Qingyi Will Definitely Become a Very, Very Powerful Sword Immortal

The next morning.

Xiao Mo headed to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect's Scripture Library to see if there was any way to improve Jiang Qingyi's physical condition.

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

She might even give up on cultivation entirely before long, her heart growing cold and despondent.

In the Scripture Library, Xiao Mo actually found a book.

This book was called the Heaven Continuation Art.

It discussed how one could break and then rebuild after having their Root Bone destroyed.

Jiang Qingyi's Sword Bone being extracted counted as a form of Root Bone destruction.

But the Heaven Continuation Art came with a price.

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

But Xiao Mo didn't care.

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

The higher Jiang Qingyi's realm, the richer the rewards he would receive.

He exchanged his contribution points for this book, then, following the prescription within, went to the Medicine Hall to gather some herbs before returning to his mountain peak.

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

"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called out.

"Master!"

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

Xiao Mo patted her head. "Qingyi, your master found a book in the Scripture Library today. I'll decoct a dose of medicine for you according to its method, and then help clear your meridians. It'll be good for 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 picked up her wooden sword and continued practicing.

After Xiao Mo finished decocting a dose of medicine, he called her over and had her drink it.

The moment Jiang Qingyi took her first sip, the young girl's brows knitted tightly. She felt so nauseous she nearly threw up, clutching at her collar.

"Is it very bitter?"

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

It really was bitter.

Extremely bitter.

Even just a tiny bit made Xiao Mo's tongue feel numb.

"I'll go buy you some candy," 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 threw up several times, she forced herself to endure, swallowing desperately.

"Master, Qingyi finished it all."

Jiang Qingyi wiped her mouth, revealing a bright smile. Not a single drop remained in the bowl.

Looking at her smile, Xiao Mo felt a pang of sympathy in his heart.

Though she was only fourteen, she was truly strong-willed.

Perhaps she was afraid that if her cultivation never progressed, he would expel her from the sect and send her back to that precarious, uncertain life.

Little did she know, if he hadn't transplanted her Sword Bone, she would now be a holy maiden of some sect, a female sword immortal renowned throughout the world, an existence revered by millions.

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

"Okay, Master."

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

Xiao Mo silently recited the incantation in his mind, channeling Spiritual Energy into Jiang Qingyi's body.

"Mmm."

Jiang Qingyi straightened her back, feeling a warm sensation throughout her body.

Moreover, her master's Spiritual Energy rampaged through her body, as if something inside was about to be broken through.

Sweat beaded on Jiang Qingyi's forehead.

Xiao Mo's face turned pale, his Life Essence draining away without pause.

This was the price of using the Heaven Continuation Art to help Jiang Qingyi break and rebuild—Xiao Mo's lifespan.

"Phew."

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

"Master, I—"

Jiang Qingyi slowly opened her eyes. She could clearly sense the Spiritual Energy flowing within her body, and even her limbs felt much lighter.

"Congratulations. You've reached Qi Refining Layer One." Xiao Mo smiled.

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

But soon, the smile faded from the young girl's face, replaced by deep concern. "Master, your complexion looks terrible."

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

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Mo walked out of the room. The young girl picked up her wooden sword and began practicing the Grass Character Sword Art her master had taught her.

Though Jiang Qingyi had only just reached Qi Refining Layer One, every single move and stance she made was already laced with a sharp, piercing sword intent.

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

She truly had talent.

The final thrust of the Grass Character Sword Art's first form.

A falling leaf was split cleanly in two by Jiang Qingyi's strike. Not far away, a small hole was punched through a tree trunk, bark flying in all directions.

"Excellent." Xiao Mo walked over and gently patted her head. "You haven't let me down."

Jiang Qingyi hugged her wooden sword, looking up at Xiao Mo from below. "It's because of you, Master, that Qingyi can cultivate. Qingyi will never let your hard work go to waste."

Just as Xiao Mo was about to offer another word of encouragement, streaks of meteors shot across the night sky.

Jiang Qingyi followed her master's gaze to the sky. The brilliant meteors lit up the young girl's eyes. "Master, what is this? It's so beautiful."

"These are called shooting stars." Xiao Mo placed his hand on her head. "Qingyi, make a wish."

"A wish?" Jiang Qingyi tilted her head in confusion.

"Mm." Xiao Mo looked at the meteors streaking across the sky. "Back in my hometown, there's a saying—if you make a wish upon a shooting star, your wish will come true."

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

A few minutes later, she 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?"

"And what was Qingyi's wish?" Xiao Mo asked in return.

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

Xiao Mo paused for a moment, then smiled. "The wish I made was that, fifty years from now, Qingyi would become a truly formidable sword immortal."

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked blankly.

"Master."

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

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

Myriad Sword Sect.

A woman stood in the courtyard, lifting her head to gaze at the vast, boundless starry sky.

The woman had sword-like brows and starry eyes, her figure tall and graceful.

Compared to her peerless beauty, what left a deeper impression on the world was her identity as the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect—the number one sword immortal in the world.

"Sect Master, the night is deep." A maidservant walked up to the woman.

"Xiayue."

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

"I've heard that if you make a wish upon a shooting star, your wish will come true. Do you believe that?"