"What's wrong?"
Li Mo was puzzled.
When he looked at Jiang Chulong's slightly raised face, he saw her pale eyes blurred by tears.
Was she crying?
Had she suddenly remembered something sad?
Yet the corners of her slightly pale lips curled upward, and that faint smile seemed brighter than sunlight.
She stood there timidly, like a little white flower just blooming, greeting its first drop of dew.
Young Li wanted to sketch her, but it felt a bit inappropriate...
"I... I'm just... happy..."
Jiang Chulong clumsily wiped her tears away.
"As long as you're happy."
Li Mo sighed in relief and smiled. "If you like it, give it a try."
"Mm!"
Jiang Chulong nodded vigorously.
As the peach blossom branch entered her hand, it emitted a soft resonance, as if delighted to have found a new master.
No sword gleam, no sword aura.
She simply and humbly began practicing everything she had learned, starting from the most basic intermediate sword techniques and progressing onward.
From time to time, she would timidly glance back at Big Brother Li.
"It’s been a while, but Chulong has grown so strong."
"If she went to the Martial Arts Summit, even the swordsmen of Hengyun Sword City would be stunned."
Li Mo clapped enthusiastically, as if seeing Jiang Chulong wield a sword for the first time.
Primordial Heavenly Lord? Who’s that?
Never heard of him.
"Big Brother Li... are you... going on a journey?"
Jiang Chulong froze for a moment, yet even in her daze, she flawlessly executed an advanced sword technique.
"Yeah."
"Too bad you’re only in the Inner Breath Realm. Most of the warriors there will likely be at the Observing Divinity level."
"But if you pass the sword trial, you can come with me."
Li Mo recalled that Hengyun Sword City didn’t forbid ordinary martial artists from participating.
It’s just that, for most, going would be a wasted trip.
Even the Qingyuan Sect only sent the most outstanding disciples from each peak—everyone else would gain nothing from attending.
"With... Big Brother Li?"
Jiang Chulong’s pupils trembled. She bit her lip, and her small hand gripping the peach blossom branch tightened slightly.
"Since we're at the beach, we can’t be without these..."
With that, Li Mo pulled out two bottles of cola and a few popsicles.
He popped open a cola and was about to take a sip when the Chixiao sword at his waist trembled faintly.
It seemed unable to contain its excitement, as if yearning to fly somewhere...
Li Mo blinked in surprise and looked up.
Not far away, on what should have been a beach, he now faintly saw a peach blossom grove materializing out of thin air, growing wildly in an instant until it became breathtakingly beautiful.
Her figure seemed to overlap with another presence—the swordsman who had once plucked the peach blossom branch and turned it into a famed weapon.
The lingering will within the famed weapon had manifested because of Jiang Chulong.
The green-robed swordsman stood there, his brow faintly furrowed with melancholy. Yet upon seeing Jiang Chulong and Li Mo, he gave a slight nod, as if finally at peace.
A brilliant light erupted.
At the same time, a notification echoed in Li Mo’s ears:
[Congratulations, Host. You have invested in ‘Jiang Chulong’—the Jade Sword Peach Blossom Branch—assisting her in comprehending the Spring Breeze Sword Intent and elevating the "Wild Grass Sword Scripture" to an advanced martial art.]
[You have unclaimed investment rewards.]
Li Mo stared blankly, not even bothering to check the rewards.
What the—
My little Princess Jiang...
She actually comprehended sword intent from a famed weapon?
Is there no justice? No rules?!
He had thought that after reaching the Observing Divinity Realm, his understanding of martial techniques would become meticulous, and his sword talent would have improved somewhat.
But he still couldn’t fathom how Jiang Chulong had done it.
Even an ice block couldn’t manage this, right?
Before long, the sword intent dissipated.
Jiang Chulong hugged the peach blossom branch, lowering her head nervously as she asked:
"Big Brother Li... can I... go with you now?"
Li Mo: "..."
Well, sure.
If we ignore how many swordsmen in Hengyun Sword City might have their Dao hearts shattered.
"Yeah, you can." Li Mo said.
Jiang Chulong giggled shyly, bashful from the praise:
"Chulong... won’t... embarrass Big Brother Li..."
"I have no doubt about that."
Little Li, who had spent centuries on martial insights without grasping sword intent, nodded solemnly.
Embarrass him?
If not for his thick skin, he’d be burying his face in the sand by now!
The word "believe" struck Jiang Chulong like a hammer.
Her head spun dizzily—nothing like the clarity of sword comprehension.
Fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, unsure how to respond, she was interrupted when—
"Here."
A popsicle was handed to her.
"I made it myself. Try it." Li Mo settled into a lounge chair.
Jiang Chulong took a bite, only to shiver from the cold, squeezing her eyes shut.
So sweet... but so freezing...
Too scared to bite again, she resorted to kitten-like licks instead.
And so, the two sat by the shore, bathed in the salty sea breeze, sheltered from the sun’s heat under an umbrella, enjoying cold treats and cola.
Jiang Chulong was in bliss.
This was the happiest day of her life. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up...
"Big Brother Li... is amazing."
"He can... make things like this."
"Not like me... who can’t... do anything."
"..."
After a brief silence, Li Mo suddenly spoke with utmost seriousness:
"Chulong, promise me one thing."
"I promise!"
"But I haven’t said what it is yet."
"What... is it?"
Looking at the innocent, adorably earnest Princess Jiang, Li Mo cleared his throat:
"If you ever surpass me in swordsmanship... you still have to let me pat your head."
Well, for all he knew, "ever" might already be "now."
......
After spending a night in the World Seed and arranging for Princess Jiang to meet him upon his descent, Li Mo finally returned to Autumn Water Pavilion.
"Oh right, I still haven’t claimed the rewards."
"Wonder what it is..."
Only now did Li Mo have the time to check the system logs.
[Investment Reward: "Nine Swords of Dugu"]
["Nine Swords of Dugu": Created by Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, its principles are derived from the "Book of Changes," encompassing the myriad phenomena of the world. This martial art has no fixed grade—it evolves with one’s martial comprehension, ultimately reaching the pinnacle where skill approaches the Dao.]
"!!"
Li Mo jolted awake.
Even those who’d never read wuxia novels knew of this!
It was legendary.
Moreover, the path of "skill approaching the Dao" was one he had been treading blindly.
This martial art directly illuminated the essence of that path—undoubtedly a guiding beacon for his swordsmanship!
"Claim, claim!"
Little Li rubbed his hands excitedly.
As before, there was no manual.
The moment he accepted it, the knowledge of the sword art flooded his mind.
......
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
