Chapter 3: Qing Yi Will Definitely Become a Very, Very Powerful Sword Immortal

Early the next morning.

Xiao Mo headed to the Longquan Sword Sect’s library to see if there was any way to improve Jiang Qingyi’s physical condition.

Otherwise, if things continued this way, there was no telling what level Jiang Qingyi’s cultivation would reach in fifty years.

She might even become disheartened and give up on cultivation entirely before long.

In the library, Xiao Mo actually found a book.

The book was titled *The Art of Renewing Heaven*.

It detailed how one could break and then rebuild after their foundation had been destroyed.

Jiang Qingyi’s sword bone having been extracted also fell under the category of a destroyed foundation.

However, *The Art of Renewing Heaven* came with a price.

For the vast majority of people, this price was far too expensive.

But to Xiao Mo, it didn’t matter.

After all, he was only experiencing this life for fifty years.

The higher Jiang Qingyi’s cultivation level, the more generous the rewards he would receive.

He exchanged his contribution points for the book, followed the medicinal formula within to gather some herbs from the pharmacy, and then returned to the mountain peak.

In front of the courtyard, the fourteen-year-old girl was still practicing the sword techniques her master had taught her.

"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called out.

"Master!"

Hearing her master’s voice, Jiang Qingyi stopped, ran up to Xiao Mo, and looked at him with bright, shining eyes.

Xiao Mo patted her head. "Qingyi, I found a book in the library today. Later, I’ll brew a dose of medicine according to the methods inside and help you clear your meridians; it will be beneficial for your cultivation."

"Really? Thank you, Master," Jiang Qingyi said happily.

Xiao Mo smiled. "Go back to practicing for now; I’ll call you in a bit."

"Alright, Master." Jiang Qingyi continued practicing with her wooden sword.

After Xiao Mo finished brewing the medicine, he called her over and had her drink it.

When Jiang Qingyi took the first sip, the young girl’s brows furrowed tightly, and she clutched her collar, looking as if she were about to vomit from the bitterness.

"Is it very bitter?"

Xiao Mo dipped a chopstick into it and put it in his mouth.

It was indeed bitter.

Extremely bitter.

Even with just a tiny bit, Xiao Mo felt his tongue going numb.

"I’ll go buy you some sugar," Xiao Mo said, standing up.

"No need, Master, I can drink it." Jiang Qingyi took the medicine bowl from her master’s hands and gulped it down, mouthful after mouthful.

Even though she nearly vomited several times, she forced herself to endure it, swallowing it down with all her might.

"Master... Qingyi has finished it."

Jiang Qingyi wiped her mouth and revealed a brilliant smile; there wasn't a single drop left in the bowl.

Looking at her smile, Xiao Mo felt a pang of heartache.

Although she was only fourteen, she was truly strong.

Perhaps she was afraid that if her cultivation never made progress, I would expel her from the sect, and she would return to that precarious life.

Little did she know, if I hadn't transplanted her sword bone...

She would currently be the saintess of some sect, a world-renowned female sword immortal, a figure revered by millions.

Xiao Mo patted her head. "Qingyi, sit cross-legged. I will clear your spiritual meridians for you."

"Alright, Master."

Jiang Qingyi nodded and sat obediently in front of Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo silently recited the incantation, channeling his spiritual power into Jiang Qingyi’s body.

"Mmm..."

Jiang Qingyi straightened her back, feeling her body grow warm.

Moreover, her master’s spiritual power was surging through her body, as if something was about to be unblocked.

Beads of hot sweat appeared on Jiang Qingyi’s forehead.

Xiao Mo’s face turned pale; his life essence was constantly draining away.

This was the price of using *The Art of Renewing Heaven* to help Jiang Qingyi break and rebuild—Xiao Mo’s lifespan.

"Hoo."

An hour later, Xiao Mo finished the technique, his back already soaked with sweat.

"Master... I..."

Jiang Qingyi slowly opened her eyes. She could clearly feel the spiritual power circulating within her, and her body felt much lighter.

"Congratulations, you have reached the first level of Qi Refining," Xiao Mo smiled.

"Thank you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi was incredibly happy.

But soon, the smile on the girl’s face vanished, replaced by worry: "Master, your complexion is so poor..."

"It’s nothing," Xiao Mo shook his head. "Just a little tired. Come, let’s go out; you continue practicing the sword technique I taught you."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Mo walked out of the house, and the girl picked up her wooden sword, practicing the *Grass Sword Art* her master had taught her.

Although Jiang Qingyi had only reached the first level of Qi Refining, every move and stance she made began to carry a sharp sword intent.

And the moment she gripped the long sword, her almond eyes beneath her sword-like brows were clear and resolute.

In truth, she was truly gifted.

She thrust out the final strike of the first form of the *Grass Sword Art*.

A falling leaf was sliced in two by Jiang Qingyi, and a small hole was pierced into a nearby tree, sending bark flying.

"Very good." Xiao Mo walked up and gently patted her head. "You truly did not disappoint me."

Jiang Qingyi hugged her wooden sword and looked up at Xiao Mo. "It is because of Master that Qingyi can cultivate. Qingyi will definitely not let Master’s hard work go to waste."

Just as Xiao Mo was about to encourage Jiang Qingyi further, streaks of meteors streaked across the night sky.

Jiang Qingyi followed her master’s gaze to the sky, the brilliant meteors making the girl’s eyes light up. "Master, what is that? It’s so beautiful."

"That is called a meteor," Xiao Mo said, placing his hand on her head. "Qingyi, make a wish."

"Make a wish?" Jiang Qingyi tilted her head in confusion.

"Yes," Xiao Mo looked at the meteors in the sky. "In my hometown, there is a saying: if you make a wish upon a meteor, it will come true."

"Really? Then Qingyi wants to make a wish." The girl quickly pressed her palms together and silently made her wish in her heart.

A few minutes later, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at her master beside her. "Master, did you make a wish too?"

"I did."

"What was Master’s wish?"

"What was Qingyi’s wish?" Xiao Mo asked in return.

"Qingyi hopes that Master’s wish comes true."

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "The wish I made was that in fifty years, Qingyi will become a very, very powerful sword immortal."

"Eh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked blankly.

"Master..."

Jiang Qingyi gently tugged at the corner of Xiao Mo’s robe.

"Qingyi will definitely work hard! I will definitely become a very, very powerful sword immortal!"

Wanjian Sect.

A woman stood in the courtyard, looking up at the vast, infinite starry sky.

The woman had sword-like brows and star-like eyes, with a slender figure.

Compared to her world-toppling beauty, what left a deeper impression on the world was her status as the Sect Master of the Wanjian Sect and the world’s number one sword immortal.

"Sect Master, it is late," a maidservant walked to the woman’s side.

"Xia Yue."

The woman watched the streaks of meteors crossing the sky and spoke slowly.

"I heard that if you make a wish upon a meteor, it will come true. Do you believe it?"