Chapter 75
“Superior heart techniques just aren’t enough.”
“I still have a bronze heavenly book seal.”
Li Mo pondered for a moment and took out a bronze heavenly book seal he had obtained from Princess Xiao Jiang.
**Chapter 71: The Immortal Body Cannot Contain Inner Breath, Departing for the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Conference**
Half an hour later.
Li Mo gazed at the freshly forged *Fire Lotus Extreme Yang Technique* in his hands, lost in thought.
This was a supreme skill.
With the foundation of the *Fire Heart Lotus Method* and ten years of martial arts comprehension, he had effortlessly mastered it to perfection.
The difference between a superior heart technique and a supreme skill was as clear as day.
However...
The thirty-six lotus seeds, while sending out much stronger fluctuations, still showed no signs of taking root or sprouting.
“I refuse to believe this.”
Li Mo took out a vial of ten-thousand-year-old earth vein spirit milk, uncorked it, and gulped down a large mouthful.
Instantly, he felt a swelling sensation in his dantian and meridians.
He activated the *Fire Lotus Extreme Yang Technique* with all his might, and each lotus seed seemed to transform into a pump, frantically absorbing the essence of the earth vein.
Fifteen minutes later.
A flicker of fire appeared in his dantian.
“Inner breath!?”
Before Li Mo could feel the joy of discovery, it vanished in an instant.
It was as if an invisible abyss had swallowed it whole, leaving no trace behind.
He was utterly bewildered.
Not only was it difficult to condense inner breath, but now that he had, it just disappeared?
“This is absurd.”
“Am I unable to break through even with a supreme skill?”
“Is it possible that I’ll be stuck at the Blood Qi Realm for life?”
Li Mo opened his eyes, halting the operation of his technique, his face filled with existential doubt.
He forced himself to calm down and think.
The technique derived from the bronze heavenly book seal must be sound.
So the problem had to lie within himself.
“Xuanpin Immortal Body?”
A spark of insight flashed through Li Mo’s mind as he muttered to himself.
Though he had possessed the immortal body for a long time, he knew very little about this unique constitution.
When he visited the library, he had read some strange tales but had never found any substantial records.
Yet, after much contemplation, he could find no other reason besides the immortal body.
“The thirty-six lotus seeds find it hard to condense inner breath through a supreme skill, and...”
“My body cannot contain inner breath.”
He summarized these two issues.
Li Mo fell into deep thought again.
What to do?
After careful consideration, he believed there were two possible solutions that might work.
First, disperse his energy and start over, this time not opening all thirty-six main meridians, but just twelve, like an ordinary person.
Second, wait for a higher-grade silver heavenly book seal.
With the silver heavenly book seal, he could elevate the supreme skill to divine art.
Moreover, he also had a gilded heavenly book seal, which could even enhance the *Fire Lotus Extreme Yang Technique* by another tier, allowing this martial art to reach...
Above divine art!
The thirty-six meridians circulating blood and qi were incredibly powerful.
Once he entered the inner breath realm, it would be unimaginable.
“Since I’ve already started...”
“Then I must see it through to the end.”
Li Mo hesitated for just three and a third seconds before making his decision.
Wait!
He had the ice block and Princess Xiao Jiang; a mere silver heavenly book seal was nothing.
Success was just around the corner.
Returning to Qiushui Pavilion.
The leaves in the courtyard had stopped rustling, covered in frost, weighed down and unable to lift their heads.
Tonight, Qiushui Pavilion felt particularly cold, as if he had been transported to the depths of winter, where water turned to ice.
Inside the room of a certain ice block.
An astonishing chill radiated, accompanied by waves of ethereal light.
“Tonight is the night.”
“By tomorrow, she should be in the inner breath realm.”
Li Mo sighed, returning to the adjacent room.
The cold wasn’t unbearable.
It was just that his bed leaned against the wall, and the bedding had frozen stiff.
Suddenly, he felt a sensation.
The world seed was sending out vibrations.
“Jiang Chulong is always quite punctual.”
Li Mo lay on the bed, resting his body while his consciousness entered the world seed.
...
“Teacher!”
Jiang Chulong was sitting cross-legged at the stone table.
Seeing a figure approaching with ‘teaching materials,’ her little face broke into a cautious smile.
Li Mo sat down at the table, casually brewing tea.
He brewed the tea but didn’t drink it, looking up to say:
“Ahem, you’ve integrated everything I taught last time, right?”
“Mm-hmm!”
Jiang Chulong nodded eagerly.
She was extremely serious.
The requirements of her Tianzun (Heavenly Master) were high, and she feared she hadn’t met them, making her teacher unhappy.
Even when she went out to pick up trash, she would wave a branch around a few times.
“Good, then regarding your confusion from last time, I’ll explain it to you.”
The Tianzun opened the teaching materials.
This textbook was lovingly provided by the ice block, with revisions by student Li.
There was only this one copy in the entire world.
Jiang Chulong’s talent for swordsmanship was extraordinary.
After these days of instruction, without teaching her any specific sword techniques, she had perfected her self-created martial arts to a superior level.
And she was not far from a supreme skill.
It was simply outrageous.
This time, she absorbed all the sword knowledge Li Mo had brought from the ice block like a sponge.
Midway through, Li Mo had to use his martial arts comprehension to keep up with her thinking.
After the not-so-pleasant teaching session for Li Mo ended, he asked:
“How’s your body recovering?”
“About... almost there.”
Jiang Chulong fidgeted with her fingers.
“Then let’s strike while the iron is hot. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can start training.”
Li Mo took out various supplements.
Once Jiang Chulong fully recovered, she should yield a nice reward, right?
Just as he was thinking this...
“Teacher...”
“Hmm?”
Li Mo looked up.
He noticed Jiang Chulong across from him, biting her lip, hesitating to speak, her fingers tangled together, her grayish-white eyes sparkling with a hint of expectation...
“What is it?”
“I... I want to hear stories from the Wild Realm.”
“...”
After their last training session, Li Mo had embellished a novel he had read in his past life into a legend to motivate Princess Xiao Jiang.
He had to admit.
The novels that stuck with him not only had a powerful motivational effect but were also quite captivating.
So Jiang Chulong’s glimmering expectation simply read two words:
“Update me.”
“Alright...”
.......
The next day.
Shang Wu surprisingly woke up early.
In the small Qiushui Pavilion, her serious voice echoed:
“For many years, we at Qunyu Peak have faced defeat after defeat, leading to a decline in morale and prestige. This situation must be completely reversed from now on.”
“Little Bing’er, my precious disciple, we must shine in this competition, build our confidence, and achieve results!”
“Let’s restore the glory of Qunyu Peak, you all...”
Shang Wu clenched her fist, as if she could already see Qunyu Peak returning to the forefront under her leadership.
After a moment of silence, little Li raised his hand and glanced at the ice block before speaking:
“Master, what if...”
“Ying Bing is the true disciple of the sect leader?”
Shang Wu: “!”
Oh right.
How could she have forgotten about that?
The smile on Master’s face gradually faded.
“Then it’s over; I’ve bet a lot of money on this...”
Li Mo: “...There are betting pools in the sect?”
So you’re not just thinking about the sect’s rewards, but also planning to make a quick buck, huh?
Shang Wu looked at her disciple, rubbed her forehead, and shook her head:
“This is bad; there’s definitely no hope.”
Her precious disciple was still in the Blood Qi Realm.
She had originally held high hopes for Ying Bing, who had broken through to the inner breath.
Li Mo sighed:
“Even if it’s just me, it shouldn’t drag down Qunyu Peak’s ranking too much, right?”
“It won’t work; I bet on first place. Do you think you can beat Little Bing’er?”
Shang Wu shook her head again.
She was already calculating how to avoid paying up.
Thus, the pre-competition mobilization meeting at Qiushui Pavilion ended hastily.
At the entrance, Old Ba arrived with the carriage right on time.
“Two true disciples, it’s time to head to the main peak!”
**Chapter 72: The Nine Peaks Martial Arts Conference Begins, Old Xiao’s First Battle**
The weather was perfect; today was a sunny day.
At the foot of the Qingyuan Main Peak, different carriages flowed in like a river into the sea, with stewards maintaining order everywhere.
What a grand scene.
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