507: Pitter-Patter of Rain
When Peak Master Qingyu departed, Jiang Mo felt the atmosphere was sowhat strange. Especially that final glance she cast, seemingly filled with killing intent, making the little tiger's heart pound chaotically.
Jiang Mo even secretly touched her legs, wondering if they would remain intact tonight.
Fortunately, Qingyu rely glanced at Jiang Mo and, for so unknown reason, didn't say much to Yun Qingyue either. She gave her disciple another deep look, appearing to have words unsaid, but ultimately left without speaking them.
Yun Qingyue seed to understand sothing, yet felt it couldn't have been discovered by her master so quickly. Slightly composing herself, she noticed Jiang Mo nearly bristling beside her. She imdiately set aside extraneous thoughts, feeling both irritated and amused, and stroked the tiger's head, asking: "What's wrong? Are you so frightened just from seeing my master?" To think you dared to take her disciple!
Jiang Mo was still feeling apprehensive, but upon hearing her senior sister's words, her face and ears reddened involuntarily. She tugged at her senior sister's sleeve, stamring for quite so ti before saying: "That's because I feel guilty. When things settle down, I'll... I'll formally ask Master for your hand in marriage."
The two would certainly marry—even without the system task, she wanted to make her wife.
Hearing this, the corners of Yun Qingyue's lips curved upward, her glassy beautiful eyes brimming with gentle affection—no one would reject such a promise from their beloved, especially since according to her original plan, they should have married first.
Of course, Yun Qingyue's good mood wasn't just due to Jiang Mo's promise, but also because of their earlier duel. Without using their full strength, they had at least employed eighty percent of their abilities, resulting in an evenly matched bout. This suggested that last night's events hadn't affected Jiang Mo, and her recent challenges seed to have yielded quite remarkable results.
Jiang Mo hadn't thought that much about it from beginning to end. But speaking of marriage proposals, she couldn't help but daydream, the corners of her mouth unconsciously lifting high. It was the cool night breeze that awakened her consciousness. She hurriedly pressed down her smile and said: "The night is deep. Let's go back..."
The words "to rest" never erged because as Jiang Mo lowered her head, she suddenly discovered only ruins beneath her feet.
Yun Qingyue, hearing her half-finished sentence, also looked down and fell silent—the two faced each other awkwardly, rembering their agreent before the fight to stop at first contact and avoid damaging the flowers and plants on the peak. But now, not only was the patch of purple cloud flowers gone, but so too were their small house, the swing they had built, and the pond they had dug.
Silence, continued silence. Yun Qingyue rarely experienced such embarrassnt.
Jiang Mo looked at the ruins below, then at her senior sister, then at herself, her face full of aggrieved expressions, not knowing whom to bla.
Seeing the little tiger's pitiful state, Yun Qingyue lightly coughed and took the bla: "It's my fault. Once I started fighting, I couldn't hold back. But it's not a big problem—after I tidy up, everything will be restored."
For cultivators, planting a sea of flowers or building a small house was actually quite effortless.
But Jiang Mo couldn't bear to let Yun Qingyue take the bla, so she waved her hand and said: "How is it your fault? Clearly we both demolished our ho together. It's fine, there's no rush. It's late tonight—we can plant flowers tomorrow."
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue understood. She took out a portable courtyard from her storage space and placed it on top of Purple Cloud Peak, providing accommodations for the night—this item was useless to Jiang Mo with her innate space, and Yun Qingyue hadn't prepared one before either. But as Xuanqing Sect received more and more visitors, such portable residences beca popular, and even Yun Qingyue had obtained one from her senior brothers at Mount Qingyun.
This portable courtyard was more exquisite and spacious than their original small house, but Jiang Mo didn't find it as pleasing as the house they had built with their own hands. However, she had no intention of rebuilding—first, it would be troubleso; second, what was destroyed was destroyed, and there was no need to rebuild.
Yun Qingyue clearly understood her thoughts as well. The two were often in tacit agreent.
She took Jiang Mo's hand and led her toward the small courtyard: "Let's go back. Those injuries of yours need treatnt too."
Yes, they both had injuries. Yun Qingyue hadn't ntioned it, and Jiang Mo had forgotten. Now, seeing the traces of crimson on her senior sister's snow-white Dharma robe, she felt her heart clench in pain and couldn't help but regret: "It's all my fault. I didn't know my own strength. Ah Yue, how severe are your injuries?"
"Minor wounds, nothing serious," Yun Qingyue didn't take it to heart, as even though they had fought to the point of demolishing their ho, they would instinctively hold back when facing each other. Those injuries on her body were rely flesh wounds—one dicinal pill would heal them instantly. Or without pills, circulating spiritual energy for a few cycles would heal them in a day or two.
Nevertheless, Jiang Mo remained anxious, taking out spiritual dicine and feeding it to Yun Qingyue, only feeling relieved after seeing her injuries heal.
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The night ultimately passed peacefully.
With their relationship having progressed further, even though they moved to a spacious portable courtyard, Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue still slept in the sa bed. Before falling asleep, Yun Qingyue gazed at Jiang Mo's sleeping face for quite so ti before slowly closing her eyes.
The two slept well through the night, awakening the next day to the pitter-patter of rain.
Jiang Mo clung to her senior sister in bed for quite so ti, only pretending to wake up when Yun Qingyue, unable to bear it any longer, was about to push her away. Then, glancing at the rain outside the window, she suddenly asked: "Ah Yue, doesn't the formation keep out rain?"
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue first froze, then suddenly realized sothing, her expression imdiately becoming serious—the formation Jiang Mo ntioned was naturally the sect's protective grand formation. Once activated, it would isolate everything from the outside, even the demonic barrier couldn't penetrate it. Logically, apart from sunlight, external wind, frost, rain, and dew should all be unable to enter.
Wind could be explained, as Xuanqing Sect's territory was vast, and natural wind could arise within. But this rain could only descend from the sky. Since it ford outside the formation, how could it penetrate the grand formation?
More importantly, if this truly was rain from outside, had it been contaminated while passing through the demonic barrier? What consequences might arise if demonic energy mixed with rainwater entered the formation?
In an instant, Yun Qingyue could no longer care about romantic feelings. She quickly rose, dressed, and walked to the door.
She opened the door and stood under the eaves where splashing rainwater couldn't reach her, carefully observing the falling rain and accumulated water, but saw no trace of demonic energy. However, this didn't completely relieve her; she hurriedly took out a communication jade token to contact the Sect Leader.
anwhile, Sect Leader Qingxiao's reaction was obviously faster than Yun Qingyue and her companions. He had noticed the abnormality as soon as the rain began to fall.
However, noticing it was of little use. Sect Leader Qingxiao, as the one who controlled the sect's protective grand formation, didn't know why the formation couldn't block this rainwater. He had even specifically inspected the grand formation once, but the evidence showed that the protective grand formation was still functioning properly without any flaws. Thus, this sudden rain appeared even more peculiar and troubleso.
When Yun Qingyue contacted the Sect Leader, Qingxiao had just issued orders. Upon receiving her ssage, he took the opportunity to advise her: "This rain has arrived strangely. As a precaution, niece, don't go out today, and don't touch that rainwater."
This was natural; Yun Qingyue herself was also cautious. She asked: "Sect Leader, how should we deal with this rainwater?"
Sect Leader Qingxiao was silent for a mont. He still didn't know the strangeness of this rainwater or whether it was harmful, so it was premature to discuss disposal. However, Yun Qingyue's cultivation had reached mid-stage Fusion, comparable to the elite of the older generation. Sect Leader Qingxiao didn't rely instruct her as he would ordinary juniors, without discussing matters with them.
At this mont, he didn't find Yun Qingyue's question presumptuous but thought seriously and explained his plan: "I've already asked Mount Qionghua to collect rainwater for examination. If Master Brother Qinglan can't determine anything, we'll have to request Divine Lord Zhiming's assistance."
Divine Lord Zhiming was more like a mascot within Xuanqing Sect. Although his cultivation was considered the highest in the cultivation world, even in the current situation, Sect Leader Qingxiao rarely troubled him. The reason was simple: Divine Lord Zhiming's cultivation had reached the threshold of ascension, and he was constantly suppressing his cultivation realm. If he truly unleashed his power, the lightning tribulation of ascension might find him before any opponent did.
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue understood the seriousness of the matter, but since the Sect Leader was already prepared to seek Divine Lord Zhiming's help, she felt more at ease. They spoke for a few more sentences, but Sect Leader Qingxiao was clearly busy and ended the communication.
When Yun Qingyue put away the communication jade token and turned around, she imdiately faced Jiang Mo's resentful expression and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Mo rested her chin on her hand, watching the rain threads fall outside the door, sighing involuntarily: "It's too difficult, I'm so miserable."
Just now, her senior sister hadn't activated a barrier, so she had heard the entire conversation with the Sect Leader. Indeed, the current situation made it inappropriate to go out. But the damned system had issued ti-limited tasks, with significant experience points and combat power each day. And she had just straightened things out, even persuading Divine Lord Zhiming to open his noble mouth. Why was it so difficult to complete a task?!
Yun Qingyue didn't fully understand Jiang Mo's urgency but could guess she was distressed about not being able to go out and farm points. Walking over and casually tucking a strand of Jiang Mo's fallen hair behind her ear, she suggested: "How about I spar with you again?"
Hearing this, Jiang Mo looked around and shook her head in refusal: Forget it, demolishing our ho now would just turn into a soaking wet tiger.
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