“Little Ke, if you say that, the results of the Qianlong Conference might not be as good even with the existence of the Divine Sword of the Celestials.”
Xie Xuan shook his head.
The weapons used in the Qianlong Conference needed to be provided by the Casting Conference.
Indeed, the Divine Sword of the Celestials was forged by Divine Artisan Du during the Qianlong Conference several decades ago, which met the regulations.
However, the appearance of divine weapons in the Qianlong Conference was too inexplicable.
There were discussions about this in the court, with some ministers saying that divine weapons absolutely should not appear in the Qianlong Conference, as it would violate fairness.
Another group of ministers argued that being recognized by a divine weapon is also part of one’s talent; how can you say that the Crown Prince lacks talent when he can use the Eight Trigram Seal?
In the end, both sides reached an agreement.
Let the divine weapons fight each other; only when the divine weapons face off against each other can they exchange techniques.
For example, Little Ke and Xie Xuan could use the Divine Sword of the Celestials when competing.
Little Ke nodded, “It’s fine, when the time comes, if we don’t win with swords, we’ll just use hammers instead.”
“…” Xie Xuan was silent.
At this moment, Ying Bing put down her teacup and softly said,
“Little Ke has indeed grasped three-tenths of the sword aura within the Divine Sword of the Celestials.”
“Three-tenths?”
Xie Xuan looked at Little Ke with a smile, suddenly feeling that the corner of the God Hammer Little Overlord’s lips seemed to say,
“Really? No one thinks my sword talent is bad, right?”
“Is that true or false?”
Old Xie found it hard to believe.
He had touched the Divine Sword of the Celestials before. During the last Qianlong Conference, he went to the City of Divine Beings and felt the boundless sword aura when touching the hilt of the sword.
Even with his talent, he wasn’t sure if he could ever learn even three-tenths of it in his lifetime.
Ying Bing had no reason to lie.
“Have you finished learning the chivalrous sword style?”
Du Wufeng was taken aback, his expression frozen.
“You’re talking about the commoner’s sword, aren’t you?”
“That’s right… that’s right…”
Du Wufeng frowned deeply, staring seriously at Little Ke as if trying to re-understand him.
“What’s wrong?”
Little Ke was a bit uneasy under the old man’s gaze.
After a long silence, Du Wufeng said,
“The Divine Sword of the Celestials has been cast by me three times. The first time, the sword was newly formed, becoming a famous weapon. The original materials used were all well-known chivalrous heroes from around the world, so what I forged was the spirit of chivalry.”
“The second time, Su Jun returned from traveling the world, and she was also granted a title by the court as a sword bearer, having to go to the court every day. When I forged the sword for her again, I forged the spirit of vigor and youthful spirit.”
“And the last time…”
He paused here, skipping over matters involving royal privacy:
“The last time, I obtained a broken sword imbued with imperial aura, which finally became a divine weapon.”
Little Ke nodded.
So, behind the sword of governing the world is the emperor’s swordsmanship?
Before Du Wufeng could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up:
“I have a premonition that the sword’s spirit has increased during my stay in the City of Divine Beings these days. In the future… it might be able to be recast! But I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it anymore.”
“Do you think I won’t be able to do it in the future?”
“You always lack confidence in things you truly excel at.”
With that, Du Wufeng and Xie Xuan took their leave.
The room was left with only Little Ke and Ying Bing.
“Ice Chunk, teach me for a while longer.”
“Mmm…”
“After teaching, we can cultivate together, and we shouldn’t neglect our cultivation. I can help you relax too.”
“Then… change my socks for me?”
Little Ke’s gentlemanly demeanor trembled. He was simply grateful to Teacher Ice Chunk, and hadn’t thought of anything else.
Yes, those thoughts came naturally later…
It seems Ice Chunk predicted it.
Ying Bing’s eyes were deep and mysterious. The Childish Ghost seems to have changed recently, appearing more mature than before…
So, do boys grow up from being childish ghosts and then realize their thoughts one by one?
…
Several days later, early morning.
Biyun Tower was bustling with activity.
Today was the Qianlong Conference. Not only did the prodigies from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths come, but so did their mentors and other high-profile sects, making the streets exceptionally lively.
Stalls lined the streets, selling various items.
“Latest issue of ‘The Tyrannical Empress Loves Me’!”
“Want to support your favorite Qianlong prodigy? Want to cheer for them? We have everything you need.”
“Buy a thousand taels and get a jade hairpin like the Cold Fairy!”
“What Qianlong Conference? It’s like a Qianlong Shopping Festival.”
Li Mo watched the bustling street market from the main hall of Biyun Tower.
“Brother Li, we’ll go to our sect first,” Hengyun San Ying had their last breakfast and headed to Elder Zeng.
“My master and others have arrived too.”
Following Murong Xiao’s gaze, Li Mo quickly covered his eyes, almost blinded by the titanium alloy dog eyes.
Among the crowd stood many bald heads…
Some familiar faces included monks he had seen in the South Border, such as the Venerable Huankong and a certain Qingluan clan leader by his side.
Murong Xiao silently slipped some delicious snacks into the monk’s robe.
Just as he was about to leave, Li Mo asked,
“Brother Murong, how is your understanding of that divine will?”
The Jade Phoenix Divine contains the divine wills of myriad tribes, but mostly from powerful ones. Li Mo was surprised to find that it actually included the Sea Cucumber tribe.
He didn’t know why it was recorded, perhaps because… it’s tasty?
Regardless, he brought it to Murong Xiao for observation.
“Now, even ten or eight opponents similar to my ranking might not be able to k*ll me,” Murong Xiao said proudly.
“Not bad, quite spirited!”
Li Mo praised first.
Just as Murong Xiao left, another person appeared in front of him.
“Oh, oh, oh, long time no see.”
Shang Qin Qing lowered her gaze and noticed her Qingluan Divine Maiden holding hands with Little Li, and holding Little Li’s big-headed doll in her left hand, feeling she had come to the right place.
I wonder… how far have they progressed?
“Why did you come, Clan Leader?”
Ying Bing ignored Shang Qin Qing’s gaze.
“Everyone else has elders following them. How can our Cold Fairy not have elders backing her?” Shang Qin Qing smiled, spitting out a melon seed shell.
Thus,
They set off.
Wang Qi Douhun led his Cold Fairy on the main road leading directly to the inner city of Biyun Tower, feeling like he had seen all the flowers of Chang’an in one day.
Ying Bing’s eyes were deep and mysterious, her gaze fixed on the stalls beside them. Since she learned to bargain with Li Mo in Qinghe County, she had developed a particular interest in these small goods.
But others were watching her the most.
As they walked, Li Mo suddenly noticed that Ice Chunk had stopped moving and was standing still.
“Hey, boss, what’s an ‘aid’? ” Shang Qin Qing asked.
“It’s to support your favorite Qianlong prodigy. Look at this.”
The stall owner pointed to the hat on his head.
It read clearly: “Ying Bing, Ying Bing, Qianlong first, fairy rest assured, ice fans forever.”
“?”
Li Mo noticed not only the hat, but also flags, banners, and even an… Ice Chunk version of a big-headed doll?!
Who came up with these little trinkets?
“Boss, do you have… the God Hammer Little Overlord’s?”
“I’ll look for it. There are more of the Cold Fairy’s, and they sell better. Would you consider joining the Cold Fairy’s fan club?”
The stall owner buried his head and searched for a long time before raising his head.
Then he leaned back slightly.
