“What’s going on?”
Ying Bing picked up her chopsticks as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
“Brother Li is not happy with his nickname.”
Murong Xiao shook his head and said, “Brother Li, it’s just a fleeting reputation, why be so attached? It’s just passing clouds, a dream’s mirage.”
“Really? The Love of Mourning?”
“……”
Master Mourning seemed to have an epiphany; those lessons learned from paper are shallow at best—if you can’t empathize, you can’t guide others.
Sometimes, a man grows up in an instant…
“I think it’s pretty good.” Ying Bing’s cheeks moved slightly, her lowered eyes full of mirth.
With her words, the hall fell into a hush, as if countless hearts had flipped over a bottle of assorted flavors, stirring up a storm inside.
The woman ranked highest on the Qianlong List might also be the most dazzlingly talented one in its history.
Just yesterday, she had used the Divine Sword to defy heavenly tribulations, her sword breaking through the façade; though she didn’t defeat the fifth realm head-on, it was unprecedented!
When she smiled, was it even possible for it to be this gentle? There was even a hint of helplessness.
People couldn’t help but think, “You ungrateful soul, aren’t you blessed? How dare you be dissatisfied with your nickname? Would you be happy if I literally sang your praises?”
“Amitabha, this monk’s worldly ties are severed, I have no more gold left in my ocean.”
Murong Xiao chanted a Buddhist mantra while chomping on a pig’s knuckle like he was devouring the whole beast.
“I have something much more important.” Xiao Qian stomped in.
“……” Huang Donglai’s eyes turned sharp.
Though he tried his best to blend into the background, being on the Qianlong List meant many dignitaries from the Imperial Capital were eager to nab golden turtles from the list, and even a two-faced turtle like him couldn’t escape.
But he thought beautiful women were all disasters!
And Miss Ying was the queen of disasters! So Brother Li was in danger!
“…Alright, haven’t you all had enough of this sentimental stuff?”
Qin Yuzhi casually interrupted, effectively halting the competition.
The dining table fell silent, with only the sounds of everyone quietly shoveling food into their mouths.
After a moment, it was Princess Jiang, still a bit dazed, who asked:
“Brother Li, do you want a swordsman’s nickname?”
“Um… I’ve learned quite a few sword techniques recently.”
Li Mo glanced at the martial insights that had been crossed out for eight hundred years.
“But a person can only have two nicknames, what if one gets bumped off?”
Princess Jiang blinked.
“…..”
What a difficult choice to make.
At that moment, the Ice Chunk’s bamboo chopsticks paused, her peripheral vision seemingly drifting towards Li Mo.
In a serious tone, Li Mo said, “Of course, I’m the God Hammer Little Overlord; the Prosperous Wife Duel Soul can stay.”
“Oh ho, so you’re keeping the Prosperous Wife Duel Soul, huh?”
“Ha! You’re sure that’s worthy of your hammering talent?”
The crowd erupted in laughter, and inwardly, they all gave Li Mo a thumbs up—maybe he should stick with the Prosperous Wife Duel Soul; in that regard, his talent didn’t seem any worse than hammering!
Everyone was delighted.
Except for the ruckus stirred up again by the Hammer Treasure inside the small world.
Ice Chunk’s eyes flickered with a hint of delight before she said:
“With the Divine Sword of the Celestials in hand, how’s your training going?”
Li Mo thought for a moment and replied, “About twenty to thirty percent, I guess.”
“Hmm, as long as you reach about ten to twelve percent… huh?”
Ice Chunk snapped back to attention, her bright eyes focused, tilting her head slightly.
She, usually aloof, looked a bit… dazed at the moment?
“Rob Shenzi?” Bai Jinghong’s eyes widened slightly.
If there were areas where he couldn’t match Li Mo, now even the sword path was joining the list?
How long has it been since Li Mo got the Divine Sword of the Celestials?
They couldn’t accept it!
Li Mo rubbed his forehead, “The common man’s sword for a chivalrous hero, I’ve mastered it already. But the scholar’s sword for governance is much tougher for me.”
“???!!!”
“Seriously, I’m all done learning it.”
Ying Bing nodded lightly, indicating that he had indeed grasped three tenths of the sword rhythm from the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
“Come to my room later.”
“Sure!”
Li Mo couldn’t help but grin, quickly finishing his meal.
Afterward, Little Li led his Ice Chunk teacher upstairs.
Leaving everyone behind in a silent stupor—was Li Mo’s innate talent for the sword really beyond imagination?
Could he actually become a true master?
Just as the crowd was lost in thought, respectful greeting sounds suddenly resonated from the entrance of Biyun Tower, sounding like “I pay my respects to Master Du, I pay my respects to the Young Manor Lord.”
Master Du had come today to advise Little Li against going astray, with Xie Xuan following closely behind. After giving the crowd a slight nod, he finally spotted the few sitting at the table.
“Where’s Li Mo?”
Xie Xuan took one look at the food on the table and knew this was the handiwork of Chef Li.
“He’s gone to learn swordsmanship from Sister Bing.” Princess Jiang replied.
“Really, his obsession runs deep; this is no longer just a hobby.”
Master Du sighed.
“Miss Ying, you’re also at fault; indulging him like this.”
“He could be learning from her; even for a while…”
Xie Xuan was well aware of God Hammer Little Overlord’s sword skills.
“What you just said is wrong, Brother Xie.” Huang Donglai shook his head.
“Miss Ying hasn’t spoiled him?”
After pondering for a moment, Xie Xuan suddenly clapped his hands.
“That’s a brilliant move by the Cold Fairy; teaching him the sword in such a way is sure to help him realize he shouldn’t keep messing about with swords, right?”
“Um, what I meant is that your second statement is wrong; Miss Ying intends to teach him the sword that summons heavenly tribulations, what’s it called… Shenshao Dantian?”
“?”
Xie Xuan stammered, noticing that Du Wufeng seemed a bit puzzled. He quickly added,
“That sword, I’d probably need three to five years just to learn it; I might not even be able to get it right!”
“？？？？”
Du Wufeng leaned back slightly and quickly dashed upstairs.
Old Du rarely got serious, looking like he was wearing the glow of a life coach, ready to rescue the lost sheep about to fall deeper into a pit.
“This time, I can’t afford to be confused again!”
……
PS: Looking for power supply donations, heh -3-
