“Hey… you’re out of money for drinks again?”
“Yeah, yeah, can’t stop thinking about the royal tombs, and here you are using Little Mo as an excuse to fool us.”
“I heard Little Li is doing great in the City of Divine Beings, singing little tunes and strutting around, must be riding high on the wave, what could possibly go wrong?”
“Hmph, she’s definitely just messing with us about eating hot pot, eating hot pot…”
Knowing Shang Wu’s usual antics, the elders were initially shocked but quickly regained their composure.
They dove into hot pot like nothing had happened.
Crash—
Shang Wu kicked the table over.
“My beef!” Qian Bufan wailed, standing up and getting ready to lecture Shang Wu with his chopsticks.
“This palace… isn’t joking with you.”
Upon hearing Shang Wu refer to herself like that, Qian Bufan sheepishly sat back down.
Shang Wu had never been this serious before.
During the day she might have been a bit lax, but even after being punished by the sect, she had never used her title to exert pressure on others, nor had she ever truly considered herself to be…
Everyone exchanged glances, remembering a certain afternoon many years ago.
Back then, Qunyu Peak was not yet one of the Nine Peaks; it was more like a sacred training ground within the sect, with each statue being a fine representation for Guan Shen.
At that time, the High Elder had yet to guard the ancestral hall, and someone was kept at Qunyu Peak to oversee the stone statues.
On that fateful day, he emerged from Qunyu Peak carrying a coffin made of a mystical wood that nurtured souls; inside the coffin was Shang Wu.
It took everyone a long time to convince her that Da Shang no longer existed and that the world now belonged to Da Yu.
Gradually, Shang Wu became less and less like a noble, as though she had forgotten her identity over the years.
This was the first time she spoke in the tone of a noble from Da Shang.
Once she got serious, the situation was urgent.
“Are you saying this is true?”
Shangguan Wencang’s expression darkened: “What’s really going on?”
After all, Qingyuan Sect was far from the Imperial Capital.
The latest news they had received was that Little Li was attired in yellow robes.
Upon hearing this, Shang Wu took a deep breath:
“He picked up the Divine Sword of the Celestials, which has a hidden hand of the Huanmo Sect behind it. The Da Yu royal family must have intervened too. In the end, if not for those treasured disciples holding the fort, and Little Ice Girl forging ahead at the gates of the City of Divine Beings, that world would have been obliterated.”
Hearing this, the elders were left with one question mark after another hovering above their heads.
So many trials in the Celestial Examination, how could the world depicted in the country’s foundation map be easily destroyed?
And why would the Da Yu royal family intervene?
“What does it mean that Little Mo is holding firm?” Xue Jing felt an uneasy premonition rising.
“Literally.”
“??”
“Little Mo does indeed have a secret technique that can enlarge his body…”
Xue Jing mumbled to himself.
He turned his inquiring gaze towards Shang Qin Qing, who slightly nodded, indicating Shang Wu’s words weren’t exaggerated.
The elders fell silent.
Once upon a time, when Li Mo first joined Qingyuan Sect, he was still practicing the entry-level techniques. Back then, they had discussed what path he should take in the future.
How much time has passed? He’s already writing his own epic tale.
And it came at a cost.
As mentors, they felt utterly useless…
He had already forged his own path.
“Little Mo’s inner world is enough for him to recreate a microcosm. It’s just that the conditions for gathering that life force are harsh, and there’s no time to slowly collect and refine it.”
Shang Qin Qing spoke in a low voice.
“The royal tomb opening, I wonder what kind of variables it will introduce.”
Shangguan Wencang sighed lightly, looking at Shang Wu:
“Ultimately, you are the one most qualified to make the decision.”
“The things beneath the royal tomb will eventually see the light of day again.”
Shang Wu faced towards Qunyu Peak, her eyes filled with a long-standing pain:
“Since someone has been thinking about it for so long, why don’t we just open it ourselves?”
Seeing all the elders nodding in agreement, Shang Qin Qing stepped outside the hall and soared into the sky once more.
…
Without the magic cloud, in terms of long-distance travel speed, Shang Qin Qing might just be the fastest in the world.
As she glided through the void, by evening, she landed at Wanchun Courtyard once again.
“Is everyone here?” Qin Yuzhi was waiting at the door, this must be the silent agreement of those in the know.
“Yeah, I brought Little Ice Girl and Little Mo with me to the Qingyuan Sect.”
Shang Qin Qing nodded, pushing open the door right in front of her.
As soon as she stepped inside, she saw a figure hunched over, lying on Little Mo, like a cool cat sneakily stealing food.
Oh, apparently not stealing, but feeding.
Steam rose from a hot water pot, and a bowl of medicinal soup sat at the bedside, exuding an unusual aroma, likely from some herbs dissolved in hot water…
And someone had already drunk from it.
Little Mo lay on the sickbed, clearly not voluntarily sipping it.
Shang Qin Qing: “!”
Qin Yuzhi: “!”
Both of them instantly held their breaths.
After all their worrying, their unexpected harvest had finally come!
I must say, the scene unfolding before them was quietly beautiful; if it weren’t for urgent business, they would have loved to let things continue like this.
But Ying Bing heard the door open. She silently got up, twirling her hair behind her ear, wearing a face that screamed “nothing to see here,” but unfortunately, her crystal-clear earlobes were already flushed.
Ying Bing spoke softly: “He was hurt, so…”
“Uh-huh, I understand, this is all just for his speedy recovery. It’s normal care.”
Shang Qin Qing said, but then suddenly frowned: “But wasn’t he holding on tight with his teeth?”
“Time is of the essence, let’s hurry up and set off.”
“I have one more question. If he needs to use the restroom…”
Ying Bing’s eyes trembled, pretending she hadn’t heard, gently stabilizing Little Mo’s injury with her inner energy before softly carrying him on her back.
…
In the Imperial Study.
“Your Majesty, the Qingluan clan leader has taken Little Mo and Ying Bing and left the Imperial Capital.”
The Sky Patrol Guard, wearing a light silver mask, knelt on the ground, reporting in a hoarse voice.
“It seems they plan to use the national fortune from Shang Ling.” The Jingtai Emperor, who had closed his eyes for rest, opened them.
“That saves me the headache. Should we award him a title? The national fortune of Da Shang won’t compare to that of Da Yu, it’s a hot potato.”
He had already written a decree to grant Little Mo a title.
Titles could bring varying degrees of national fortune, but it was a last resort.
The Sky Patrol Guard then asked quietly: “Should we send more people to watch over Little Mo?”
“No need.”
The Jingtai Emperor shook his head.
Others burdened with national fortunes might lose themselves, but he believed that lad wouldn’t.
“Call in Da Ban.”
“Understood.”
Before long, the purple-robed eunuch bowed as he entered the Imperial Study.
The Emperor instructed: “Draft a proclamation. Jiang Yu acted rashly, as a member of the royal family, he has lost the royal bearing, punish him to the Mianling Mansion for a year of contemplation.”
“Chuge has provided poor guidance, her mind is restless, command her to enter the Treasure Pagoda Temple to recite scriptures and copy them a hundred times.”
“The Da Yu royal family has been negligent in guarding the country’s foundation, allowing magical beings to take advantage and invade, punish them by sealing off a hundred acres of land and confiscating ten properties.”
“Little Mo, a young hero, is perfectly matched with the Cold Fairy; I’ll personally oversee their union…”
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PS: There’s still Chapter Two, it will be up soon, you can check it out tomorrow morning.
