What would Jiang Qingyi think if she knew everything?

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed within the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Originally, Jiang Qingyi was a cultivator who couldn't even break through to the Qi Condensation Realm.

But now, Jiang Qingyi had reached the Golden Core Realm.

It only took her fourteen years to go from Qi Condensation to Golden Core. Such talent was second to none in the entire world.

Jiang Qingyi is now an deacon at the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Once Jiang Qingyi reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, she can become an elder of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

In reality, the Dragon Spring Sword Sect is a major sect.

Otherwise.

Throughout the entire world, cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm are already capable of founding their own sects.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

On the sickbed, Xiao Mo coughed incessantly.

Xiao Mo's face was pale, and his complexion was extremely poor, looking as if he didn't have much time left to live.

After Jiang Qingyi broke through to the Golden Core Realm, Xiao Mo no longer needed to use his own lifespan as a price to use the Heaven Continuation Art on Jiang Qingyi.

However, over the past ten years, every use of the Heaven Continuation Art had taken a significant toll on Xiao Mo.

And as Jiang Qingyi's realm increased, the more frequently Xiao Mo used the Heaven Continuation Art on her, the more his lifespan was reduced each time.

By now, Xiao Mo felt his remaining lifespan might not even be thirty years.

Even if he lived another thirty years from now, plus the previous fourteen years.

The total would not exceed forty-five years.

He still hadn't reached the "fifty years" limit set by the Book of a Hundred Lives.

But if you were to ask if Xiao Mo regretted it?

That was absolutely impossible.

If given another choice, Xiao Mo would still do the same.

Without the Heaven Continuation Art, let alone becoming the world's top sword genius, Qingyi might not even have been able to embark on the path of cultivation at all.

What Xiao Mo was fortunate about was that after every cultivation session, he used a spell to forcibly conceal his poor complexion.

Coupled with his occasional mission assignments.

Every time he returned from a mission, Xiao Mo would deliberately remove the concealing spell, making his complexion look very bad.

Otherwise, if Jiang Qingyi knew the truth.

Without even thinking about it, she would never allow him to use the Heaven Continuation Art on her again, even if it meant death.

She would even blame herself immensely, which would ultimately affect her Dao heart.

Then he would truly have accomplished nothing.

Now, Xiao Mo had only one last thing left to do.

His current body still possessed a sliver of combat power; after all, he was at the Nascent Soul Realm, and could continue to protect Jiang Qingyi's path.

Once Qingyi entered the Nascent Soul Realm, he could finally do this last thing.

"I only hope Qingyi won't blame me then," Xiao Mo murmured to himself, leaning on the bed.

But as soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

At that time, even if Qingyi blamed him, so what?

This was supposed to be an experience of life, and Qingyi was originally a non-existent person.

Once he left the Book of a Hundred Lives, this "world" would completely end.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mo did feel a sense of reluctance.

After all, the time spent living in the Book of a Hundred Lives was real.

Over more than ten years, he and Qingyi had been together day and night, and had already established a bond like that of family.

"Sigh, I've gotten too invested in this role. Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Xiao Mo coughed a few more times, each one more severe than the last.

Xiao Mo quickly grabbed the handkerchief from the bedside table to cover his mouth.

The handkerchief was stained with bright red blood.

"Master."

When Jiang Qingyi entered with the medicine, she saw her Master coughing violently and rushed over.

"Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Qingyi placed the medicine on the bedside table, knelt by the bed, and looked at her Master with concern.

For years, Master's health has been declining.

After I reached the Golden Core Realm, Master's life flame became like a candle in the wind, as if it would extinguish at any moment.

Jiang Qingyi didn't know the reason why.

Master said he injured his foundation while on an outside mission.

At first, Jiang Qingyi truly believed that.

Because every time Master returned, his face was extremely pale, and he would go to the Medical Hall for treatment.

But gradually, Jiang Qingyi started to feel that something was off.

Because no matter what kind of mission Master went on, even minor ones, he would always encounter some powerful being who would injure him.

Even if Master had bad luck, it shouldn't be this bad, right?

"I'm fine, don't worry." Xiao Mo secretly moved the handkerchief away.

But Jiang Qingyi still saw the bloodstains on it.

The young girl tightly pursed her thin lips.

"Master, I'll help you drink your medicine." Jiang Qingyi picked up the medicine bowl.

"No need, your Master isn't without hands. I can do it myself." Xiao Mo tried to take the bowl, but Jiang Qingyi refused.

"Master, you just need to lie down. Do you remember after the New Blood Martial Arts Competition? I was injured, and you fed me medicine every day. Now that Master isn't feeling well, it's only natural for Qingyi to feed you medicine."

"Alright." Seeing Jiang Qingyi's determined expression, Xiao Mo didn't refuse anymore.

After the medicine was finished, Jiang Qingyi helped Xiao Mo lie down slowly. "Master, please rest well. Don't worry, you will be alright."

"Don't worry, your Master isn't going to die anytime soon. Besides, I haven't even seen you find a reliable Dao companion yet." Xiao Mo said with a smile.

"Master, please stop joking. I don't need a Dao companion or anything."

Jiang Qingyi gave her Master a playful glare, tucked him in, and then carried the medicine bowl out.

As soon as Jiang Qingyi closed the door, her beautiful eyes furrowed. She placed the medicine bowl on the stone table in the courtyard and flew directly to the Medical Hall!

Shortly after Jiang Qingyi left, there was a knock on Xiao Mo's door.

"Is there something wrong, Qingyi?" Xiao Mo asked.

The door opened, and a woman walked out.

Seeing this woman, Xiao Mo's eyes widened in surprise, and a hint of killing intent flashed.

Xiao Mo knew who she was.

She was from the Xiao Royal Mansion in Liang Kingdom.

To be precise, she was Xiao Mo's sword attendant.

From the time Xiao Mo could remember, she had been with him, growing up together.

When Xiao Mo left the Xiao Royal Mansion and severed ties with them, he had intended to bring this sword attendant who grew up with him.

But she refused.

After that, Xiao Mo finally understood.

She wasn't his sword attendant, but the sword attendant of the "son of the Prince."

"Xia Chan, why are you here?"

Xiao Mo frowned, his tone extremely displeased.

This wasn't because she hadn't left with him over ten years ago.

He could understand her choice.

Xiao Mo was so wary of her, even hostile, entirely because Xia Chan, someone loyal only to the Xiao Royal Mansion, had appeared here.

Perhaps the Xiao Royal Mansion was planning some action against him.

"Young Master, long time no see."

Xia Chan stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Mo.

Xia Chan was still the same as before; her words and actions were devoid of any warmth.

Ever since Xiao Mo knew her, she had been this cold.

It was as if nothing could stir her emotions.

"Don't beat around the bush. I'm no longer the Crown Prince of the Xiao Royal Mansion. Speak directly. What did my father send you here for?" Xiao Mo said coldly.

Xia Chan didn't answer Xiao Mo's question directly but retorted, "Young Master, do you know how much effort and cost the Prince spent to find an Innate Sword Bone for you?

It was the Prince who made you a Sword Cultivator with extraordinary talent. You were able to reach the Nascent Soul Realm at eighteen entirely because the Prince transplanted that Sword Bone into you."

Xiao Mo sneered, "Then do you know that if I had known I was transplanting someone else's Sword Bone, and moreover, the Sword Bone of a four-year-old girl, I would have rather remained an ordinary person for my entire life!

Do you also know that that little girl almost died because she lost her Sword Bone!

And in your eyes, transplanting an Innate Sword Bone to me, was it for my own good, or for my father's ambition?"

"Go ask him!"

"Young Master is still the same," Xia Chan shook her head and sighed, "Young Master is good at everything, except he inherited the Princess Consort's kindness. The Princess Consort was good at everything, except she taught you to be too soft."

As soon as Xia Chan finished speaking, a sword energy grazed her face.

A strand of hair was neatly cut and slowly drifted to the ground.

Xia Chan's fair cheek was cut by a thin, long wound, and blood seeped out.

Xiao Mo looked at Xia Chan coldly, "This sword is because we grew up together. If you say anything bad about my mother again, the next sword energy will sever your neck!"

"What is it? Say it and get lost!" Xiao Mo had lost his patience.

Even though Xiao Mo knew he was experiencing life, he possessed all the memories of the "Xiao Mo" of this world.

The "Xiao Mo" of this world's mother was Xiao Mo's mother.

Although Xiao Mo's mother had passed away when he was seven, Xiao Mo would always remember his mother's gentleness and teachings.

He absolutely would not allow anyone to speak ill of his mother.

Xia Chan ignored her wound and calmly looked at Xiao Mo, slowly saying, "Three years after you left, Young Master, a younger brother was born to you. Unlike the Sword Bone you transplanted, the Second Young Master was born with Double Pupils. Double Pupils are no less than a Sword Bone. As long as there are no accidents, he can at least reach the Immortal Realm in the future, or even the Ascension Realm! And the Xiao Royal Mansion's hegemony will last forever! The Liang Kingdom's royal family will be the Prince's puppets for generations!"

"Hehehehe." Xiao Mo chuckled, "My father sent you to find me, just to say these things?"

Xiao Mo naturally understood his father's intentions. In this world, emperors had to bear immense karma. If a cultivator with great achievements became an emperor, they would be entangled by karma, making it difficult to advance their realm, and might even die due to karma. As for an ordinary person who became emperor, their cultivation would be extremely difficult. Even with extraordinary talent, they could at most cultivate to the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, finding it hard to reach Foundation Establishment, and their lifespan would only be thirty to forty years longer than ordinary people. His father wanted both power and to avoid karma, so he controlled the government and made the current Liang Kingdom's royal family puppet emperors. However, their actions would surely cause dissatisfaction in the court. At such times, they needed a powerful force for deterrence. The previous "force" was Xiao Mo. The current "force" was his half-brother. Although Xiao Mo had never met his brother, he felt pity for him.

"Naturally not." Xia Chan shook her head.

"It seems Young Master still doesn't understand my meaning. It's true that when Young Master left, the Prince did have some regrets because he needed you. At first, the Prince did consider calling you back. But Young Master kept refusing, which gradually disappointed the Prince. Until the Second Young Master was born. Young Master was completely abandoned by the Prince. You have no relationship with the Xiao Royal Mansion. Originally, I wouldn't have come to find you. But what you've done these past few years has made the Prince pay attention to you again. The Prince didn't expect that the young girl from back then was actually alive. Even more so, the Prince didn't expect that you actually found her, and even taught her to cultivate."

"..." Xiao Mo frowned, "How long have you been monitoring me?"

"Since you left the Royal Mansion and entered the Dragon Spring Sword Sect," Xia Chan answered calmly.

"Young Master might not know, but the Sect Master of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect is actually a good friend of the Prince and they have common interests. Every move you make in the Dragon Spring Sword Sect is within the Prince's sight. Just as this servant said before. After the Second Young Master was born, if you had behaved yourself, or if Jiang Qingyi was unable to cultivate, the Prince would not have bothered to pay attention to you anymore. But you, disregarding your own Great Dao and lifespan, used a technique like the Heaven Continuation Art on Jiang Qingyi. Unexpectedly, it actually succeeded. Jiang Qingyi can not only cultivate, but her talent is also terrifying. In just fifteen or sixteen years, Jiang Qingyi has reached the Golden Core Realm!"

At this point, the Prince can no longer stand idly by."

"What do you intend to do?" Xiao Mo clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

"You are aware of what we intend to do, Young Master. The Second Young Master's future is limitless; if nothing unexpected happens, he can at least reach the Immortal Realm, or even the Ascension Realm.

But this is all based on 'nothing unexpected happening.'

And Jiang Qingyi is that unexpected factor for the Second Young Master."

"You fear her revenge, so you want to kill her?"

Xiao Mo chuckled.

"Can you even do it? The highest-level cultivator in the Xiao Royal Mansion right now is that frail old guest elder, isn't he? Or are you expecting the Dragon Spring Sword Sect Master to intervene?

But they are both in the Jade Realm, aren't they?

Don't forget.

Although I am in the late Nascent Soul Realm, my Sword Bone is enough for me to kill enemies across realms.

Do they dare to make a move?"

"You are mistaken, Young Master. They don't need to make a move."

Xia Chan shook her head.

"Young Master, what do you think would happen if Jiang Qingyi knew you possessed her Sword Bone?

And that for this Sword Bone, your father killed her parents.

If Jiang Qingyi knew everything, how would she feel?"