care of herself. A cultivator's constitution was robust, and a White Tiger's constitution was even more so, but even then, the bruise at the corner of Jiang Mo's mouth hadn't faded. Was it because she didn't want it to? Of course not, it was simply because it couldn't be healed.
Divine Lord Zhiming wasn't the type to target only the face when striking. Now that Jiang Mo's face had such an injury, how many more injuries must she have on her body? The more Yun Qingyue thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, and the more heartbroken she felt, the more annoyed she beca.
Jiang Mo knocked for a long ti without the door opening, but she still didn't dare to break in violently. The pain all over her body gradually gave rise to a sense of grievance. Later, she stopped saying anything and just knocked intermittently. That knocking sound seed to carry a hint of grievance.
After knocking for who knows how long, Jiang Mo's knocking beca chanical. Just then, the door was suddenly pulled open.
Jiang Mo, habitually continuing to knock, couldn't stop her hand in ti and almost knocked directly on her Senior Sister. In the instant her wrist was caught, Jiang Mo's curled fingers were only half an inch away from her Senior Sister's vital area.
She froze, imdiately withdrew her hand, stood at attention, and stamred an explanation: "I, I didn't an to."
Yun Qingyue looked at her deeply, didn't say anything, and simply pulled her back into the house.
Jiang Mo didn't know whether to feel relieved or nervous—relieved that after knocking for so long, her Senior Sister had finally cald down and let her in, nervous that she had almost offended her Senior Sister, and unsure if the other would be even angrier.
While Jiang Mo was full of anxiety, with a creaking sound, the door closed behind her.
Yun Qingyue looked at her with a calm gaze, as if examining her. After a while, she finally raised her chin and said the first words to her: "Strip."
Jiang Mo was stunned, not understanding: "Strip what?"
Yun Qingyue, with an unchanged expression, said matter-of-factly: "Naturally, strip your clothes."
Imdiately, Jiang Mo nervously grabbed her collar, looking at Yun Qingyue with a shocked and unfamiliar gaze—who was this? This surely couldn't be her cool, self-restrained Senior Sister, otherwise how could she say such suggestive words?!
Yun Qingyue imdiately saw through Jiang Mo's thoughts, her heart instantly stalling again, nearly laughing in exasperation: "I an, take off your clothes so I can see your injuries. After fighting with Divine Lord Zhiming, you can't possibly only have an injury at the corner of your mouth, right?"
Judging from the injury, Divine Lord Zhiming hadn't simply gone easy on her; it seed Jiang Mo had been disciplined thoroughly today.
Hearing this, Jiang Mo realized she had misunderstood. At that mont, she didn't know whether she felt more relieved or more disappointed. She pouted, mumbling sothing indistinct, her hand touching her clothes sash hesitantly, just too embarrassed to untie it.
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