Chapter 509
At that moment, amidst the terrified gaze of the fleeing man, he was caught by Shang Wu, struggling desperately to break free.
He did manage to escape, but a chill ran through him as his pants pocket was snatched away and disdainfully tossed aside by Shang Wu.
“.....”
Zhao Jing thought to herself, no wonder she could teach Li Mo.
If they were to enforce the law impartially, Qingyuan Sect would likely face a thorough investigation...
“Stop hitting him!”
“You think just because you say so, it’ll stop?”
“Don’t lay a hand on him, it’s me!”
“I don’t care who you are... wait? My precious disciple, aww.”
Shang Wu put down her wine bottle, transforming from a fierce woman into a big softie in an instant. After witnessing her fierce display just moments ago, everyone now took a step back, as if struck by lightning.
How could anyone possibly tame such a woman?
Oh, the little tyrant who brings good fortune to his wife—then it’s all good.
By the way, it’s worth mentioning that little Li has finally earned the nickname of the swordsman, but perhaps because he felt the previous two nicknames suited him so well, he regretted losing either of them.
So, he got both nicknames at once.
Little Li was still blissfully unaware of this, and those around him were tactfully avoiding the topic.
The chaotic scene finally calmed down with the arrival of the little tyrant who brings good fortune to his wife.
Once they returned to Wanchun Hall.
While the beauties of the Hundred Flowers were rehearsing, Li Mo finally understood the reason behind her little “aww.”
She had her own fierce skills; she could also participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival.
But when Li Mo heard the words “fierce skills” come from her lips, he immediately pulled out the fine wine he had been saving and asked her if she wanted the wine or the fierce skills.
In the end, everyone was happy.
That night, Wanchun Hall closed its doors to guests, yet the lights were bright.
The stage in front of the Noon Gate had already been set up, and any minor details could be replaced with the Shiny Mirage Pearl. Tonight was meant for the final “rehearsal.”
Li Mo stood in the main hall, finally regaining his composure.
“Hey, Master, did you not have any fierce skills from the start? Were you just trying to trick me into giving you more good wine?”
“As a teacher, how could I do such a thing? You’re not thinking of backing out, are you?”
Shang Wu pouted, looking as if the bitter wine was causing her heartache.
“.....”
“Hmph, I don’t see you like this usually.”
Elder Han He was applying medicine to the corner of his eye and said irritably:
“With you and Xiao Bing’er shining like stars, our Qingyuan Sect has finally taken first place in the Hidden Dragon competition. She’s counting on you to support her, so of course, we have to find a way to save the day. Otherwise, how would you feel about us being your poor relatives?”
“Where did that come from?”
Li Mo waved his hand, feeling that his master probably hadn’t thought that far.
She simply felt that in a little while, she wouldn’t be able to beat her disciple anymore, so she decided to give up on martial combat and focus on strategy.
Don’t be fooled by Shang Wu’s carefree demeanor; she was quite perceptive. Otherwise, how could she have invented the infamous Fighting King’s secret technique?
“Old Han, if I can’t handle Xiao Mo, how could I not handle you?”
Shang Wu’s expression changed in an instant as she looked at Elder Han He.
“Hmph, I won’t argue with you!”
Elder Han He rarely backed down.
Li Mo then noticed something through his Destiny Divine Eye: “Master, have you broken through?”
“Hehe, that day, I got a bit drunk and ended up fighting with the Sect Master. After that, I reached the fifth realm.”
Shang Wu laughed cheerfully, completely carefree.
Li Mo pondered for a moment: “Is the Sect Master doing well?”
“He’s alive.”
“Well, that’s good.”
It seemed like his master had never seriously practiced, yet she could fight and advanced rapidly.
At her age, reaching the fifth realm was impressive enough in the Imperial Capital, and the possibility of reaching the seventh realm in the future was quite high.
Li Mo carefully examined her again with the Destiny Divine Eye.
He discovered that the color of her Destiny had changed to:
【Gold】.
A change in Destiny color wasn’t new to Li Mo, but going from purple to gold was quite a leap, indicating that something significant must have happened to alter her fate.
Yet, nothing seemed to have changed about her, and it shouldn’t have anything to do with him. His own Destiny was a question mark and wouldn’t affect others.
Just as he was about to ask more, the rehearsal began.
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P.S.: Sorting out the plot; the missing chapter will be added tomorrow.
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Chapter 575: Competing with a Dog, Little Li’s Inner Thoughts (Supplement)
Alright, it’s probably pointless to ask. When it comes to being unreliable, Master has always been consistently dependable.
Li Mo looked up at the stage, where the ornate decorations were accompanied by ethereal melodies.
Wanchun Hall, located beneath the emperor’s feet, was a luxurious den of wealth filled with nobility. Now, paired with the melodies of the Penglai Sect, it became even more intoxicating, complemented by the performances of the Hehuan Sect’s makeup artists and dancers.
It was as if the high class was mingling with the low, and the atmosphere was simply overwhelming.
However, little Li was yawning; they had barely started the first performance, and he had lost interest. His mind drifted to the serious way Bing Tuo taught him martial arts.
Thus, even though Li Mo was completely distracted from the performance, his expression remained serious and immersed.
Before long, Song Baiyue and a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites arrived.
“Li, my young brother, who is this?”
Mr. Song greeted him and then curiously inquired.
He was somewhat surprised that the person sitting next to Li Mo wasn’t the Cold Fairy.
“This is my master.”
“Oh, so it’s your master! I’ve heard so much about you.”
Song Baiyue politely greeted her.
Shang Wu, however, rudely yawned.
Li Mo cleared his throat to redirect Mr. Song’s attention back to the stage. It was well-known that his master had long harbored ambitions of usurping the throne, often imagining herself as the Empress Dowager while making Elder Han He the Crown Prince.
Moreover, aside from her role as his provider, she was notoriously egalitarian.
If she were to beat him up, he could only consider it as being bitten by a dog.
“Ah, I trust you, my young brother, to handle things well.”
Song Baiyue said with a smile, “Here, let me toast you.”
As he spoke, he reached for the wine jug.
“Woof woof woof...”
Song Baiyue: “?”
Where did that dog-like protective sound come from?
Li Mo: “......”
Turning around, he saw his beautiful master baring her teeth, glaring fiercely at Song Baiyue.
Just how fierce was she?
The colleagues and guards that Mr. Song brought instinctively took two steps back, shielding their superior.
“Uh, this is Mr. Song, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, quite renowned in literary circles.”
Li Mo blinked and then took out another jug of wine, saying:
“Mr. Song is a scholar; he can’t drink much anyway. It wouldn’t even be enough to get stuck in your teeth, Master, so you don’t need to worry about this cup or that cup...”
“Tsk, that’s true.”
Shang Wu sized up Mr. Song, reluctantly giving her precious disciple some face.
“Hey—”
Mr. Song dramatically stood up, his eyes wide:
“What do you mean? I, this esteemed minister, can recite poetry and drink with the best of them! In my youth, I was known for my drinking prowess. Didn’t you say I outdrank you last time? You praised my capacity, and now you’re saying this?!”
Old Song hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since their last encounter.
He had been holding back for days, fearing that drinking during the Hundred Flowers Festival would lead to trouble.
Now, with the music and dance, and his colleagues constantly praising his drinking ability, could he endure being looked at like a lightweight by a woman?
Li Mo: “.....”
He felt a bit sorry for Mr. Song, as he wanted to tell him that his last performance was all an act, as he just wanted to get home early to sleep with Bing Tuo.
Shang Wu, bored, waved her hand: “Give my disciple some face; I’ll let you off this time.”
“Thanks... wait, that’s my line?” Mr. Song jumped up: “I’m the one letting you off!”
“Then what do you want?” Shang Wu frowned.
“I want to compete with you; the loser is a dog.” Mr. Song rolled up his sleeves, clearly under the influence of the Fighting King’s first technique.
Li Mo felt a headache coming on.
Seriously, competing with a dog to see who’s more dog-like? Why put yourself through this, Mr. Song?
“Haha... hahahaha.”
Shang Wu’s laughter grew from small to boisterous, her smile becoming increasingly unrestrained as she slammed her hand on the table:
“Alright, I’ll give you a chance today. If you lose, you’ll have to call me ‘Grandma’ whenever you see me!”
“What nonsense is this? Isn’t this a bit chaotic?”
Li Mo felt a bit lost.
He and Mr. Song were like brothers, and if Old Song lost, he’d have to call his master ‘Grandma.’
Oh, wait, let’s just drop the ‘if.’
How would that work in the future? His master would call him her precious disciple, and he’d call her ‘Great-Grandma’? And they’d both be drinking his wine? So he’d be the one losing out, right?
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