“Who bullied you?”
Shang Wu saw Jiang Chulong, who was shedding tears like they were pearls, her eyebrows shot up in indignation.
“It’s just me… I… I cried by myself…”
Jiang Chulong nervously clutched her clothes.
“Which scoundrel would dare bully a poor little girl like you?”
Shang Wu, bursting with righteous indignation, put her hands on her hips and said, “Don’t worry, speak boldly! Sister will go and smash him up!”
“Master.”
“Hmm?”
“Over there.”
Ke Mo pointed at the Qianlong List posted on the Dragon Gate, where he was ranked first.
Shang Wu: “……”
Leaning back slightly, she pouted, “Hmph, I could totally take him in a one-on-one… but that’s a bit like picking on the weak. I’ll leave it to you, my disciple.”
“?”
Ke Mo pointed at himself.
Are you serious?
“If the top genius of the Qianlong List is gathering in the Imperial Capital, then you challenging him would be perfect!”
“As long as you can win, it’s completely justified for you to beat him up!”
Shang Wu gave her disciple a thumbs-up, meaning she had high hopes for him.
“By the way, make sure to get my share too!”
“….. What if I can’t win?”
Ke Mo’s mouth twitched.
“If you can’t win, then… gag~”
Shang Wu pretended to grab her neck, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue.
Jiang Chulong: “!”
Little Princess Jiang was almost better, but the thought of her Brother Ke getting beaten up by Shang Wu looking like that made her cry even more.
“…..”
Ke Mo rubbed Jiang Chulong’s head and thought for a moment before suddenly having an idea.
He rushed over to Ouyang and whispered in his ear for a bit.
Ouyang’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Junior Brother Ke, you’re simply a genius among geniuses!”
So the two pulled out paper and started drawing.
Before long.
“Here.”
“This… this is…”
Jiang Chulong suddenly had a sketchbook handed to her.
No cover, but the edges were neatly bound, so it wouldn’t fall apart.
The first page was an illustration.
It showed a cute little girl with a small basket on her back, holding a peach blossom branch.
The strokes were quite simple, but the art was exquisite, giving the little girl a soft and adorable vibe.
“Is… is that me…?”
Jiang Chulong wiped away her tears, feeling like the storm had finally passed.
“Flip through it.” Ke Mo smiled.
So Little Princess Jiang placed the sketchbook on her lap and gently turned the pages. Each picture showed her rummaging through the streets, picking up trash here and there.
The sparkle in Jiang Chulong’s eyes gradually returned.
These drawings are so good…
“Press down on the edges with your finger, like this.”
“Then you can make the sketchbook come alive!”
Ke Mo was teaching her how to enjoy a flip book, hand in hand.
“And you can also do it this way…”
Jiang Chulong imitated him.
In a flash, the characters in the sketchbook came to life!
The drawn version of her found a Q-version wooden Ke Mo and buried him in the ground.
As seasons changed.
The next year, a lively Ke Mo popped up!
In the drawing, the slightly dazed Ke Mo started spinning her around.
And that’s a wrap!
Jiang Chulong laughed through her tears, then quietly said:
“It’s obviously… it’s Brother Ke… who picked me up…”
“Let’s go cook!”
“Mm-hmm!”
….
The little courtyard that everyone had rented was about to end their lease, but plans never go as expected. When they rented the place, they hadn’t anticipated that Ying Bing would become a famous sword master and hold court in the Sword Pool.
Ke Mo also hadn’t thought he’d need to copy peculiar stones every day.
So everyone decided to settle down at the tavern.
The evening glow bathed Fish Dragon Lake, and looking out from the Dragon Gate, the sunset was sinking slowly.
Ying Bing was waiting on the rooftop for Taiyin to arrive.
“First on the Qianlong List.”
Gazing at Jiang Yu’s name, the brilliance gradually faded.
Ying Bing couldn’t help but recall.
This Crown Prince of Da Yu had been defeated by her three times, not long after which Emperor Jingtai abdicated to become the Retired Emperor, and Jiang Yu ascended the throne, dramatically changing his personality.
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Someone said that Jiang Yu was inherently violent but had previously known how to hold back.
Others said he had encountered problems during his training.
There were all kinds of opinions; since his ascension, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had become increasingly chaotic, and the Da Yu dynasty had been on the verge of collapse several times.
What the internal situation was, she couldn’t say either.
Calming her mind, she pushed aside distractions.
Ying Bing was just about to start her daily observation.
【Ding Dong!】
【Countdown to the next ranking comparison: Four days.】
The system would remind her on time every day…
And then it would reiterate the punishment details.
Quite annoying, as if it feared she’d forget.
“This time, the Qianlong List will be personally reviewed by Tian Miao.”
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, pondering.
With a system like that, one could earn rewards.
She had to fight for it!
This time, she had gained some understanding of Ke Mo’s Consciousness Soul, and the divine weapon was in opposition to the True Phoenix Feather.
As for the Divine Skill…
The one named ‘Heavenly Immortal Flying Fairy’ could at least be executed at the Observation Realm.
That was something he could temporarily not achieve.
Analyzing rationally.
This time, the outcome should be no surprise.
Thoughts drifted through her mind as Ying Bing began her moonlit meditation.
……
In one of the private courtyards at the tavern.
The entire courtyard was enveloped in fragrance, but it was restricted by Xue Jing’s domain and hadn’t floated out.
Flames danced and twisted in the Dragon Tiger Cauldron, which was the source of the fragrance.
“Elder Xue really brings his cauldron wherever he goes.”
Ke Mo had the day off from dual cultivation.
“The Heaven and Earth Killing Hammer” was the first Divine Skill he mastered.
However, even though he had grasped its essence, he couldn’t even perform the first move, Heaven Turned.
He was missing four mysterious herbs.
Thus, the little Ke thought of the genius who could cook… and who was not inferior to him — Elder Xue.
Not far away.
The pill concoction had reached the critical stage of reducing and thickening.
“Master, the pill is ready!”
The cauldron extinguished, and Tang Xiaobao jumped out, holding a pill with a unique pattern in his small hand.
“It’s not that my pill-making skills have improved.”
Xue Jing took the pill, stroking his beard with a sigh:
“Alas, I’m still a step away from being a master of pill-making.”
“….But doesn’t that still make you a Master Alchemist?”
Tang Xiaobao looked up and stuffed the pill into a bottle.
Ke Mo shook his head, seriously addressing his senior brother:
“No, it’s different. This is called being at the peak of Master Alchemist, half a step away from becoming a Master Pill-maker.”
“How complicated….”
Tang Xiaobao blinked, struggling to understand: “So, it means you look down on Master Alchemists, but can’t reach the Master level. You’re kind of stuck there?”
Ke Mo: “……”
Looks like the key point that his senior brother was missing was indeed very important.
After a brief silence, Xue Jing sighed to the heavens:
“This old man will do everything in his power to help Xiao Bao become a master of all nine paths.”
“Master is so good to me.”
The touching scene between master and disciple was quite heartfelt.
Xue Jing felt that his disciple was indeed cuter; he felt increasingly foolish for the confusion back then.
“Xiao Mo, you are now the top genius of Qianlong. It’s not like you came here to learn pill-making from me.”
He had personally seen his disciple gobble down six or seven pills like they were meals.
“Elder Xue’s vision is sharp.”
Ke Mo nodded.
“So did you come to learn pill-making from me?”
Xue Jing’s face was full of warmth, a benevolent smile.
Little Mo finally came to understand.
Indeed, Ke Mo didn’t deny it.
He said earnestly:
“Correct, I want to discuss with you the method for external alchemy.”
“?”
A bad memory surged to Xue Jing’s mind, and his smile vanished.
He never expected.
Although his disciple understood something, the kind of understanding didn’t seem to be the right path.
You’re already at Observation Realm! Why are you still seeking methods for external alchemy?!
