Chapter 415
Jiang Chulong's eyes sparkled with excitement. Just as she dashed behind the door curtain, she hesitated, hearing the lively chatter outside. Usually, she wouldn’t dare to meet the guests' eyes...
Right, Li Dage had said...
She patted the bundle in her arms.
...
"Huang Xiong, are you going to Di Jing with us? My cloud is quite spacious; you should fit."
"Forget it. If I get on, there will be too many people."
"No worries, Ice Tuozi can sit on my lap."
"?"
The Feidu Shuangmian Turtle was knocked silly by the Divine Hammer Little Overlord in one blow, using an abacus bead.
Hmm, when telling the story later, he could say he was defeated by Li Mo with a hidden weapon.
Huang Donglai forced a smile. "I think I’ll just go on my own."
"What's wrong?"
"I just feel it’s not safe to follow you. Sooner or later, something will happen, and it won’t be a small matter..."
Huang Donglai politely declined.
Feidu Shuangmian Turtle, as expected, remains steady as ever!
"....."
Li Mo found himself at a loss for words.
But that seemed a bit unfair to him; what did it have to do with him if something went wrong? It was definitely because of Ice Tuozi. The rise of the destined Empress was always fraught with thorns, wasn’t it?
Little Li felt he was just another victim of the collateral damage.
But that didn’t stop him from holding onto Ice Tuozi's jade-like legs...
"Where's Chulong?"
Ying Bing's serene eyes scanned the hot pot restaurant.
"Oh right, I haven't seen her."
Li Mo was taken aback, then wondered if Aunt Mei had taken Little Jiang Princess and run away.
Just then, the door curtain was lifted.
The large hot pot restaurant fell silent for a moment, as familiar patrons recognized who had come from the backyard, their mouths agape in shock.
Little Jiang Princess stood there, her gaze a bit weak and pitiful, but hidden behind her sunglasses.
She had her hands on her hips, looking like a sassy, emotionless killer.
"Aunt Mei didn’t say anything?" Li Mo asked.
Little Jiang Princess shook her head in a panic, devoid of emotion.
"That’s strange."
As Li Mo spoke, he caught a glimpse of Mei Yun through the door curtain. Her expression was complex, as if she had much to say, but she merely sighed.
Well...
Chulong had made it onto the Qianlong List; it was impossible for her to remain anonymous now. Even if she didn’t enter the martial world, the martial world would come to her.
At least in Mei Yun's eyes, having a mysterious powerful figure behind her would provide some safety.
"Aunt Mei, we will return safely," Li Mo said earnestly.
"Yes, come back soon."
Mei Yun pulled out a small box from her storage and handed it to Li Mo.
"If any of you need to enter the Tianren City realm, open it and take a look. After you’ve seen it, remember to burn it."
"Okay."
Li Mo knew that Mei Yun came from the Tianshan Sword Manor and had once been Chulong's mother’s sword attendant.
It was certain that the contents of this box were related to the Tianren City realm formed by the Tianhuang Domain.
...
Half a month later.
The spring sun shone brightly.
Li Mo stood atop the clouds, gazing into the distance as the magnificent landscape unfolded before him.
Beneath the blue sky lay majestic city walls reflecting a glassy sheen, teeming with life, with towering spires that were even grander than the skyscrapers of the last life.
The area covered by the city was beyond the reach of his eyes, and in the far distance, he could vaguely see a snow-capped mountain, towering like a corner of the heavens.
At the center of the city should be the imperial city, the royal residence, where a jade-green mural resembling a canopy enveloped the entire palace.
A divine artifact surfaced in Li Mo's mind.
The Heavenly Fate Dao Artifact—Map of the Nation and Society.
Suddenly, a figure beside him, also soaring through the air, descended straight down.
"Aren't we still not there yet?"
Li Mo was taken aback, standing on the cloud.
"The wonders of this Heavenly Fate Dao Artifact have rendered the area around the city a no-fly zone. If we get any closer, we’ll be forced back to the ground unless one is at the Xuanjing level... Huh?"
Qin Yuzhi was surprised to find that the cloud beneath her feet showed no signs of dissipating.
"Just a trivial trick."
Little Li adjusted his sunglasses.
"Li Dage is really impressive..."
The cold, emotionless Little Jiang Princess broke her stoic facade for a moment.
"This cloud doesn’t seem like the Cloud Mist Avenue..."
Ice Tuozi, wearing sunglasses, tilted her head.
"So why are you all wearing those dark glasses?"
"Because we’re a team."
"Then why don’t I have one?" Qin Yuzhi protested.
"Qin Jie, stop thinking about what the sect leader should provide for you. Think more about what you can do for the sect. I’ve already given you a job, and you still want me to provide a uniform?"
Of course, Li Mo didn’t really think that way; he was just joking.
The real reason was that he had forgotten about Qin Yuzhi when making the sunglasses.
"Fine, then you can handle the power of all beings in the Southern Wilderness yourself."
In the past half month, the power of all beings had been steadily improving under Qin Jiao's management.
Plus, the inexplicably emerging Kongming Wanse Tower from the Huamojiao had already accumulated to thirty-two levels.
Just four more levels, and it could project the form of the Great Dao.
"......I was just joking. Actually, I think sunglasses don’t really suit you. How about I prepare an eye mask instead?"
"That’s more like it."
As they chatted, Li Mo also controlled the Jindouyun to land and took out the long-lost bronze carriage, entering the city gate for inspection.
An ordinary city guard turned out to be at the Observation God level.
...
Meanwhile.
In the royal city with its red walls and green tiles, layered like fish scales.
In the East Palace, purple smoke wafted upwards.
A young man, carrying a heavy sword box, was led by the sword attendant Qing Niao through layers of palace walls, entering the inner hall of the Sword Concealment Pavilion, where cold, gleaming swords were displayed on every floor.
The Xuan weapons were the most ordinary among them.
Jiang Yu held a Xuan weapon in his hand, the sword light sharp, with a hint of dragon's roar.
Suddenly—
The Xuan weapon snapped in half, and the sword energy scattered everywhere.
Jiang Yu's expression darkened.
"Your Highness, all the swords from the Sword Forging Conference over the years are here."
The fragments of the sword hovered around the young man speaking, but suddenly stopped and reformed into a long sword covered in cracks.
"The quality of the blacksmiths at the recent forging conferences has become increasingly mediocre."
Jiang Yu looked at the sword box he had placed on the ground. "Not a single one can withstand the might of the sword bones."
"It has nothing to do with the sword bones."
The young man shook his head. "It’s because of you. To master the sword, one must first master oneself. If you encounter a wise ruler, even grass and wood can become divine weapons."
In other words, if a person is lacking, don’t blame the sword.
Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched.
Qing Niao looked anxious. "Xie Shixiong!"
But the young man named Xie seemed not to hear, staring intently into Jiang Yu's heavy pupils.
At that moment, a servant entered and whispered something in Jiang Yu's ear.
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, coldness surging:
"Didn’t you always say you saw a little girl in the Sword Tomb whose sword talent surpassed yours? She must have come and should be at Bu Yun Tower now."
"Oh?"
The young man's eyes lit up, and without saying goodbye, he turned to leave.
Just as he stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, he heard Jiang Yu's voice behind him:
"If you can drive her out of Di Jing, I’ll help you arrange a private meeting with Hua Nongying for drinks and music, to spend a lovely night together."
"....."
The young man paused for a moment, then soared into the air.
Sword enthusiasts and sword saints alike all admire Xie Xuan, loving both swords and beautiful women.
In Di Jing, everyone knows he has a soft spot for the fourth on the Beauty of Flowers list, the contemporary top of Fengyue Xiaozhu.
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**Chapter 460: Is His Name Li Mo? He’s Quite Arrogant!**
At noon, the light of three suns poured down like a magnificent canopy.
It illuminated the tower by the lakeside, the tiles shimmering with a greenish hue, making this hollow high-rise resemble a glass pillar reaching the heavens.
On the gilded plaque, three characters were inscribed:
**Bu Yun Lou**
This place was particularly lively during the Qianlong Conference, as it had exactly twenty-five floors, with four rooms on each floor, totaling one hundred.
From top to bottom, it housed the talents from the Qianlong List, though the top room had been empty for several years.
Yet, despite it being the Qianlong Conference, Bu Yun Lou was buzzing with discussions, packed inside and out.
"Who has the audacity to block the entrance to Bu Yun Lou at this time?"
"Yeah, he doesn’t look very old. Could he be trying to use some Qianlong List talent as a stepping stone to fame?"
"That’s unlikely."
"Why do you say that?"
"He's Xie Xuan, the second on the Qianlong List."
".......
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