“From now on, you can sleep in my room.”
Ke Mo suddenly froze.
Ding Dong—
Along with the words, the bowl and chopsticks in Ying Bing’s hands also fell.
They shattered into pieces on the icy ground.
Ying Bing was caught off guard and took a few quick breaths.
Ke Mo was speechless, helplessly stuttering:
“Look at this, can anyone even live here?”
“……”
Ying Bing said nothing, lowering her gaze to the chaotic scene in the room.
It looked like a tornado had come through.
Even her bed was propped up by the unmelted hard ice; once that melted, it would probably collapse.
“You can move to the next room; I sleep quite comfortably in there.”
Ke Mo stuttered again.
“Fine.”
Ying Bing nodded and took a new pair of chopsticks, chewing her food slowly, her movements a bit stiff.
Not knowing what had happened to her, Ke Mo was at a loss for words.
Maybe she just wanted some peace and quiet?
…..
It was only halfway through the afternoon.
The Ice Chunk isolated herself in another room, not wanting to talk or even practice her skills.
Instead, Shang Wu came back first, her flower-like face full of confidence.
“Did you go to the library to read?” Ke Mo asked.
“Yep.”
Shang Wu nodded with pride, as if she had just discovered the secrets of the universe.
“So, have you thought about teaching me something?” Ke Mo raised an eyebrow.
It made sense; their master was so young and already an Elder, with such profound skills—what a prodigy!
But she lacked teaching skills.
With a little learning, she would be more than capable of instructing him.
“I read in a book that masters should teach their disciples what they’re best at,” Shang Wu declared, raising her chin.
“Exactly,” Ke Mo felt that made sense.
“I thought about it, and what I’m best at is pretty much three things.”
Shang Wu held up three fingers.
Little Ke put on an attentive look.
Then she arrogantly declared:
“Fighting, drinking, and gambling.”
Ke Mo: “…..”
Well, that wasn’t wrong.
Why did he feel so weird about that?
“That book also said that to teach your disciples, you should lead by example. Let’s start with the first thing.”
Shang Wu looked at Ke Mo, her eyes squinting, her lips curling:
“Come on, let’s have a spar.”
“When we fight, I’ll teach you what you need to know.”
Ke Mo: “?”
What a great example of leading by example.
“Can we not fight?”
“Nope, I absolutely must be a competent master.”
“Wait!”
“What now?”
“Before we start, could you let me know where that book is located in the library….”
Little Ke vowed to burn that book.
Shang Wu’s squinting eyes sparkled:
“I’ll tell you after we finish.”
“…..”
Ke Mo fell silent, a little fire igniting in his eyes.
Even though their master was referred to as the Divine Body of Combat by many elders, renowned in the Qingyuan Sect, she could still stop a child’s cries at night.
He, however, was not weak, right?
After all, he was someone who had exchanged blows with the destined girl!
And last night, he had even broken through, feeling stronger than ever.
Ke Mo felt a little puffed up, thinking he wouldn’t lose too badly against his master.
He followed her out the back door to the open space outside.
As soon as he stepped out the door—
Buzz—
A hum filled the air as the endless flames around Shang Wu spread out, completely engulfing the area for a hundred meters.
Suddenly, everything fell silent.
The surging heat rolled in from all directions.
In an instant, Ke Mo felt as though he were inside an alchemy furnace, completely oblivious to everything outside.
Internally.
This was what it meant to be an internal realm expert—using the scenery in one’s heart to influence the world, creating a similar field effect.
This…this isn’t right.
“Master, don’t you want to suppress your realm?” Ke Mo asked, confused.
“The first rule of fighting is to be ruthless to the weak—never do anything flashy.”
Shang Wu was genuinely serious about teaching.
Ke Mo: “!”
Wait, isn’t this a mismatch?
I’m pulling out now!
Clearly, backing out wasn’t an option.
The beautiful master was more than eager to fight.
…..
Half an hour later.
Friendly reminder: If you like this book, remember to add it to your shelf so you won’t lose it next time!
“Ugh….”
Li Mo stumbled backward, covering his reddened forehead.
Well, although the master hadn’t suppressed her realm, she still showed some mercy.
Every time she faced his attacks, it was with a head-crushing strike.
That finger of hers felt like an insurmountable mountain.
No matter how he attacked, he’d get hit on the forehead the next second.
“Is that it?”
Shang Wu rubbed her fingertips together, chuckling lightly.
“…..”
Li Mo clenched his fists.
Wind Shadow Steps!
Suddenly, his figure split into eight, lunging toward Shang Wu from different directions.
However, Shang Wu merely let out a soft hum.
Bang—
The next moment, he was sent flying back at even greater speed.
“The key to fighting is to always stay calm.”
“You are not some hot-blooded young man from a story; anger will only cause you to lose against an enemy you could have otherwise beaten.”
“A true fighter can even take the time to provoke their opponent.”
As Shang Wu’s words fell, Li Mo, feeling dizzy from being bounced, didn’t think too much.
His brain briefly flickered, grasping the essence of what his master said.
Well, it’s not like I’m a stranger to sweet-talking, right?
Instinctively, he followed suit:
“Old woman?”
Shang Wu’s smile suddenly froze.
The air turned tense, the only heat rising slowly.
“Hehehe…. there’s one more rule I haven’t told you.”
Shang Wu’s beautiful face twisted into a grin, words bursting through her teeth one by one:
“Don’t provoke the existence you can’t defeat.”
Li Mo: “!”
A gust of wind rushed at him.
It felt like some ancient giant beast was awakening slowly.
At that moment, Little Li felt the chill run down his spine.
Instinctive survival instincts kicked in, causing him to harness the power of the Seed of Fate.
With the Cosmic Hammer in hand.
The first move of the Stabilizing Universe technique, Stabilizing Mountains.
Buzz—
The air thickened, the surroundings trembling wildly, blurred, dense, and tangible killing intent surged around him.
Shang Wu, in a state of anger, slightly raised an eyebrow.
Boom!!
The ground shook, the sun dimmed.
This was the first time Li Mo unleashed a divine weapon.
The terrifying power filled the entire field, even breaking through to the outside.
That blow was like crashing thunder, like divine retribution—unstoppable.
However.
The terrifying hammer met the soft pale palm of the woman, and its momentum suddenly halted.
Even the immense power vanished without a trace in an instant.
“You brat.”
The Cosmic Hammer in Shang Wu’s hand echoed incessantly, her apricot eyes filled with amazement.
Li Mo surely didn’t unleash the full force of the divine weapon, nor could he.
But even just barely swinging it was enough to astonish.
Even she had to exert herself to meet it.
“Alright, I’m done fighting, really.”
“Just take me out.”
Li Mo collapsed onto the ground, flopping like a salty fish.
Forget about being a master.
“How did you do that?”
Shang Wu poked his face, looking at her precious disciple like she was observing a rare animal.
Li Mo put away the hammer and grinned:
“Anger doesn’t necessarily make one strong.”
“But the will to survive can.”
What kind of answer was that?
Suddenly.
Li Mo’s expression changed to one of disbelief:
“Elder Qian, why are you here? Are you here to collect debts?”
Shang Wu was taken aback, quickly following Li Mo’s gaze.
It was empty.
Where did Elder Qian come from?
As she turned her head again, Li Mo had disappeared without a trace, no longer sensing even the realm she released.
This was something Little Li had just figured out.
If you can’t win, don’t force it.
In thirty-six strategies, fleeing is the best.
“How did he manage to sneak out?”
Ying Bing squinted her eyes, thoughtfully scanning one corner of the scene.
She found the source.
There was a hole there, as if burned out by some kind of flame.
“Shang Wu’s realm is formed by the projection of Southern Bright Li Fire.”
“He not only can wield divine weapons but can also break through internal realms?”
Up in the loft.
By the window.
Ying Bing silently took in everything before her.
Her usually calm eyes were starting to ripple again.
