Qiushui Pavilion, stepping out from the small world, Li Mo waltzed into Ying Bing’s room, pushing open the door to the boudoir.
The Ice Chunk was still wearing yesterday’s moonlight skirt, her legs no longer clad in the sheer cloud gauze. Her pale pink toes looked like little cardamom pods.
She had forgotten to comb her black hair last night, strands scattered at the corners of her mouth and around her neck, her gaze a bit hazy.
Last night’s troublesome Ice Chunk had inexplicably transformed into a dazed Ice Chunk.
“Hammer Treasure, stop messing around!”
Li Mo suddenly muttered.
“…..”
Ying Bing seemed to feel the lingering heat from yesterday’s hammer in her palm, instinctively pulling her foot back and curling up.
“?”
Li Mo sighed: “It really is Hammer Treasure; he’s in my… uh, cave and he’s causing a ruckus wanting to play with Little Moon.”
In truth, Hammer Treasure had been making noise since yesterday, and today he was making even more racket.
It’s not Li Mo’s fault—who could focus on a hammer in that situation?
And bringing out Hammer Treasure was a hassle; he still needed to amplify the world’s power.
Little Moon buzzed a couple of times.
“Why not let them play in the cave for a while?”
“Hmm.”
Ying Bing nodded slightly, watching the moon’s shadow dissolve in Li Mo’s palm before putting on her shoes.
Li Mo grasped her hand, and the two of them hopped on a cloud and flew out, soon arriving at the Main Peak Great Hall.
“Elders, we apologize for keeping you waiting.”
The various elders of the Qingyuan Sect were all present, and Li Mo clasped his hands in greeting.
“It’s almost time for the Qianlong Conference; we should be conserving our energy.”
Shangguan Wencang chuckled, showing no signs of displeasure for the wait.
The other elders felt similarly, watching these two little rascals who had only entered the sect a year ago and couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.
“We can’t accompany you to the Imperial Capital, so we’ve prepared some things for you.”
The elders didn’t accompany them to the Imperial Capital mainly because there was no need—what good would it do anyway?
Besides, considering their true strength nowadays, they might not even match up to these two little ones. Only Shangguan Wencang was needed to keep the sect running.
What would they go for? To become a burden?
“Uh…”
Elder Xue patted his pocket, preparing to speak.
“Elder Xue, it’s a long way to the Imperial Capital; it will take at least ten days to half a month.”
Li Mo pulled out a jade box from his sleeve, along with a booklet:
“I’ve prepared some stuff for you to keep just in case.”
Xue Jing: “?”
What’s with this kid’s wording?
He was about to wave his hand to refuse when the box was literally shoved into his hands.
With a clang, Elder Xue opened it, took a look, and silently tucked it away.
“Little Mo, your sincerity is appreciated, so I shan’t refuse.”
“What’s this? We agreed you’d give the juniors some backup; why are you taking things for yourself? How unseemly!”
Elder Han He huffed with a frown.
Then a few mystical ores caught his eye.
“Elder Han He, thanks to your teaching me weapon forging, these may help you become a forging master!”
They were all forging treasures, even mixed materials for divine weapons.
“…..”
Elder Han He froze, opening his mouth. His heart told him this wasn’t right, but his mouth didn’t comply.
Wait, when did he stuff all this away?
“Elder Qian, this box has a hefty amount of silver notes, and that one has mystic crystals. Your martial arts need funds; I wish you a swift breakthrough.”
“Oh, and this longevity pill is for the sect master, don’t hesitate to take it.”
“And Elder Su, I, Tian Miao, am going to learn the sword arts. I hope when I return, I can see you have made progress in this sword technique.”
…..
Li Mo had long used his doom-seeing divine eye on the elders, making sure to leave feedback beneficial to them.
The elders stood there, exchanging glances, a sense of bewilderment rising.
This… this isn’t right.
Usually, juniors would receive gifts from elders, with some words of advice. Isn’t that the normal order of things?
The once-quiet hall now became uncomfortably awkward.
“Thanks, Little Mo.”
Xue Jing cleared his throat, feeling somewhat relieved.
He had refined some treasure pills, most of which he had given to Li Mo anyway.
The eccentric and prideful Elder Han He, having stifled his feelings for a long while, finally pulled out a black iron token from his pocket:
“Take this token, and you can participate in the Tian Mountain Forging Grand Conference. If you get the chance, go take a look.”
“Exactly what I had in mind!”
“This….”
Shangguan Wencang took a couple of puffs on his pipe.
“Master, I leave it to you. She’s prone to rebellion when I’m not around.”
Li Mo said, tossing a storage item filled with liquor to Qian Bufan:
“Don’t give it to her all at once; she’ll drink it all too quickly.”
“Roger that.”
Qian Bufan scratched his head, stowing the storage item away.
“I also have something to leave behind.”
A familiar voice came from the side.
Li Mo and the elders froze, only to see the cool and collected Ying Bing pull out a stack of booklets from her larger-than-life head.
“These are corrections on the shortcomings in the elders’ martial arts, along with methods to amend them. Practicing diligently could help you improve a level.”
When did the Ice Chunk prepare this?
Little Li was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly his mood lightened.
“……”
The elders couldn’t help but break into a sweat.
Aren’t poor kids supposed to grow up faster?
Oh, compared to these two, it seems Qingyuan Sect is really struggling, in every aspect…
“Wishing you all, esteemed elders, great success in martial arts.”
Li Mo clasped his hands in greeting.
His words carried a strong wish for the elders to become successful dragons!
“Good… good, we will certainly work hard.”
“Hmm, I’m just over seventy, still at my prime!”
“Right! We have to make our juniors proud!”
“Youth has no price tag; the moment we start, we must seize the day! Let’s go!”
The farewell scene was quite moving.
Though it felt like something was off.
Elder Qian, filled with ambition, stepped out of the hall but was pulled back by Elder Xue.
“What are you trying to rush for? Are you a Qianlong? More like a tortoise general!”
Old Qian realized he had been pulled back, and his youthful spirit shattered into pieces.
“Then we’ll go!”
Li Mo chuckled silently, pulling Ice Chunk alongside him, and glanced back at Qin Yuzhi.
When the supreme elder of Qingyuan Sect was merely a side business for her, her main job was still as an employee of Wanxiang Xianzong.
The management of the power of all beings couldn’t do without her.
As they rode the clouds, lifting three people into the sky.
“Early to go, early to earn!”
Shangguan Wencang, Xue Jing, Qian Bufan, and the other elders waved their hands.
Watching the two figures sh**t up into the blue sky, their thoughts were suddenly pulled long.
Thinking of when he first entered the sect, weak and fragile, now he stood tall against the wind, his silhouette reminiscent of a grand figure. What hadn’t changed was that sunny smile; compared to the sickly boy from before, he truly was a gentleman now.
The girl had also blossomed elegantly, becoming the cool and tall Cold Fairy, quietly standing beside him.
The biggest difference was that both were now renowned across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
As they rode the clouds toward the capital, they aimed to vie for the title of the world’s best.
Elder Qian mumbled passionately:
“When will the Qianlong Conference get an old man’s category…”
