"Brother Li, if you do this, your performance at the Hidden Dragon Assembly might be even worse than if you didn't have the Celestial Sword," Xie Xuan shook his head and said.
The weapons for the Hidden Dragon Assembly are all provided by the Weapon Forging Assembly.
The Celestial Sword was indeed forged by Master Du at the Hidden Dragon Assembly decades ago, which meets the regulations.
However, the appearance of a divine weapon at the Hidden Dragon Assembly is simply too overpowered.
The court even had a discussion about it. Some ministers said that divine weapons must not appear at the Hidden Dragon Assembly as it violates fairness.
Another group of ministers argued that being recognized by a divine weapon is part of one's talent. "His Royal Highness can use the Six - Directions and Eight - Wilderness Seal. Can you say that His Highness has no talent?"
Finally, the two sides reached an agreement.
Let divine weapons fight against divine weapons. Only when the owners of divine weapons face each other can they use the divine weapons for a match.
For example, only when Li Mo competes with Xie Xuan can he use the Celestial Sword.
Li Mo nodded. "It doesn't matter. If I can't win with the sword, I'll fight again with the hammer."
"....." Xie Xuan fell silent.
At this time, Ying Bing put down the teacup and said softly,
"Li Mo has indeed grasped 30% of the sword charm in the Celestial Sword."
"Thirty percent?"
Xie Xuan looked at Li Mo, who was smiling. Suddenly, he felt that the upturned corner of the mouth of the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer seemed to be saying,
'No way, does anyone really think I have poor talent in swordsmanship?'
"Is it true?"
Old Xie could hardly believe it.
He had come into contact with the Celestial Sword. During the previous Hidden Dragon Assembly, he went to Celestial City once. When he touched the hilt of the sword, he felt an extremely vast sword charm.
Even with his aptitude, he didn't know if he could learn 20% or 30% of it in his lifetime.
But Ying Bing had no reason to lie.
"Have you learned all the swordsmanship of the chivalrous path?"
Du Wufeng was stunned, and his expression froze.
"Master, do you mean the swordsmanship of the ordinary chivalrous?"
"Yes... yes..."
Du Wufeng frowned and stared at Li Mo seriously, as if he was getting to know him all over again.
"What's wrong?"
Li Mo felt a little uneasy under the old man's gaze.
Du Wufeng was silent for a long time and said,
"The Celestial Sword has been forged by me three times. The first time, when the sword was initially completed and became a famous weapon, the broken weapons used in its forging all belonged to well - known chivalrous men in the world. So what I forged into it was the heroic spirit of chivalry."
"The second time, after Su Jun returned from her journey around the world, at this time, she was conferred the title of Sword Armour by the court and had to go to the court every day. When I forged the sword for her again, I forged into it the boldness and the spirit of a scholar."
"For the last time..."
Speaking of this, Du Wufeng paused. Since it involved the private affairs of the royal family, he chose to skip it.
"For the last time, I got a broken weapon that contained the aura of an emperor. Only then did this sword finally become a divine weapon."
Li Mo nodded.
So after the swordsmanship of governing the world, is there the swordsmanship of an emperor?
Du Wufeng's words were not finished yet. His eyes suddenly lit up.
"I have a hunch that during these days in Celestial City, its spirituality has been increasing. In the future... it can be forged again! But I might not be able to do it."
"Do you think I can do it in the future?"
"You kid, you're always lacking confidence in what you're really good at."
With that said, Du Wufeng and Xie Xuan took their leave.
In the room, only Li Mo and Ying Bing were left.
"Little Ice Cube, teach me for a while longer."
"Um..."
"After the teaching, we can dual - cultivate. We can't neglect the cultivation of our realms. I'll also help you relax by the way."
"Then... change my silk stockings for me?"
Li Mo, a young gentleman, was stunned. He just simply wanted to thank Teacher Ice Block, and didn't think about so many things at all.
Well, those were things he would naturally think about later...
But it seemed that Ying Bing had anticipated it.
Ying Bing looked at him with a distant look in her eyes. What's wrong with this childish guy recently? It seemed that he was even more...
So do all boys grow up from being childish and then try to realize all the ideas in their heads one by one?
...
Early one morning several days later.
In front of the Cloud-Stepping Tower, there was a grand and bustling scene.
Today was the Hidden Dragon Conference. Not only the prodigies from all over the world had come, but also their teachers, and other high-ranking sects just coming to watch the excitement, making the broad street extremely lively.
There were more stalls on the street, selling all kinds of miscellaneous things.
"The latest issue of 'The Overbearing Empress Falls in Love with Me'!"
"Do you want to support your favorite prodigy in the Hidden Dragon Conference? Do you want to cheer for him? We have all kinds of cheering items here."
"Buy for over a thousand taels of silver, and we'll give you a hairpin just like the one worn by the Cold Fairy!"
"What Hidden Dragon Conference. It might as well be called the Hidden Dragon Shopping Festival."
Li Mo was in the lobby of the Cloud-Stepping Tower, looking at the bustling market outside.
"Brother Li, we'll go to our master's place first." The Three Heroes of Hengyun had their last free breakfast and then went to see Elder Zeng.
"My master and the others have also come."
Following Murong Xiao's gaze, Li Mo quickly covered his eyes. His titanium alloy dog eyes were almost blinded.
In the crowd, there were many bald heads...
There were also some familiar faces, including the monks he had met in the Southern Border, Divine Monk Huaikong, and a certain Blue Luan clan chief beside him.
Murong Xiao quietly stuffed some delicious snacks into his monk robe.
Just as he was about to run back, Li Mo asked again:
"Brother Murong, how's your understanding of that divine will?"
The Jade Phoenix God contained the divine wills of all races, but they were all from relatively powerful races. To Li Mo's surprise, it actually included that of the Sea Cucumber Clan.
He didn't know why it was recorded there. Could it be because... they were delicious?
Anyway, he had let Murong Xiao take a look at it.
"Now, even ten or eight opponents with similar rankings to mine may not be able to defeat me." Murong Xiao was very proud.
"Good, full of spirit!"
Li Mo just complimented him first.
Just after Murong Xiao left, another person appeared in front of him.
"Yo yo yo, long time no see."
Shang Qinqing's eyes moved down and saw that her Blue Luan Goddess was holding Li Mo's hand with her right hand and clutching Li Mo's big-headed doll with her left hand. She thought she had really come at the right time.
I wonder... how far have they progressed?
"Clan chief, why are you here?"
Ying Bing ignored Shang Qinqing's gaze.
"Everyone else has their elders with them. How can our Cold Fairy not have an elder to back her up?" Shang Qinqing spat out a melon seed shell and said with a smile.
So.
The group set off.
Li Mo, the lucky husband with fighting spirit, walked hand in hand with his Cold Fairy on the main road leading from the Cloud-Stepping Tower to the inner city. He felt as if he was enjoying the beautiful scenery of the capital all at once.
Ying Bing's eyes, with a strange light shining in her clear and quiet pupils, were fixed on the stalls beside the road. Since she went shopping with Li Mo in Qinghe County and learned how to bargain, she had always been quite interested in these small commodities.
But most people were actually looking at her instead.
As they were walking, Li Mo suddenly found that Ying Bing couldn't move forward and was standing still.
"Hey, boss, what's cheering about?" Shang Qinqing asked.
"Just to cheer for the prodigy on the Hidden Dragon Ranking that you support. Look at this," the stall owner pointed at the hat on his head.
There were clearly written words on it: "Ying Bing, Ying Bing, the number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking! Fairy, fly fearlessly, Ice Fans will always be with you."
"?"
Li Mo found that apart from the hat, there were also small flags, banners, and even... a puppet big-head doll in the shape of an ice block!
Which business genius came up with these small commodities?
"Boss, do you have any for the Little Overlord with the Divine Hammer?"
"I'll look for it. There are more items related to Fairy Han, and they sell better. Do you want to consider joining Fairy Han's fan club?" The stall owner buried his head and rummaged for a long time before he finally looked up.
Then he leaned back slightly.

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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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?"

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.”