Free Web NovelSeveral days passed in a flash.
During this time, Xiao Li's routine was quite regular.
Mornings were dedicated to Master's combat lessons; he still couldn't withstand Shang Wu's 'intent', but the time he endured grew longer and longer, even developing a 'sixth sense' in the midst of it all.
This made his Dual Cultivation at night even more proficient. frёewebnoѵēl.com
This was reflected in his control over his Inner Breath, ensuring he didn't burden his Dual Cultivation partner, the Ice Cube, too much.
Li Mo discovered that now, with the two of them cultivating "Phoenix Cries Heavenly Marsh" together, their progress could only be described as miraculous.
Originally, even if he could achieve the unity of Heaven and Man, he still needed to constantly absorb the essence of Heaven and Earth and transform it into his own Qi.
But with the Ice Cube, this process was more than ten times faster.
The unity of Heaven and Man, Spirit Pills and rare treasures, Master's beatings, plus Dual Cultivation with the Ice Cube.
Uh... did something strange get mixed in?
In short, his speed in the Inner Breath Condensation Realm could only be described as riding a rocket.
However, there was also some bad news.
He had made an incorrect estimate at first.
The Dantian's capacity was too strong, with the meaning of accommodating all rivers, and he originally thought it would take ten days to eight months to condense Qi into liquid, but now it seemed it would take more effort.
Xiao Li wasn't in a hurry, though.
After all, the process of cultivation was quite wonderful...
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【Golden Crow Blood】: "A bird, the essence of Yang, containing a trace of the sun's power from the Golden Crow."
Inside the World Seed.
Jiang Chulong held a branch in her left hand and another in her right, the sound of them being swung echoing endlessly.
Yuanshi Tianzun took out a crystal bottle with a flip of his palm.
Inside were a few drops of light golden liquid; to call them liquid wasn't entirely accurate, as they didn't merge but burned distinctly, emitting a beautiful, bean-sized flame.
This was the result of Li Mo and the Ice Cube's Dual Cultivation over the past few days.
"Teacher... this little bean... it's so warm."
Jiang Chulong squatted beside him, hugging her knees, the firelight flickering and dancing in her eyes.
"This is Golden Crow Blood."
Yuanshi Tianzun chuckled, as if it were an ordinary thing to him.
"Golden Crow? Teacher, you... you even have... this?"
Jiang Chulong's small mouth opened in surprise.
"Have you seen this before?"
"I... I've seen something... something similar."
Jiang Chulong stammered as she recounted what she had seen.
Before, no one played with her, so she would sometimes sneak out of the cold palace, and once she snuck out quite far.
"There were... there were many small... small plaques there..."
"And... the Grand Ancestor's... statue..."
"There was a... three-legged crow... pecking at Grand Ancestor's statue..."
Li Mo realized she was talking about the ancestral hall.
After listening for a while, he generally understood what Princess Xiao Jiang had seen and heard.
She went to the ancestral hall and saw a black three-legged bird pecking at the statue of Grand Ancestor Martial Emperor.
When the three-legged black bird was caught and killed, the blood it spilled was somewhat similar to the Golden Crow Blood in his palm.
"That one should not have been a true Golden Crow, but rather had a trace of its Bloodline."
"A true Golden Crow is an existence that can transform into a great sun."
Li Mo said with a smile.
Jiang Chulong nodded thoughtfully, then asked with some confusion:
"But... but the sun... isn't that Grandfather Martial Emperor?"
This question hit Xiao Li's blind spot.
Historical records indeed clearly stated that Grand Ancestor Martial Emperor transformed into the sun, but whether this was true or false, who could say for sure?
However, Princess Xiao Jiang didn't dwell on this question for too long.
"Teacher, this... this is for you."
Jiang Chulong took out a sachet from her bosom.
The fabric was surprisingly good; though it had no embroidery, it was neatly sewn.
She stammered, her fingers intertwined, not daring to look at her teacher's expression.
"I... I made it myself."
"You can do this?"
Yuanshi Tianzun was surprised.
"Yes... yes... I learned from the palace maids."
"Where did you find the fabric?"
"I... I bought it."
Seeing that her teacher seemed to like it, Jiang Chulong breathed a sigh of relief, and her speech became a bit more fluent:
"Recently, I've been picking up a lot of things... knives, swords, and the like... every day in a fixed... place."
"Hmm?"
Yuanshi Tianzun was puzzled.
You can pick up knives and swords on the street, and they automatically refresh?
But after Princess Xiao Jiang recounted her experiences of the past few days, he finally realized.
The Wu Jian Trial had begun.
Every day, Jianghu wanderers fought each other.
Some who valued martial ethics would choose a scenic spot for a duel.
Our Princess Xiao Jiang would quietly wait for them to finish fighting, then come out to clean up the battlefield.
She would also dig a pit to bury the defeated, allowing the deceased to rest in peace.
Li Mo: "..."
Looting corpses?
He never expected Princess Xiao Jiang's hobby of picking up trash to evolve like this...
"No... is it not allowed?"
"Safety first."
Li Mo thought for a moment and finally taught her a martial art for concealing her presence.
"Oh, right, Teacher... when will Li Dage return?"
This was Jiang Chulong's constant thought, a question she asked every day before leaving.
"Today."
Yuanshi Tianzun gave a definite answer.
The sect was sending Disciples and Elders down the mountain to prevent major chaos in Ziyang Prefecture Fu City.
He had known for a long time that as one of the top few in the martial arts competition, he would be stationed in the Fu City, and then Master would also follow; as an Elder, she would naturally be in charge.
Speaking of which...
It should be time, right?
Why hadn't Master sent any word?
.....
"Huh? Go to Ziyang Prefecture Fu City?"
Facing the inquiry from her Baby Disciple.
Shang Wu, lying on the reclining chair, had a blank look in her apricot eyes.
She took down her small gourd, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then scratched her shoulders, which were like pink clouds, as she remembered:
"There really was such a thing."
"We should have set off two days ago."
Li Mo: "..."
So, you forgot, did you?
After some inquiries, he learned.
Lao Xiao had already set off early, probably waiting at the agreed location for two days already.
And so.
Li Mo, along with the Ice Cube, pulled Master along, and got into the carriage going down the mountain.
.....
An evening without a sunset.
In an inn a hundred miles from Ziyang Prefecture Fu City.
The rain was very heavy today, pattering against the eaves, and the pervasive mist made everything outside a blur.
With the torrential rain, the inn's business actually improved, with clinking cups and a constant din of human voices.
"Did I set off too early?"
"But I've been waiting for two days..."
A figure in a bamboo hat, a young man with a broken greatsword on his back, sat in a corner eating, occasionally glancing at the entrance.
After thinking about it, Xiao Qin felt it wasn't his problem.
In the past few days, there had been many incidents at the inn, often involving blood, deaths, and extreme brutality.
It was clear that the Wu Jian Trial had already begun.
"Hmph, Wu Jian Trial."
At this moment, an aged voice sounded in his ear:
"I hate those notorious rats the most, like dog-skin plasters, infiltrating everywhere."
"If it weren't for being targeted by two Earth Fiend assassins, I wouldn't have..."
Martial Venerable Qianxing clearly had no good feelings for Rain Listening Pavilion.
"Teacher, what kind of existence is Rain Listening Pavilion, after all?"
Xiao Qin couldn't help but be curious.
Even Teacher was forced into such a predicament?
"In Rain Listening Pavilion, the highest are the Thirty-Six Heavenly Assassins, who report directly to the Pavilion Master, and there are also Seventy-Two Earth Fiends, Three Hundred Sixty Human Butchers, and countless unranked assassins."
"Heh heh, none of those fellows who caused a commotion these past two days are truly qualified to enter the Pavilion."
"Those qualified to enter Rain Listening Pavilion would never be reckless men who duel in broad daylight; they are a bunch of profit-driven, unscrupulous vipers."
"Rain Listening Pavilion is an existence that even dares to assassinate royalty."
"Give them money, and they will do things for you."
Martial Venerable Qianxing had a deep impression of Rain Listening Pavilion.
Xiao Qin pondered and asked:
"Do their assassinations ever fail?"
"Failure means you didn't give enough money; they'll ask you to pay more."
"....."
In a way, Rain Listening Pavilion was quite persistent.
Xiao Qin couldn't help but feel a sense of respectful distance towards Rain Listening Pavilion, which only recognized money.
He still preferred to deal with gentlemen like Brother Li...
At this moment.
A figure broke through the rain and stepped into the inn.
The bustling inn immediately fell into a deathly silence.
The man was extremely thin, with a short knife strapped to his waist, and as he stood there, the ground gradually turned red.
What dripped from his body was not rainwater, but blood.
Clang--
Watched by everyone, he walked straight to Xiao Qin and sat down opposite him.
"Brother, is it alright if I sit here?"
Saying that, he asked the waiter for a bowl of beef noodles.
"Please, make yourself at home."
Xiao Qin's expression was grim.
Master said this person was not simple...
"Guest, here are your beef noodles, as you requested, without green onions."
The waiter ran over with a beaming smile.
The man narrowed his eyes but didn't pick up his chopsticks, only grinned and said:
"But... I don't eat beef."
This sentence.
Broke the tense atmosphere of impending storm, and the Killing Intent finally erupted.
Woo--
The waiter, who had been smiling moments ago, flicked the towel on his shoulder, and from it, a shower of fine needles, like a storm of pear blossoms, shot out.
And in the inn, the sound of swords being drawn from their scabbards rang out.
"Zuoqiu Yang, today is your day to die!"
The diners, the shopkeeper, including the stableman, all, without exception, rushed forward with Killing Intent.
Xiao Qin: "?"
So, that person sat here because...
The entire inn, only he wasn't an assassin?
Quite sudden, indeed.
