Mo Xiaoning collapsed onto the ground, looking as though his parents had just died. Pointing at Yun Wei, he said, "You... you're bullying me! You're even stronger than Yun Mu. Get someone else... right, Miss Gu!"
Yun Wei looked sympathetic, while Gu Fei snickered and entered the arena with her sword.
But what made Mo Xiaoning feel the cruelty of life was that he lost this match too, defeated beneath the raging tempest of the Furious Immortal Sword Art. When a sea of swords came surging from every direction, he had already turned and fled, shouting, "I can't fight!" and "I wasn't ready!" The boy looked utterly pathetic even while running away. There was indeed no way to have a proper spar with him.
After rolling and crawling behind me, Mo Xiaoning had no other choice. He clung tightly to me and shouted, "Yun Mu, how about this? Get that worldly expert to modify my cultivation method again. I'm cultivating the Longevity Art, right? Have her alter my meridians, enlarge my chest, and remove that thing down below. Make my face a little smaller, my mouth a little smaller, and turn me into a woman. If possible, make me just a tiny bit prettier than Miss Gu—that would be even better! Then you wouldn't brush me off anymore! At the very least, you could pass down some peerless sword techniques to me. Surely things wouldn't be this miserable, right?"
Gu Fei covered her mouth, laughing without daring to make a sound. Yun Wei's face flushed red as she said, "Senior Brother Mo, how could you be so useless?"
"He's always like this. He can make people laugh to death every time. There's no way he'd actually turn into a woman." Gu Fei's whole body trembled with laughter, her beauty utterly