Qingyi Would Surely Become an Incredibly, Incredibly Powerful Sword Immortal

Early the next morning.

Xiao Mo headed to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect's Scripture Library to see if he could find a way to improve Jiang Qingyi's physical condition.

Otherwise, if things continued like this, forget about what level Jiang Qingyi might reach fifty years from now.

She might even lose heart and give up cultivating before long.

At the Scripture Library, Xiao Mo really did find a book.

The book was called Heaven Continuation Art.

It explained how a person could rise from the ashes after their Root Bone had been destroyed.

Jiang Qingyi's Sword Bone had been extracted, which also counted as having her Root Bone destroyed.

But Heaven Continuation Art came at a cost.

For the vast majority of people, that price was far too steep.

But Xiao Mo didn't think it mattered.

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

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

He used his contribution points to exchange for the book, then followed its prescription to fetch some herbs from the Medicine Hall before returning to the peak.

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

"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called.

"Master!"

At the sound of her master's voice, Jiang Qingyi stopped and ran over to him, her eyes shining as she looked up at him.

Xiao Mo patted her head. "Qingyi, I found a book in the Scripture Library today. In a little while, I'll brew you a dose of medicine according to its instructions, then help open up your meridians. It'll help with your cultivation."

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

Xiao Mo smiled. "Go practice for now. I'll call you when it's ready."

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

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

When Jiang Qingyi took her first sip, her brows knit tight. She looked so nauseated that she almost threw up, clutching at her collar.

"Is it bitter?"

Xiao Mo dipped a chopstick into the medicine and tasted it.

It was bitter.

Incredibly bitter.

Even that tiny taste made Xiao Mo's tongue go numb.

"I'll go buy you some candy," Xiao Mo said, getting to his feet.

"No need, Master. I can drink it." Jiang Qingyi took the bowl from her master and gulped it down, one mouthful after another.

Though she nearly threw up several times, Jiang Qingyi forced herself to hold it in and swallowed with all her might.

"Master, Qingyi's finished."

Jiang Qingyi wiped her mouth and beamed. Not a drop remained in the bowl.

Seeing her smile, Xiao Mo felt a pang of heartache.

She was only fourteen, yet she was so strong.

Perhaps she was afraid that, with no progress in her cultivation, I would expel her from the sect, forcing her back to that precarious life.

Little did she know that, if I hadn't transplanted her Sword Bone, she would by now be the Saintess of some sect, a Sword Immortal renowned throughout the world, someone millions revered.

Xiao Mo patted her head. "Qingyi, sit cross-legged. I'll guide your Spiritual Meridians."

"Okay, Master."

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

Xiao Mo silently recited the incantation and sent Spiritual Energy into Jiang Qingyi's body.

"Mmm..."

Jiang Qingyi straightened her back, feeling warmth spread through her body.

Her master's Spiritual Energy surged through her, as if something inside her was about to be unblocked.

Sweat beaded on Jiang Qingyi's forehead.

Xiao Mo's face went pale as his Life Essence steadily drained away.

That was the price of using Heaven Continuation Art to help Jiang Qingyi rise from the ashes—Xiao Mo's lifespan.

"Whew."

An hour later, Xiao Mo finished the technique, sweat soaking through his back.

"Master, I..."

Jiang Qingyi slowly opened her eyes. She could clearly feel Spiritual Energy flowing through her body, and she seemed to feel much lighter, too.

"Congratulations. You've reached Qi Refining Layer One," Xiao Mo said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi was overjoyed.

But soon the smile vanished from the girl's face, replaced by worry. "Master, you look so pale."

"It's nothing." Xiao Mo shook his head. "I'm just a little tired. Come on, let's go outside. You can practice the sword art I taught you."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Mo walked out of the room. The girl picked up her wooden sword and practiced the Grass Character Sword Art he had taught her.

Though Jiang Qingyi had only reached Qi Refining Layer One, every move she made now carried a fierce Sword Intent.

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

She really was talented.

She thrust out the final sword of the first form of the Grass Character Sword Art.

A falling leaf was split in two by Jiang Qingyi's thrust. A short distance away, a small hole had been punched through a tree, sending bark flying.

"Very good." Xiao Mo stepped forward and gently patted her head. "You didn't disappoint me."

Clutching her wooden sword, Jiang Qingyi gazed up at Xiao Mo. "It's because of you, Master, that Qingyi can cultivate. I'll never let all your hard work go to waste."

Just as Xiao Mo was about to offer Jiang Qingyi some more encouragement, streaks of meteors cut across the night sky.

Following her master's gaze, Jiang Qingyi looked up. The brilliant meteors lit up the girl's eyes. "Master, what are those? They're so beautiful."

"They're called shooting stars." Xiao Mo rested a hand on her head. "Qingyi, make a wish."

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

"Mm." Xiao Mo watched the shooting stars overhead. "Back in my hometown, there's a saying: if you make a wish on a shooting star, it'll come true."

"Really? Then Qingyi will make a wish." The girl quickly pressed her palms together and silently made her wish.

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

"I did."

"What was your wish, Master?"

"What was your wish, Qingyi?" Xiao Mo asked in return.

"Qingyi hopes the wish you made comes true, Master."

Xiao Mo froze for a moment, then smiled. "My wish was that fifty years from now, Qingyi would become an incredibly, incredibly powerful Sword Immortal."

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked at him in a daze.

"Master..."

Jiang Qingyi gently tugged at Xiao Mo's sleeve.

"Qingyi will work hard! I'll definitely become an incredibly, incredibly powerful Sword Immortal!"

Myriad Sword Sect.

A woman stood in the courtyard, her head raised as she gazed into the boundless starry sky.

She had swordlike brows and bright eyes, and a tall, slender figure.

More than her peerless beauty, what left the deepest impression on the world was her status as the Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master—the greatest Sword Immortal of the age.

"Sect Master, it's late," a maid said, walking up beside her.

"Xiayue..."

The woman watched the shooting stars streak across the sky and slowly spoke.

"I've heard that if you make a wish on a shooting star, it'll come true. Do you believe that?"