Chapter 453
The divine constable turned to Ying Bing and asked, “What brings you here?”
“He’s running around everywhere, so I came to bring him back,” she replied, her expression as cold as her voice, which rang clear yet frosty.
No one doubted her words.
Could Ying Bing deceive you?
What reason would she have to lie?
Except for Li Mo, of course.
“?”
But the connection with Gong Chan Juan wasn’t established, Li Mo pondered. How did that ice block know he was here? Moreover... it seemed like she had stolen a glance at him just now...
Clearly, it was a furtive glance!
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**Chapter 505: A Beautiful Rescue for a Hero?**
Li Mo muttered to himself, “Is that ice block not...”
“Li Mo, how was that sword strike I just made?”
“It was impressive! What’s it called?”
Li Mo was momentarily taken aback, unsure why Ying Bing suddenly brought this up.
“That sword is called Shenxiao Dangmo. When wielded with the Tianren Divine Sword, it’s like a fish in water.”
Ying Bing’s beautiful face was frosted over, yet her eyes held a hint of a smile as she asked, “So... do you want to learn it?”
“!”
Li Mo’s eyes brightened, then he quickly turned away, saying earnestly, “Right! Just to be safe, I secretly had Ying Bing follow us, ready to assist at any moment.”
The divine constable raised an eyebrow.
Wasn’t that what you meant to say just now?
With keen insight, the divine constable had studied a martial art that allowed him to observe micro-expressions, the flow of true energy, and the sound of heartbeats to determine if someone was lying.
It seemed that the little tyrant of the divine hammer wasn’t being entirely truthful...
But whether he was lost or was there to assist wasn’t that important...
“What happened next?”
Li Mo continued, “Later, that outer manifestation of the Demon Cult couldn’t withstand Ying Bing’s sword and the heavenly tribulation, and its chest split open, revealing an arm.”
“An arm?!”
The divine constable’s expression changed, and his tone suddenly became urgent. “What kind of arm?”
“It had a mouth in the palm, a dark greenish-black color, and many terrifying wounds. The aura within those wounds must be ancient.”
Li Mo’s answer was based on his own experiences. After all, he had encountered many beings long gone from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, even if only in projections.
“I understand now. Thank you for the information, Young Hero Li.”
After hearing this, the divine constable began issuing orders to his subordinates, as if he had stumbled upon something significant.
Zhao Jing followed them into the cave.
As the conversation ended, Li Mo let out a sigh of relief. He felt that his physical body, having been tempered by the heavenly tribulation, seemed to have reached a new level.
Had he finally grasped the essence of the Eight-Nine Profound Art?
But before he could fully unleash his power, the master of the realm arrived.
【Congratulations, host! You have destroyed the Demon Cult’s Blood Refining Hall, reducing the spread of divine energy and preventing many martial artists from going astray.】
【Investment feedback: One year of martial arts insight.】
【Investment feedback: One bottle of bruise ointment.】
【Investment feedback: One year of martial arts insight.】
【Investment feedback: One snuff bottle from the Western Regions.】
...
The persistent notification chimes echoed in his ears.
Most of the items were miscellaneous, but a small portion was martial arts insight. Even though it was a small portion, the total wouldn’t be less than three hundred years. He would count them properly when he returned.
From the perspective of gains, the instant noodles infused with divine energy provided him with a vast amount of life force, better than this round of feedback.
However, Li Mo was in a good mood. Looking at everyone, he said, “I’ll cook tonight; let’s have a feast.”
“I want to drink Immortal’s Drunkenness!” Xiao Qin laughed.
“How about making lion’s head?” Huang Donglai suggested.
The lion’s head he referred to was a type of exotic beast, great for barbecuing.
“Sounds good!” Mu Rongxiao said, licking his lips.
Li Mo looked at him curiously, “Aren’t you already a monk? Don’t you have any precepts?”
Some Buddhist rules were quite different.
But it seemed that the Hanging Temple didn’t allow the consumption of meat.
“I do, and they’re quite strict, so...”
“So I’ll prepare some vegetarian dishes for you?”
“So when it comes to drinking and eating meat, just make sure Master doesn’t see you.”
“.....”
Master Zang Ai was indeed an unconventional monk, not following the usual path.
“Alright, let’s head back.”
Li Mo took out a bronze carriage from the system space and headed toward Buyun Tower.
The sound of the carriage wheels accompanied the song:
“Who says only those standing in the light can be called heroes~”
...
The dark river was intricate, leading straight to the inner city.
Tan Zhuyin had survived.
The reason was that he was not the primary target being tracked by the master of the realm.
The influence of the Demon Cult in the imperial capital quickly gathered.
“Holy Son, you are the only survivor from the Blood Refining Hall. What happened?” asked the masked leader of the Blood Refining Hall.
The expressions of the other branch leaders were grave, even in the darkness.
The destruction of a single outpost wasn’t significant.
But the disappearance of the remains of the Blood God was very important.
“It’s because of two people.”
Tan Zhuyin conveniently ignored Xiao Qin, Mu Rongxiao, and himself.
“Ying Bing and the little tyrant of the divine hammer! It was mainly that Ying Bing.”
“If it weren’t for her using the Tianren Divine Sword to summon the heavenly tribulation, causing that Qian Gong to sense its arrival, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point!”
“?”
Listening to Tan Zhuyin’s account, the high-ranking members of the Demon Cult felt as if they were hearing a fairy tale.
So, in the end, it was Ying Bing, like a goddess descending from the heavens, who snatched the Tianren Divine Sword from the little tyrant of the divine hammer and fought against the outer manifestation?
“I wouldn’t dare to write such a story...”
Zhu Renji felt it was utterly absurd just to think about it.
But if things weren’t as Tan Zhuyin described, they truly couldn’t fathom why it had turned out this way.
The high-ranking members of the Demon Cult were filled with astonishment.
Ying Bing was terrifying.
Only at this moment did they suddenly realize that the Holy Son being bested by her wasn’t something to be ashamed of.
“Li Mo really deserves to die...”
One of the high-ranking members of the Demon Cult felt a chill run down his spine, trembling all over.
“?”
The high-ranking members of the Demon Cult looked at him like a writhing maggot, confused as to why he displayed such a disgusting and twisted expression.
“Just think about it, a loud bang in the sky, the fairy makes a dazzling entrance, beautifully rescuing the hero...”
“Ugh...”
The temperature in the Demon Cult’s outpost plummeted as many people gasped in shock.
Thinking about it this way...
It was indeed a bit too much to bear...
So, if you could make someone envious to a certain extent, even those from the Demon Cult couldn’t handle it.
In an instant, countless cold snorts echoed, and murderous intent surged.
“This kid truly has a path to death!”
“I can hear his fists clenching tightly.”
“Enough.”
Suddenly, the masked leader of the Blood Refining Hall stood up, facing the bronze statue behind him.
Following his gaze, everyone noticed that one of the ancestral gods’ statues seemed to be... emanating a wave?
“Did the Blood God send another message?”
“Then, let’s proceed according to the original plan.”
The leader of the Blood Refining Hall slightly raised his eyes and said, “We need to cultivate a prodigy to enter the top three of the Qianlong competition and send him into Tianren City to assist the Blood God in taking control of Tianren City!”
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Meanwhile.
At the top of Buyun Tower.
The moon was bright, and the stars were few, with a clear sky stretching endlessly.
Li Mo held Ying Bing’s hand, ignoring the vibrant night scene of the imperial capital, focusing intently on the moon above.
After observing the essence of the lunar deity, Ying Bing softly said, “In a while, I’ll teach you the Shenxiao Dangmo Sword.”
“Can’t we do it today?”
Li Mo’s thirst for knowledge was strong.
“Your affinity with the Tianren Divine Sword is still low. It’s better to first comprehend the sword techniques within.”
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**Chapter 506: The Method for Little Li, the Swordsman, to Master the Divine Sword**
The next day.
At Tianshan Sword Manor, the divine constable stepped onto the peak of Tianshan, gently brushing off a few snowflakes from his shoulder. Guided by the disciples, he crossed the snow-covered sword field that had been frozen year-round and entered the main hall.
He slightly bowed to a few people, saying, “Thank you, Manor Master, Master Du. It’s been a while.”
“Thank you for your efforts regarding the divine energy dispersal, Constable Lu,” Du Wufeng said solemnly.
“I didn’t exert much effort. Today, with Qian Gong’s arrival, those traitors from the Blood Refining Hall were naturally obliterated. I merely helped my subordinates clean up the aftermath,” the divine constable replied, shaking his head as he sat at the tea table, his fingers tracing the rim of the tea bowl. “This tea is quite good.”
Du Wufeng frowned.
The divine constable, with an impassive demeanor, said, “What else could draw Qian Gong here besides the Tianren Divine Sword?”
Xie Yiding, wearing a square cap, chuckled lightly, “If the constable likes it, I can have my disciples send a few portions over.”
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