505: A Lamp's Light
Though the little tiger desperately wanted to cling to her Senior Sister, Senior Sister Yun remained impartially strict. So, after putting away her private thoughts, Jiang Mo ultimately heeded the system's reminder and continued with her ti-limited challenge task.
Farming points from others had beco second nature to Jiang Mo after many days—provided she didn't deliberately detour to "accidentally" encounter Yun Qingyue. She generally needed only an hour or two to collect all available rewards. The last remaining location, which also offered the most substantial reward, was Zhiming Peak, which she had only approached yesterday and received a thorough thrashing for her trouble.
Thinking of this, Jiang Mo touched the corner of her mouth. After a night, the stubborn bruise had finally faded, sparing her embarrassnt in front of others. However, the pain from yesterday's beating seed to linger, making her body ache subtly at the re thought of Zhiming Peak.
Fortunately, having cultivated for many years, even though Jiang Mo had mostly focused on solitary training, she was no stranger to suffering injuries. She rely touched yesterday's wound site before resolutely setting off for Zhiming Peak again.
Zhiming Peak typically had few visitors, and because Divine Lord Zhiming spent most of his ti sleeping, there were barely even disciples assigned to attend to him.
With her special status as Jianbing, she naturally could enter Zhiming Hall directly. However, Jiang Mo probably hadn't anticipated that when she stepped into Zhiming Hall today, it wouldn't be empty. The sleep-loving Divine Lord Zhiming was actually awake, and it seed as if he was waiting for her.
Divine Lord Zhiming held a cup of spirit dew in his hand. Seeing her arrival, he slightly raised his eyelids with a half-smile: "Not bad, you still dare to co today."
Hearing this, Jiang Mo touched the corner of her mouth again. Regarding yesterday's beating, she wasn't as resentful as she had been initially. After all, though she had been beaten, the benefits she'd received were quite substantial—beyond the system task, she and her Senior Sister had naturally progressed in their relationship. Thinking of this, her touch at the corner of her mouth wasn't only because of yesterday's injury, but also from fear that she might inadvertently smile.
Fortunately, she restrained herself and could reply properly: "To receive guidance from Divine Lord is sothing many would envy. Besides, yesterday's minor injuries hardly count as wounds—why wouldn't I dare to co?"
Divine Lord Zhiming wasn't surprised by her return today, but he felt sothing odd about the person before him—yesterday after being beaten, this little tiger had left quite resentfully, yet today she seed almost to be floating with joy.
Had sothing happened last night?
The eternally single Black Tortoise clearly didn't understand and, after pondering briefly, dismissed the thought.
Divine Lord Zhiming set down his spirit dew, smiled, and asked bluntly: "Are you here to seek guidance, or to get beaten?"
Hearing this, Jiang Mo finally dropped the hand touching her mouth and said seriously: "Naturally to seek guidance—how could it be to get beaten?" Seeing his knowing, half-smiling gaze, she paused before adding: "Even if I'm to be beaten, could you avoid my face?"
She had found fortune in misfortune last night, but if she returned today with a face full of injuries, she would have trouble explaining—after all, she now had a wife, but her wife couldn't defeat Divine Lord Zhiming.
Divine Lord Zhiming seed to be in a good mood today. eting the little tiger's sincere gaze, he smiled: "Fine, I won't hit your face."
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Divine Lord Zhiming was a man of his word. When he said he wouldn't hit her face, he didn't.
Half an hour later, Jiang Mo lay exhausted on the ground, her entire body aching. Before her, Divine Lord Zhiming stood gracefully, slightly adjusting his sleeves, and lightly said: "I concede."
Jiang Mo, sprawled on the ground unable to lift even a finger: "..."
Hearing this perfunctory concession, Jiang Mo felt it almost mocking—after all, she had been beaten to such a state, yet he had the nerve to say he conceded. Despite her vexation, she was still grateful that he said those words—the system was sotis intelligent, like a gradually growing child, but at other tis quite rigid. For challenge tasks like this, the criterion for judging success or failure relied on just a single statent.
Thinking of this, with a shift in her thoughts, her status panel opened before her—
[Host: Jiang Mo
Race: White Tiger
Occupation: Divine Beast
Level: 76
Combat Power: 151,071
Experience: 237,210/320,000
Points: 13,210
Potential: ∞
Skills: Advanced Spiritual Energy Utilization, Blood Inheritance Suppression, Sharp tal Force, Way of Transformation...]
Looking at the experience points that had again increased significantly, Jiang Mo felt that the beating hadn't been in vain. anwhile, after these days of farming points, she had discovered another thing—compared to the steady growth of experience points, the more dramatic increase was clearly in combat power.
Just as she thought of this, she happened to hear Divine Lord Zhiming say: "Alright, that's enough for today. Co again tomorrow." After pausing, he added: "Although I don't know how you cultivate, your strength is indeed growing impressively. Today you're already sowhat stronger than yesterday, and by tomorrow, I expect you'll be even stronger than today."
Jiang Mo felt these words hit the mark, as leveling up required accumulated experience points, while combat power increased in real-ti. In fact, if she hadn't been beaten down unable to stand, she wouldn't need to wait until tomorrow—she could prove to Divine Lord Zhiming that she had beco stronger today.
However, it wouldn't be appropriate to show such imdiate results, so Jiang Mo responded deeply: "Mm, I'll co again tomorrow."
Hearing her promise, Divine Lord Zhiming nodded with satisfaction. After waiting a while without seeing her get up, he stepped forward and lightly kicked her: "Co on, it's almost dark. Aren't you leaving?"
Jiang Mo remained motionless on the ground and replied: "Let rest a bit and catch my breath."
Divine Lord Zhiming clicked his tongue upon hearing this, his tone filled with disdain. However, since she had been beaten down by him, he couldn't just drive her out like this. After waiting another mont, he rummaged through his spatial storage and finally took out a jade bottle. Crouching down, he directly poured its contents into Jiang Mo's mouth: "Consider yourself lucky. I don't want people saying I bully the weak."
Jiang Mo didn't know what Divine Lord Zhiming had fed her, but anything he produced would certainly be good. She gulped it down and imdiately felt vitality flood her body. Not only did her fatigue vanish completely, but all her injuries healed as well.
The little tiger sprang up in one motion, her gaze fixed intensely on the empty jade bottle, wanting to ask for more but feeling too embarrassed.
How could Divine Lord Zhiming not see through her? However, he didn't give her the opportunity to push her luck. With a casual wave of his sleeve, Jiang Mo felt a gust of wild wind, and before she could react, she was swept away and thrown directly off Zhiming Peak.
When the gust dissipated, Jiang Mo finally stabilized herself in mid-air, knowing she had been too greedy. Sowhat embarrassed, she bowed toward Zhiming Peak in a gesture of apology, then turned to leave. As she flew away, she rolled up her sleeve to take a look. Seeing her arm was fair and unblemished without a trace of injury, her mood lifted, and she flew even faster.
It was getting dark. Had her Senior Sister already returned?
……
Jiang Mo had spent considerable ti today trying to "accidentally" encounter her Senior Sister. Though she was spared the process of persuading Divine Lord Zhiming, by the ti she returned to Purple Cloud Peak, night had completely fallen, not much earlier than yesterday.
In contrast, Yun Qingyue had returned particularly early today, whether intentionally or not.
Though Jiang Mo's late return wasn't what she expected, Yun Qingyue harbored no dissatisfaction while waiting. Unlike yesterday, today she had lit a lamp and was waiting in the small house.
So when Jiang Mo rushed back, she could see that single light at the top of Purple Cloud Peak from far away—soone was waiting for her, and it was the person she had longed for over many years. This realization ward Jiang Mo's heart, even making it burn slightly. She flew faster and more urgently, stopping only when she reached the doorway of the small house.
After smoothing her clothes that had been ruffled by the wind from flying too quickly, Jiang Mo pushed open the door, the corners of her eyes and brows filled with smiles: "I'm back."
Yun Qingyue was sitting by the window, keeping watch by a lamp, looking at the glass-like sword embryo in her hand, her expression focused as if deep in thought. Hearing Jiang Mo's voice, she looked up, her beautiful face showing a unique tenderness in the candlelight.
Jiang Mo's heart stirred involuntarily. She stepped forward twice, just in ti to notice her Senior Sister's appraising gaze. She confidently raised her hand and turned in a circle, demonstrating: "I'm perfectly fine. I didn't suffer any injuries today."
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue indeed withdrew her scrutiny and nodded: "That's good."
After these words fell, before Jiang Mo could approach again, Yun Qingyue continued: "These days you've been challenging others everywhere, but you and I haven't fought once. The timing is right today—why don't we have a match?"
Jiang Mo had never expected her Senior Sister to say sothing like this and was montarily stunned: "Eh?"
From the beginning, Jiang Mo had never planned to challenge her Senior Sister, as her challenges were rely for completing tasks and going through the motions. Inconveniently, Yun Qingyue had always been at a lower level than her. Although later, through their dual cultivation, the other had gained a level, with Jiang Mo's extensive point farming and leveling up, the gap between them would only widen. She didn't see the necessity for a contest—even if she won, there would be no reward, and besides, how could she dare to win?
While contemplating how to politely decline this proposal, Jiang Mo unconsciously opened battle mode to take a look, and her gaze suddenly froze above Yun Qingyue's head... Wait, was she seeing things? Her Senior Sister was already at level 76?!
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