The elders fell into a stunned silence, all staring at the horror reflected in each other’s eyes.
Just having Shang Wu, a holy body of innate combat, from the Qingyuan Sect, was already enough to drive them crazy.
But if a second one popped up…
Hiss…
The elders leaned back in defeat.
The only comforting thought was that although Ke Mo was a fierce fighter, he usually had a great temperament and was friendly with everyone. This time, he only acted aggressively because the other side provoked him first.
“Old Xue, that kid is your disciple, right?” Qian Bufan said in a deep voice.
“Um… Ke Dalong once was a direct disciple of mine,” Xue Jing replied, a complex look in his eyes.
“It’s just that he got injured later and requested to return home.”
“Well then, you should visit Qiushui Pavilion more often.”
“Indeed, educating disciples is especially important.”
The elders had already begun drawing up moral education courses for Ke Mo.
“That’s my disciple!” Shang Wu sniffled, huffing, “A bunch of old fogies just questioned my teaching ability.”
Elders: “…”
His body refining skills and swordsmanship had nothing to do with you at all!
It’s purely the kid’s own talent, okay?
Well.
The fact that Ke Mo had reached such a level under Shang Wu’s guidance only made him look like an uncut gem.
Too bad back then, Ke Mo’s talent had everyone in a pickle.
Who knew, by apprenticing under Shang Wu, he might have stumbled into greatness…
“He obtained the Red Sky sword, so his swordsmanship must be impressive.”
“If he has body refining skills… he and Little Ice Girl might truly give us a spectacular showdown.”
“Hahaha, our Qingyuan Sect produced a true phoenix, and now we’re about to see a hidden dragon.”
With the standard that Ke Mo displayed on the arena.
At the age of sixteen.
If he had decent swordsmanship, he would definitely belong to the ranks of the chosen!
The elders looked at those from various sects, their gazes teetering between amusement and mockery.
Think our Qingyuan Sect has fallen?
Come and test our sect’s foundation, huh?
Sweating bullets, I see.
“By the way, Old Qian, why don’t you go up and stop this?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about it; I’m getting old and keep forgetting things.”
……..
This match concluded.
The result is needless to say; the audience clearly remembers it, after all, this was the first time at the Ninth Peak Martial Meet, someone had to be carried off on a stretcher.
If Wang Hao hadn’t been twitching while being carried away, everyone would have thought he was dead.
Many looked towards Ying Bing.
But the girl was still sipping tea, apparently unfazed.
She had imparted her sword technique to Ke Mo, so she knew very well.
For Ke Mo’s swordsmanship, body refining was just a cherry on top.
When everyone thought about it, they relaxed.
They lived together, so they surely understood each other’s strengths, and it’s normal not to be surprised.
But who knew…
Now, who was better between the two?
……
The Ninth Meridians Martial Trials continued.
The matches behind were rather mundane.
Ying Bing’s fights could essentially be summarized as:
“I went up, and one shot took them out.”
However… that certain someone didn’t even need to unleash a move.
In the battle from the top four to the top two, Ke Mo’s opponent turned out to be an acquaintance.
The disciple of Elder Xue from Danding Peak, the same boy who had previously tended to Ke Mo and Ying Bing at the medical hall.
“Hehe, Junior Brother Ke, we meet again!”
The boy said with a smile, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes:
“Last time I saw you, you hadn’t even opened your veins yet, and I was already in the Jade Liquid realm.”
“Who would have thought that now you’d be standing opposite me?”
His actual age was much older than his appearance suggested; he just looked like this due to an illness.
“Senior Brother.”
Ke Mo nodded slightly.
“Hmm?”
“If we’re talking about standing opposite, you need to get on the arena first.”
Looking at the boy who was still standing beneath the arena, Ke Mo showed a helpless expression.
“Oh, I just remembered Danding Peak is still brewing medicine.”
“I’ll take my leave, don’t let me interrupt.”
The boy hurried away.
As he left, he didn’t forget to glance back at Ying Bing and Ke Mo, giving Ke Mo a thumbs up:
“Good luck, Junior Brother Ke.”
“I’ve got my eye on you.”
Ke Mo: “?”
Well, he didn’t need to move anymore.
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Finale:
Looking up, he saw Ying Bing in a light blue outfit, her slender figure swaying gracefully, her eyes like a tranquil stream, finally showing a surge of emotion.
She never imagined.
At the Ninth Peak Martial Meet, the person standing across from her would be Li Mo.
This boy, who had swiftly disappeared into a sea of people last time, and now stood before her without hesitation, having given her the Yuan Phoenix Vital Spirit, and unveiling astonishing swordsmanship skills nearly rivaling Jiang Chulong.
He had changed her life a great deal.
Now she enjoyed delicious meals daily, had someone to discuss swordsmanship with, play chess, and occasionally, hear the boy utter some quirky yet amusing words.
This feeling…
Isn’t too bad?
“Thanks to you, I’ve gotten much stronger.”
“I won’t hold back.”
Li Mo smiled.
The rewards from Little Ice Girl herself went without saying.
Being constantly influenced every day gave him the chance to fulfill his dream—becoming a dashing swordsman.
“No need to thank me; just be grateful to your diligent self.”
Ying Bing’s delicate lips curled into an arc she hadn’t even noticed:
“Show me what you’ve accomplished lately.”
“I’ll surely surprise you.”
Li Mo beamed with sunshine.
Facing a swordsman and expert in combat.
This feeling was fantastic.
“If you’ve made great progress, I’ll be happy for you too,” Ying Bing said softly.
His sword was taught by her.
If he has results, logically, she would be pleased.
Winning or losing wasn’t really important at all.
Audience: “?”
Elders: “?”
Hey, could you two actually fight?
The fact that they entered the arena and didn’t throw shade or taunt each other was already extremely classy, but you both are just happy for each other?
Should we leave then?
What a mess.
Neither of them said anything further.
Li Mo gripped Yixiao tightly, his breathing steadying.
Ying Bing tied her black hair into a high ponytail with one hand, then nodded slightly.
The battle began.
Little Li first made his move, a twitch of his Yixiao sword tip unleashed deadly intent as if it almost turned to substance.
Like a flurry of crane feathers, each strike piercing gold and splitting stone in its deadly sharpness.
He hadn’t been wasting time during this period.
To make sure that he could smoothly flow between both destined girls, he visited the library and read quite a few sword techniques and theories, pouring nearly half of his martial insights into them.
He took a big step down the road of sword techniques and nearly reached the Dao.
“Using deadly intent to replace inner breaths, not bad at all.”
Ying Bing softly praised.
The frosty, bright blade light streaked across; she didn’t even utilize inner breaths.
However, the agile sword blooms dissected the deadly sharp intent with precision, like it was nothing.
And she still had energy left.
The sword blooms engulfing the crane feathers flowed back towards Li Mo.
In the next moment.
Li Mo’s figure vanished on the spot.
Wind Shadow Step.
“Searching Flower Sword Technique can evoke the momentum, making it feel as chaotic as wind and rain.”
“Only avoiding won’t cut it; it’ll only strengthen my sword’s might.”
Ying Bing’s clear voice echoed.
Li Mo pondered.
They both practiced sword arts; why was there such a difference?
Suddenly, he stopped thinking about the Fire Crane Thousand Feathers, tracing back to the original “Scorching Wild Sword Technique.”
Wildfire spreading?
The audience below fell into silent contemplation.
Are these two strong?
Very strong.
Both Li Mo and Ying Bing had sword skills that exceeded their imagination.
But…
What the heck?
Where’s the tension of competing for first place?
Is this a fight?
It’s clearly just feeding each other moves, right?!
Li Zhenchuang, where’s your strength that bashed Wang Hao into the ground?
Ying Zhenchuang, where’s your unbeatable look in a split second?
You guys weren’t like this earlier!
Are you playing around?!
