Chapter 5: Qing Yi Will Never Throw It Away in Her Entire Life!

After Xiao Mo announced to the outside world that he was going to cultivate immortality, even after he recovered from his illness, he could openly continue to be a shut-in who never stepped out of his house.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Xiao Mo used the excuse of entering a meditative state for cultivation to project his consciousness into the Hundred Generations Book.

Every five days, Xiao Mo would use the Heaven-Continuing Art to help Jiang Qingyi regulate her breathing and clear her spiritual meridians.

Furthermore, Xiao Mo used his own contribution points to purchase various precious medicinal herbs, following the prescriptions written in the Heaven-Continuing Art to personally brew medicine for Jiang Qingyi to drink.

As for Xiao Mo’s own lifespan?

Xiao Mo did not care.

The price of the Heaven-Continuing Art was the lifespan of "Xiao Mo," so what did that have to do with me, Xiao Mo?

In any case, he was only here to experience life for fifty years.

Based on his current physical condition, he could last at least seventy years.

That was enough time.

Under Xiao Mo’s guidance, Jiang Qingyi made rapid progress.

It took Jiang Qingyi only one month to advance from the first level of Qi Refining to the second level.

Although some geniuses could go from the first level to the fourth or even fifth level of Qi Refining in a month, compared to those geniuses, Jiang Qingyi’s talent was indeed nothing to write home about.

But Xiao Mo was already satisfied.

It was good enough that Jiang Qingyi could cultivate at all; what more could he ask for?

Without realizing it, several more days passed in the real world.

Xiao Mo was addicted to cultivating immortality every day, ignoring state affairs and acting as if he had given up on everything. Even when his ministers submitted remonstrances, Xiao Mo wouldn't listen.

In any case, other than eating, Xiao Mo spent his time entering the Hundred Generations Book to teach his disciple.

In the blink of an eye, a total of ten months had passed within the Hundred Generations Book.

During this nearly one-year period, Jiang Qingyi’s height grew rapidly.

At only fifteen years old, she was already nearly 1.6 meters tall.

Well, that was to be expected.

This period was exactly when a young girl’s body was developing.

Moreover, after arriving at the Longquan Sword Sect, Jiang Qingyi didn't have to worry about food or clothing. She could eat her fill every day, with meat at every meal, and as her nutrition gradually caught up, she naturally grew faster.

At this moment, Jiang Qingyi was growing like a willow shoot.

There was quite a sense of "a girl next door has just come of age."

She looked like a young woman now.

Ten days later.

On this morning, as Jiang Qingyi withdrew her sword stance, the aura emanating from her body rose to another level.

"Not bad."

Xiao Mo praised the young girl.

His own disciple had already stepped into the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Hearing her master’s voice, Jiang Qingyi turned her head and ran over happily: "Master, you’re awake."

"The sun is already high in the sky; it’s about time your master woke up." Xiao Mo smiled and gently patted Jiang Qingyi’s head. "Qingyi, your cultivation speed is getting faster and faster. It seems your hard work has not been in vain."

"It’s all thanks to Master’s good teaching."

"It is the result of your own hard work... *cough, cough, cough, cough*..." Xiao Mo began to cough violently.

"Master, are you alright?" Jiang Qingyi looked at her master with concern.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mo waved his hand. "It’s just that I had a slight mishap during my practice recently and injured my body a little. I’ll be fine after resting for a while."

"Really?" Jiang Qingyi asked worriedly.

This was the first time she had ever seen her master fall ill.

"Of course it’s true." Xiao Mo changed the subject. "There are less than three months left until the New Blood Tournament. Are you ready?"

"Replying to Master, this disciple is ready. I will definitely not bring shame to you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi said earnestly.

"Perform well, just make sure you have no regrets."

As he spoke, Xiao Mo took a sword case out of his storage bag and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"Master, what is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked curiously.

"This is a gift for you. Open it and see."

Jiang Qingyi opened the box.

Lying inside was a long sword.

"What a beautiful sword."

Jiang Qingyi exclaimed.

The long sword was carved from frost; the blade was translucent, and lotus patterns were engraved upon it.

"This sword is named Xuanshuang. It is a fourth-grade magical artifact. It’s not particularly precious, but it is quite beautiful and suits you well. How about it, do you like it?"

"Mm! I love it!" Jiang Qingyi nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Master! Qingyi will definitely take good care of this sword!"

Xiao Mo smiled: "It’s just a fourth-grade magical artifact, nothing more than good-looking. Once your cultivation level is higher in the future, you’ll discard it."

"I won't, Master!" Qingyi held the sword case tightly and shook her head firmly. "Qingyi will definitely keep it safe; I will never throw it away for as long as I live!"

...

Wan Jian Sect.

As the number one sword sect in the Myriad Laws World, the disciples who could enter the Wan Jian Sect all possessed high cultivation talent.

Even an outer disciple of the Wan Jian Sect would be considered to have the talent of an inner disciple if they were in other sects.

And today was the grand festival for all the new disciples of the Wan Jian Sect—the New Blood Tournament!

The New Blood Tournament originated from a sect that had long since disappeared—the Longquan Sword Sect.

Compared to the old Longquan Sword Sect, the rules of the Wan Jian Sect’s New Blood Tournament were no different; they all used a lottery-based dueling format.

The top three in the New Blood Tournament would receive generous rewards, including but not limited to cultivation techniques and magical artifacts.

In fact, the winner of every New Blood Tournament would receive a magical treasure gifted by the Sect Master.

For instance, this time, the Wan Jian Sect Sect Master had brought out a first-grade magical artifact as a prize!

This filled every disciple with motivation.

Early this morning, all the disciples participating in the New Blood Tournament, as well as the various elders and peak masters, gathered on a small plain.

On the first day of every New Blood Tournament, the Wan Jian Sect Sect Master would appear to announce the start of the tournament.

Therefore, every young disciple was craning their necks, waiting for the Sect Master to appear.

The Wan Jian Sect Sect Master was truly too legendary.

For sword cultivators all over the world, the Sect Master of the Wan Jian Sect was an existence akin to a god.

And the Wan Jian Sect Sect Master was usually elusive, rarely seen even by the high-ranking members within the sect.

Therefore, for many, this was one of the few opportunities in their lives to see the Sect Master.

The hour of Chen had just arrived.

A sword shadow streaked across the sky and landed straight at the front of the plain.

The woman stood upon the high platform, a gentle breeze blowing her long dress.

At the woman’s waist hung a white, translucent long sword that looked as if it had been forged from mysterious ice.

"Is that sword the Sect Master is wearing our Wan Jian Sect’s immortal sword, Baixia?" On the plain, a female disciple asked her friend.

"No, the Sect Master rarely uses Baixia. That sword is called Xuanshuang; it’s just a fourth-grade magical artifact," her friend explained.

"A fourth-grade magical artifact?" The female disciple was stunned for a moment. "Is there something special about this fourth-grade magical artifact? How could a fourth-grade magical artifact be worthy of the Sect Master’s status?"

"I’m not sure about that."

Her friend also shook her head.

"Perhaps this fourth-grade magical artifact holds some special significance to the Sect Master."