Li Mo muttered to himself, “Ice Chunk isn’t…”
“Li Mo, how was my sword strike just now?”
“It was amazing! What sword technique was that?”
Little Li suddenly looked confused, wondering why Ice Chunk had brought this up out of nowhere.
“That sword style is called Shenshao Dantian, using the Divine Sword of the Celestials, it’s like fish in water.”
Ying Bing’s lovely face turned frosty, but her eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement:
“So… do you want to learn it?”
“!”
Little Li’s eyes cleared up faster than a light bulb turning on, then he quickly turned his head, saying seriously, “Absolutely! Just to be safe, I’ve secretly had Ying Bing follow us for backup at all times.”
The Divine Catcher looked puzzled.
Did you just not mean to say that?
With a discerning eye, the Divine Catcher, trained in observing micro-expressions and heartbeats, suspected that the God Hammer Little Overlord wasn’t being honest…
But was he taking the scenic route or just getting a head start? It didn’t really matter much…
“So, what happened next?”
Li Mo replied, “Later, that Huanmo Sect’s outer scene couldn’t block Ying Bing’s sword and the heavenly tribulation, and boom! A hand burst out of their chest.”
“A hand?!”
The Divine Catcher’s expression changed, his tone suddenly urgent:
“What kind of hand was it?”
“It had a mouth in the palm, a dark blue color, with many ghastly wounds on it that had some kind of ancient aura.”
Li Mo provided an answer based on his own experiences.
After all, he had crossed paths with many existences long gone in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, even if it was just their projections.
“I see, thank you, Young Hero Li.”
Once the Divine Catcher finished listening, he began issuing commands to his subordinates, as if he had stumbled upon something extraordinary.
Zhao Jing joined them as they exited the cave.
After the conversation, Li Mo let out a breath. He realized his physical body, after being tempered by heavenly tribulation, seemed to have upgraded.
The Eight-Nine Profound Arts seems to have… unlocked a door?
Before he could show off his newfound strength, the master of the Tranquility Realm made his appearance.
【Congratulations, host! You obliterated the Huanmo Sect’s Xueliantang hideout, reducing the spread of divine power, preventing many martial artists from going astray.】
【Investment feedback: One year of martial arts insights.】
【Investment feedback: One bottle of bruising ointment.】
【Investment feedback: One year of martial arts insights.】
【Investment feedback: One Western region snuff bottle.】
…
An endless stream of notification sounds flooded his ears.
Most of it was junk, but a small portion was martial arts insights. Even though it was a small portion, the total would be no less than three hundred years. He’d count it all once he returned.
From a reward perspective,
Destroying the divine cultivator’s instant noodle was actually better as it provided him with a large amount of living power than this wave of feedback.
Nonetheless, Li Mo was in a good mood and said to the group:
“I’ll cook dinner tonight; let’s have a good meal.”
“I want to drink Fairy’s Delight!” Xiao Qian exclaimed with a grin.
“How about making Lion’s Head?” Huang Donglai suggested.
The Lion’s Head he mentioned is a real beast’s head, a type of exotic lion, perfect for roasting.
“Sounds good!” Murong Xiao slurped, already salivating.
Li Mo looked at him curiously, “Haven’t you become a monk already? No strict rules against eating meat?”
Buddhist rules can vary.
But the Floating Temple seemed to prohibit meat consumption.
“I do, and it’s quite strict, so…”
“So, I’ll make you some vegetarian dishes?”
“So, when eating and drinking, be sure that Master doesn’t see.”
“…..”
Master of Love really is a non-traditional monk, always going against the grain.
“Alright, let’s head back.”
Li Mo pulled out a bronze horse carriage from the system space and headed toward Biyun Tower.
The sound of the carriage wheels accompanied by a song:
“Who says standing in the light counts as a hero~”
…….
The dark river was a complex maze, leading into the inner city.
Tan Zhuyin had survived.
The reason? He wasn’t the main target being tracked by that master of the Tranquility Realm.
The Huanmo Sect’s influence in the Imperial Capital had gathered urgently in response.
“Saint Son, you are the only survivor from that Xueliantang hideout. What happened?” asked the half-masked leader of the Xueliantang.
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Being a part of the Huanmo Sect’s leadership in the dark, they appeared solemn.
The destruction of a hideout wasn’t important.
But the disappearance of the bl**d God’s remnants was critical.
“Just two people.”
Tan Zhuyin conveniently ignored Xiao Qian, Murong Xiao, and Huang Donglai.
“Cold Fairy, God Hammer Little Overlord! It must have been that Cold Fairy.”
“Had she not used the Divine Sword of the Celestials to trigger the heavenly tribulation, none of this would have happened!”
“?”
Listening to Tan Zhuyin’s recount, the Huanmo Sect’s high-ups felt like they were listening to gobbledygook.
So, in the end, the Cold Fairy, like a goddess descending, snatched the Divine Sword of the Celestials from the God Hammer Little Overlord’s hand at a critical moment and fought with the specters?
“I wouldn’t dare write such a plot…”
Zhu Renji only felt it sounded like a tall tale.
If the circumstances weren’t as Tan Zhuyin said, they genuinely couldn’t fathom why it unfolded this way.
The Huanmo Sect’s high-ups were all astounded.
Ying Bing was terrifying.
At that moment, they suddenly felt it wasn’t such a disgraceful tale that the Saint Son had suffered in her presence.
“Li Mo should just d*e….”
One of the Huanmo Sect high-ups felt his scalp tingle, trembling all over.
“?”
The high-ranking members of the Magic Sect looked at him like a wriggling maggot, perplexed as to why he wore such a disgusting and awkward expression.
“Think about it, a loud crash in the sky, the fairy shines down, saving the hero…”
“Ugh…”
The temperature in the Magic Sect hideout plummeted as many drew in cold breaths.
Thinking it through like that, it really had a sense of splitting apart…
So, if you can inspire envy to a certain level, even those in the Magic Sect can’t bear it.
Suddenly, a chorus of disdainful huffs echoed, murderous intent boiling over.
“This kid, indeed, has a path to d*ath!”
“I can hear his fists clenching.”
“Alright.”
Suddenly, the half-masked leader of the Xueliantang stood up, facing the bronze statue behind him.
Following his gaze, everyone noticed one of the ancestral statues appeared to be… sending out vibrations?
“Has the bl**d God sent a message again?”
“If so, we’ll proceed as planned.”
The leader of the Xueliantang slightly raised his eyes and said:
“We’ll plot for a genius to enter the top three in the Qianlong Conference and send them into the City of Divine Beings to assist the bl**d God in taking control of the City of Divine Beings!”
…..
Meanwhile.
On the roof of Biyun Tower.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse in the Clear Sky Realm.
Li Mo, holding Ice Chunk, could hardly ignore the bustling night scene of the Imperial Capital, fully engrossed in admiring the moon above.
After his philosophical observation of Taiyin’s divine will, Ying Bing softly said:
“After some time, I’ll teach you the Shenshao Dantian sword.”
“Can’t we do it today?”
Little Li was brimming with eagerness to learn.
“Your bond with the Divine Sword of the Celestials is too low right now; it’s better to comprehend the sword technique within first.”
“How far do I need to comprehend it?”
Li Mo knew Ice Chunk’s point was valid.
With the Qianlong Conference approaching, he needed to prepare as much as possible since he wouldn’t be able to rely on Hammer Treasure at that time, depending entirely on the Divine Sword instead.
“Just ten to twenty percent will do.”
“Alright then.”
Li Mo checked his martial arts insights.
Learning Ice Chunk’s sword technique before the Qianlong Conference seemed… doable.
So, he spread his arms.
“Ice Chunk, give me a hug.”
“?”
“After you zapped me today, my physique seems to have improved; you need to check if I’m normal.”
Li Mo said earnestly.
“…..”
Ying Bing bit her lip, leaning into his embrace with utmost seriousness.
She quietly pinched a pressure point on his waist and, after sensing, her gaze slightly lost focus.
His physical improvement seemed… bigger than hers?
…..
PS: Seeking a power bank, muah-3-
