Chapter 467
The waterfall ceased its flow, as if delicately sliced in half by a refined paper cutter.
Now, he no longer relied on any external aids; his mastery of the Heart Sword surpassed that of Xie Xuan.
"As long as I can master the sword of chivalry, I can still wield the Tianren Divine Sword with complete control!"
"This day won't be far off..."
At least, that was how it felt to Li Mo.
After all, no one could hold onto the Tianren Divine Sword for long, not even its original owner.
Who could have imagined that someone could traverse a thousand years in a single day?
Even if this person had the most mediocre talent, they would still become extraordinary.
Little Li, the swordsman, was overjoyed as he tested his current swordsmanship.
"It seems I still can’t compare to Bing Tuozi... How on earth does she practice?"
"Forget it, she’s already a Red Destiny; I can’t judge her by common standards..."
Li Mo's body was still outside, sleeping next to Bing Tuozi.
He wondered what she would think when she woke up tomorrow...
Suddenly, a ripple echoed through the small world.
By the time Jiang Chulong arrived, holding the Qingye Sword, Little Li had already transformed into Li Tianzun.
"Teacher, no stories today; I want to focus on my training."
Jiang Chulong was both obedient and earnest.
"Alright." The Tianzun teacher ruffled her hair.
The opponents Chulong had faced recently all bore the surname Jiang, and they were getting stronger and stronger. Li Mo seriously suspected there was some foul play in the drawing of lots.
So, while summoning the White Dragon projection, Li Mo carefully flipped through the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique.
Before long.
【Congratulations, host, you have successfully invested in Jiang Chulong, who has defeated the White Dragon projection.】
【Investment feedback: White Dragon essence blood.】
【Congratulations, host, you have successfully invested in Jiang Chulong, assisting her in mastering the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique.】
【Investment feedback: Sixty years of martial arts insight.】
Sixty years should still be insufficient...
By the time Jiang Chulong had sparred with the next Black Dragon projection for a long while, it was already deep into the night.
After Little Jiang logged off.
For the first time, Li Mo picked up his sword and walked toward the Great Sage projection.
Of course, he didn’t hold out much hope for the outcome; he would get beaten up even if he used a hammer, let alone his swordsmanship, which was still inferior to his hammer technique...
This didn’t mean that improving his swordsmanship was entirely useless for his hammer technique.
So how did Little Li discover this?
With a sword in his left hand and a hammer in his right, he was barely holding up against the Great Sage projection's attacks when, in a moment of desperation, he used the hammer to execute a sword technique.
To his surprise, it actually worked, and the damage was considerable.
"?"
The Great Sage projection paused for a moment.
Even the Monkey King had times when he was caught off guard...
"So... the next level of the Dugu Nine Swords, having no sword in hand but a sword in the heart... is like this?"
Unfortunately, this was just a fleeting moment of inspiration.
In subsequent attempts, he failed nine out of ten times...
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The next morning.
Li Mo woke up feeling refreshed in the morning light, and as he opened his eyes, he saw Bing Tuozi lying beside him, her delicate silk nightgown clinging to her exquisite form, her eyelashes glistening in the sunlight.
He remembered that she used to never sleep lying down, always curled up with her legs hugged against her chest, leaning against the wall...
When did Bing Tuozi's sleeping posture change?
And she wasn’t even wearing anything while sleeping...
"What a defenseless look..."
Li Mo quietly observed her, and the more he looked, the more he felt an inexplicable charm in Bing Tuozi's contrast. He couldn’t help but reach out to poke her cheek, even wanting to open his mouth wide and take a bite.
As a result, Ying Bing's eyelashes fluttered, and she turned over, her long legs finding nowhere to rest.
Then her snowy foot kicked the hammer, which was just lying there, seemingly finding it warm and suitable for resting her foot.
As everyone knows.
The hammer was a spirited divine weapon.
In the morning, it was especially lively.
"Hiss..."
Li Mo leaned back, feeling as if his nose had been punched.
Was this really a place to rest your feet?!
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"Damn it."
Li Mo covered his nose, looking bewildered.
As a noble divine weapon, was the hammer a place where one could just casually put their feet? Not only did she put her foot there, but she even used both!
He glanced at her long legs, which seemed to stretch on forever, and saw that Bing Tuozi was still deeply asleep, her delicate brows relaxed.
She probably hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while and was finally able to relax a bit today.
"But she can’t relax too much..."
"Bing Tuozi has softened, but I..."
"Am I just playing around with my partial laws of heaven and earth?"
Li Mo stood up, gazing at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, trying to keep the warmth from flowing out of his nose.
"Miss Ying! Miss Ying!"
"Little Bing'er!"
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and two somewhat familiar female voices came from outside.
When he opened the door, he saw Zhong Ling and Shang Qinqing.
"Huh? Li Mo, I was just about to ask where Miss Ying was."
Zhong Ling was taken aback; she had just gone to call Li Mo.
Shang Qinqing's eyes lit up, and she rummaged through her pocket, pulling out a handful of sunflower seeds to snack on.
How does the Shang clan leader always manage to pull out a handful of sunflower seeds at any time...
Li Mo half-hid behind the door, internally complaining before asking, "What’s going on so early in the morning?"
"Oh, my father wants to see you. He invites you and Miss Ying to the royal city as guests."
Zhong Ling referred to her father, of course, as the highly esteemed King of the South.
Li Mo nodded, "Alright, I’ll go with Bing Tuozi in a bit."
But as he nodded, the warmth in his nostrils began to flow out again.
"Li brother, what’s going on with you..." Zhong Ling's expression turned wary.
Li Mo, with a serious demeanor, casually wiped his nose, "Just a small issue. I was sparring with Ying Bing, and she accidentally... lost her footing, which caused me a minor injury."
"Really?"
Shang Qinqing squinted her eyes, looking somewhat skeptical.
Could it be that nothing life-threatening happened?
She wanted to see a baby being born and felt that it might happen soon.
"Really!"
Li Mo asserted firmly.
Just as he finished speaking, a dreamy voice came from behind him:
"Who’s there?"
Bing Tuozi, looking somewhat drowsy, resembled a water lily that was just waking up, her lips still adorned with a few stray strands of hair, making it hard to associate her with the cold, divine fairy she usually was.
"!"
Li Mo's sharp eyes caught sight of the shocking red stains on Bing Tuozi's white nightgown...
Oh no, when did she get blood on her?
He hadn’t even thought to notice...
"??"
Zhong Ling leaned back, her expression gradually turning blank.
Shang Qinqing's eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, bursting into a fit of giggles, resembling a pureblood Qingluan turned into a clucking hen.
"It seems last night’s sparring was indeed quite intense. How about we rest a bit before heading out? Little Bing'er might not be very comfortable..."
"..... That’s blood from her nose!"
"Yo yo yo~" Shang Qinqing's expression was hard to describe, her eyebrows dancing.
"I’ve been feeling a bit overheated lately, and that’s why..."
"No need to explain, I believe you."
"You’ve been munching on sunflower seeds non-stop!" Li Mo felt that Shang Qinqing's eyes didn’t match her words at all.
She had been snacking for a second straight; how could he believe her nonsense?
Bing Tuozi also lowered her gaze and, upon noticing the bloodstains on her nightgown, looked momentarily stunned.
She didn’t doubt anything else.
Instead, she realized what that warm thing she had stepped on in her dream was...
......
Downstairs, a group of armored guards surrounded Zhong Zhenyue, who was bundled up like a dumpling, peeking out.
Seeing only Li Mo and Zhong Ling coming over, he curiously asked, "Where’s Miss Ying?"
"She said she wanted to rest well, so I’m going in her place..."
Li Mo was just saying this when Zhong Ling interjected, "She’s preparing to have a baby."
"?"
Zhong Zhenyue's body jolted, causing his wounds to ache, and he winced in pain.
After a moment of silence, he gave a thumbs up.
"How could it be so fast... No, I mean, I said you misunderstood." Li Mo was taken aback.
Zhong Ling, why did you have to drop a bomb like that?
"The old lady in the royal residence told me; there was blood."
Zhong Ling had a look of someone who held the truth.
The old lady in the royal residence had served many prominent families, and Zhong Ling had seen her cut bloody scraps from the new bride's bed in the morning.
"Let’s go..."
Li Mo glanced at the sky, then got into the carriage.
The carriage smoothly entered the inner city, passing through without obstruction, until they approached the royal city, where inspections became more frequent, recognizing orders rather than people.
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