A Blade of Grass, Cutting Through the Sun, Moon, and Stars Li Mo: "What Has She Comprehended Now"

Just as the "Ice Block" (Ying Bing) was utterly confident of her invincibility...

Inside the room,

Li Mo finished refining the notes he had just transcribed, adding his own conclusions to the end.

Gazing at the paper, four words echoed in his mind:

"Skill Approaching the Dao."

"For others, this might be a dead-end path with no finish line."

The night breeze was gentle, making the candlelight flicker in Li Mo's pupils.

Having spent so much time with Princess Jiang Chulong and the "Ice Block," he knew deeply:

Those blessed by destiny possessed peerless talent, walking paths far from ordinary.

The ordinary path was far too long.

Yet for someone like him—a "commoner"—it was the only way forward.

The difference?

Thanks to his martial insights, he could rocket down this ordinary path at breakneck speed.

"From now on, any spare martial insights will go into swordsmanship."

Thoughts surged in Li Mo's mind.

Hammer techniques would naturally remain his primary focus—no question there.

After that came movement techniques, mental cultivation, and body tempering.

Only after mastering these to the peak of his current realm would he consider swordsmanship.

After all, the two destiny-blessed women around him were both once-in-an-era prodigies in swordsmanship.

Not learning from them would be a waste.

Besides, if he remained a novice in swordsmanship, it’d be awkward to interact with them.

"Speaking of martial insights... how much do I have now?"

Li Mo checked his reserves:

Martial Insights: 71 years.

For hammer techniques—plenty.

For swordsmanship—far too little.

A bittersweet realization.

After some deliberation, Li Mo decided: "Time to cash in rewards first."

Investing in Princess Jiang Chulong and his earlier debate with Ying Bing had both yielded returns.

He wasn’t a swordsmanship genius—just a middleman for truth, skimming a tiny profit along the way...

[Congratulations, Host!]

[For engaging in a debate with 'Ying Bing' and summarizing her swordsmanship theories.]

[Investment Reward: 60 Years of Martial Insights.]

[Congratulations, Host!]

[For aiding 'Jiang Chulong' in recovering her health and mending her foundation.]

[Investment Reward: A Bottle of 10,000-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk.]

[10,000-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk]:

"A single drop can extend an ordinary person’s lifespan by 20 years, grant immunity to all poisons and ailments, and drastically enhance physical strength. A key ingredient for longevity elixirs and a supreme treasure for refining qi and blood."

The "Ice Block" lived up to her name—

Dropping a full 60 years of martial insights in one go.

In the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, many commoners didn’t even live to see sixty.

Princess Jiang Chulong didn’t disappoint either.

The 10,000-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk was something Li Mo had never heard of.

Perhaps it had appeared in the Eastern Wasteland Domain before, but such treasures rarely made it into public knowledge.

After all, anything that extended life was usually hoarded by its discoverers.

Which of the two was more valuable?

Li Mo figured the system rated them similarly.

Ying Bing’s destiny rank was higher, but their debate had only marginally helped her.

Meanwhile, the elixir he’d invested in had restored Jiang Chulong’s health and foundation.

"10,000-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk...

Just what I needed—my meridian refinement has been slowing to a crawl lately."

Ordinary Earth Vein Spirit Milk barely affected him now.

Li Mo hadn’t expected that after opening 24 meridians, refining new ones would become hellishly difficult.

Even maintaining a state of Heavenly-Man Unity around the clock made progress snail-like.

"If the Mystic Feminine Immortal Body appeared on anyone else, it’d be a curse.

Just reaching the Qi-Blood Realm would take ages."

He uncorked the jade vial, and the pure essence of earth veins wafted out.

To avoid wrecking his room,

He slipped out under cover of darkness, heading to the waterfall near Autumn Water Pavilion.

After digging a small pool and filling it with water, he added a single drop of the spirit milk.

Then he raised the bottle again—

Took a tiny sip.

System rewards were always top-tier.

99.9% pure, ultra-rare goods~

Combining external and internal use—the effects hit him instantly.

"I hope my future achievements in the Internal Breath Realm justify this struggle..."

Li Mo stepped into the pool.

---

The Next Day.

Inside the World Seed.

"The Dao of Swordsmanship can be divided into three realms.

The first is the realm of sword techniques and skills..."

The Primordial Heavenly Lord was lecturing.

Jiang Chulong still wore her tattered clothes, now cleaned, her small face free of dirt.

She sat primly at the table, hands folded, her gray-white eyes sparkling with fascination.

The Heavenly Lord’s teaching style was vivid—

Not just words, but full sensory immersion.

"The second realm is: No sword in hand, yet a sword in heart.

With sword energy in your chest and sword intent in your mind, borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth—

A single blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars!"

His voice resonated with awe-inspiring authority,

Calm yet brimming with boundless dominance.

"A blade of grass... severing the sun, moon, and stars?!"

Jiang Chulong’s lips parted slightly.

Historical records stated that of the three suns in the sky, two were incarnations of the Yu Dynasty’s ancestral emperors, including its founding Martial Emperor.

They were peerless warriors who dominated their eras.

And they... could be annihilated by a mere blade of grass?

This was... beyond her wildest imagination.

"Heh..."

The teacher seemed to notice her doubt and chuckled.

With a casual motion, he plucked a leaf from nowhere, pinching it between his fingers.

A gentle flick—

Infinite sword energy split the heavens.

World-shattering sword intent tore through the galaxy.

Every wisp of it could obliterate all existence.

The sword energy, intent, and momentum burned into Jiang Chulong’s gray-white eyes.

Unbeknownst to even Li Mo,

Something in her heart was growing wildly, like untamed weeds...

"As for the third realm..."

---

An incense stick’s time later,

The Heavenly Lord’s swordsmanship class concluded.

"With your comprehension, I trust you understood everything."

"Mhm! Teacher is amazing..."

Jiang Chulong clapped enthusiastically, her grubby face alight with admiration.

The things she’d vaguely sensed before now had names—sword energy, sword momentum, sword intent.

But... grass severing stars?

She’d never imagined such a possibility!

Yet if the teacher said it was possible, then it must be.

She was just too weak now, her understanding too shallow...

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Ziyang Prefecture City.

Mud Corner Alley.

"A blade of grass severing the sun, moon, and stars!"

The words, brimming with quiet supremacy, lingered in her ears.

Jiang Chulong awoke slowly, the phantom sword intent still swirling in her vision.

She smeared mud back onto her face and wrapped tattered cloth around her eyes.

Picking up a withered branch, she began practicing alone in the courtyard.

She would grow stronger—

For her mother.

To not disappoint her teacher...

Swish—

Her frail arm wielded the gnarled branch with utmost seriousness.

To an outsider, she might look like a little beggar playing pretend.

Yet...

The weeds and leaves in the derelict yard began trembling—

Without a single gust of wind.

Qingyuan Sect.

Li Mo gazed at the martial arts rewards freshly deposited by the system, lost in thought.

"Emmmmmm....."

"What epiphany has she had this time?"

"If I ask her directly, wouldn’t that make me, the Primordial Heavenly Lord, seem a bit... lacking in dignity?"

"Hmm, next time I’ll just say it’s a test."

Once again, Li Mo applauded his own cleverness.

Being the middleman wasn’t easy, after all.

And just like that, Princess Jiang Chulong had another question... three whole pages of them.

As Li Mo scanned the courtyard for any sign of the ice block (Ying Bing),

a woman peeked over the wall of Qiushui Pavilion, cautiously surveying the scene inside.

"Master?"

Who else could it be but Shang Wu?

"My precious disciple, you’re back? Lucky you ran into me first."

"Staying here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Shang Wu’s voice was hushed, her almond-shaped eyes sharp with vigilance.

"Huh?"

Li Mo was utterly confused.

"No time to explain! Little Bing’er has recently become obsessed with cooking!"

"Come with me, now!"

Shang Wu’s tone was deadly serious.

Li Mo: "......"

Care to guess when I got back?

No wonder I haven’t seen Master these past couple of days.

As the saying goes, there’s always someone who can rein in another.

Even our fearless, unruly master has her moments of caution.