Chapter 360
Li Mo nodded honestly.
“Yo?”
Shang Wu’s beautiful face lit up with excitement, her eyes sparkling with pride as she looked at her disciple.
It felt like her apprentice had finally grown up.
“What trouble did you get into? Tell me about it.”
“...”
Li Mo glanced at his carefree master and recounted the events.
Shang Wu leaned back slightly, giving him a thumbs up and nudging his shoulder with her elbow:
“Good job, kid! I thought you didn’t like to stir up trouble, but you’ve surprised me with such a big revelation. You truly are my disciple.”
“Don’t get too proud now.”
She had the air of a streetwise big sister praising her little brother.
Li Mo cleared his throat and naturally continued, “Yeah, I’ll keep working hard…”
“Hmm?”
Ying Bing’s serene gaze turned slightly inquisitive, her delicate brows knitting together.
“Cough…”
Li Mo composed himself, realizing that his words were off. Had he just said he’d keep going after nearly beating up the prince?
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, pondering for a moment before softly saying, “Well done.”
Now it was Li Mo’s turn to be stunned. When did the icy Ying Bing start sounding like his master, praising him for causing trouble?
Ying Bing set her teacup down and said quietly, “Many things that are destined to happen are troublesome, but if trouble comes, then let it come.”
It was just the prince.
She had dealt with him before.
“!”
Li Mo hadn’t seen that hint of dominance in Ying Bing for a long time.
“Exactly, like the idea of rising up against the oppressors.”
Shang Wu stroked her chin, her almond eyes narrowing as she looked like a clever strategist. “The time is ripe. Why don’t we take this opportunity to ambush Jiang Yu at the main peak tomorrow, take him down, and then rise up against the oppressors!”
“My precious disciple, you have wealth and resources, plus the mighty Little Ba Wang and Little Bing to assist you. What’s there to worry about?”
“So, Master, what part will you be responsible for?”
Li Mo’s lips twitched slightly.
Shang Wu replied matter-of-factly, “Don’t you know that uprisings need to be justified?”
“So?”
“I’ll be your regent, and then you’ll have a legitimate claim!”
“...”
Li Mo suddenly felt that Elder Han He’s suggestion to get his master drunk and lock her up wasn’t entirely due to personal grudges.
He silently took out two bottles of Xianren Zui (Immortal’s Drunkenness) and handed them to Shang Wu.
“I’m a bit hungry.”
When Ying Bing said this, her expression seemed to take on a more serious tone.
The kitchen of Qiushui Pavilion welcomed its chef, Li Mo.
She gazed at the rising smoke in the kitchen, her icy eyes narrowing slightly.
“Jiang Yu has two sword attendants, one named Qing Que and the other Dan Zhi, both from Tianshan Sword Manor. They are skilled in combined attacks and rank on the human list.”
“How many moves can they hold out against one?”
“My current level is still too low… there are still many things I can’t do…”
Ying Bing picked up Tianshuang and Yuezhongyin, dancing lightly in the courtyard under the newly fallen moonlight.
The sword techniques she used with each hand were surprisingly different, like two paths diverging in the woods.
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Chapter 395: Are You Two Meeting Up Again?
In front of the main hall of Qingyuan Sect, the elders and all the true disciples stood silently on the steps, waiting, each one lost in thought.
Thanks to a certain mighty Little Ba Wang.
What could have been a well-deserved reward was now likely to turn into a reprimand.
Da Yu indeed shared power with the sect, and there was no formal lord-subject relationship. In fact, over the thousands of years since Da Yu was founded, there had been instances of the sect rising up against the throne.
It proved that it was better to maintain a healthy respect for the royal family.
“Our ancestors survived the chaos of a crumbling dynasty; it’s not like the sky is falling now.”
Shangguan Wencang scanned the elders and said solemnly.
Then he looked up at the sky, calculating the time in his mind.
“The prince should be arriving soon… by the way.”
“What about Li Mo and Ying Bing?”
Speaking of which, these two little ones were the main players. Jiang Yu wasn’t here to inspect a small sect like Qingyuan.
...
The next morning.
The room was no longer filled with the cold frost, but rather a faint, cool fragrance lingered.
Ying Bing opened her eyes on the bed, instinctively glancing at the empty space beside her.
In the past, the first thing she did upon waking was check if her sword was still there, but she didn’t know when this habit had changed.
“Forty-nine forms…”
Ying Bing retracted her jade phoenix spirit.
Now her Hundred Birds Phoenix form had finally begun to catch up with the Taiyin Divine Intent, meaning the two were starting to complement each other.
Though she was still at the sixth level of the Divine Observation realm, her spiritual essence had made significant progress compared to yesterday.
“Before entering the inner scene, I need to merge the two divine intents into one… only then can I manifest the Taiyin Moon Phoenix.”
Merging divine intents was a difficult and perilous path, one that many talented individuals had attempted to walk.
Including that top contender on the Qianlong List, the prince of Da Yu.
But as far as she knew, throughout history, only she had managed to harmonize the forms of the Great Dao.
Suddenly, that annoying system chimed in again:
[Reminder: This system hasn’t opened the rankings in a year. Have you forgotten about me, host?]
“It hasn’t been a year.”
[Time has passed, so it’s naturally a year. And just now, this system detected fluctuations in your emotions.]
The system’s calculations were quite remarkable.
Ying Bing had indeed been contemplating whether to reopen the rankings.
But with a slight frown, she decided to set that thought aside for now.
She would think about it after visiting Lankao Mountain.
Her sword energy had reached its peak, cultivated during her previous life when the Qianlong Tianjiao gathered in the imperial capital, where she had defeated countless heroes.
Now she was ready to walk that path again.
“I need to win against him fairly at least once…”
“Ice Block.”
At that moment, Li Mo’s voice came from outside.
“We’re about to set off.”
“Hmm.”
The slender and tall Ying Bing changed into her attire, the Taiyin Liuxian dress concealing the contours of her figure, transforming her elegance into an ethereal grace.
She opened the door to find Li Mo standing there, wearing that pure Yang long robe.
It was as if they had a tacit understanding; they were both dressed in matching… um, training outfits.
They left Qiushui Pavilion together, and as they walked, Li Mo glanced at his master’s room. Just to clarify, the upright Li Mo had no bad habits like peeping.
Well, it was good; he had flaunted two bottles of Xianren Zui, and his master was sprawled out, snoring peacefully without a care in the world.
Phew—
“It’s pretty cold out.”
Li Mo rubbed his hands, feeling a bit lost, so he ended up scratching his neck, leaving a few red marks.
Little Li Ba Wang’s temper was quite fiery.
The red marks reflected in Ying Bing’s eyes were somewhat startling…
A woman sitting in a man’s embrace, as if she were about to devour him, leaving marks on his neck after a stormy kiss, looked somewhat similar, though the shapes were different…
What… am I thinking?
Ying Bing’s serene gaze trembled slightly as she lowered her small hand.
At that moment, Li Mo froze.
In his hands, which had nowhere to go, he suddenly felt a cool, delicate hand.
“I told you it’s cold; your hands are freezing.”
“... Yeah, a bit.”
Ice Block fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded gently.
“See? I told you. And according to my professional knowledge, cold starts from the feet. So if your hands are cold, your feet shouldn’t be warm either.”
Li Mo spoke earnestly, sounding quite convincing.
As he spoke, he released his hand, seemingly intending to test his theory.
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
Even as a technician, one should always pursue truth through practice!
If you don’t open the box, how do you know whether Schrödinger’s cat is alive or dead?
If you don’t take off your little boots, how do you know…
“?”
Seeing Ying Bing’s gaze drift over, Li Mo cleared his throat, his expression returning to clarity as he looked into the distance, as if nothing had happened.
But just then, they happened to pass through the mountain gate.
Looking into the distance, they saw two figures, one in pink and the other in blue, riding cloud-colored steeds, flanked by attendants.
That cloud-colored steed was remarkably similar to the mount of Captain Qu Sheng, possessing an extraordinary lineage.
Moreover, its pure white coat was a rarity, only found among the Da Yu royal family or gifted by the heavenly family, never seen among the common folk, known in the martial world as the ‘Tianma’ (Heavenly Horse).
In the previous life, it was akin to a limited edition Rolls Royce.
The other party approached with great momentum, entering the mountain gate as if they intended to gallop straight to the main hall, looking less like they were here to offer praise and more like they were here to demand an explanation.
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