Qingyi will never throw it away!

After Xiao Mo publicly declared his intention to pursue immortality, even after his illness had healed, he could openly continue being a shut-in who never left his house.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, under the guise of entering meditation for cultivation, Xiao Mo's consciousness sank into the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Every five days, Xiao Mo used the Heaven Continuation Art to help Jiang Qingyi regulate her breathing and unblock her spiritual meridians.

Moreover, Xiao Mo spent his own contribution points to purchase various precious medicinal herbs, and following the prescriptions written in the Heaven Continuation Art, he personally brewed medicine for Jiang Qingyi to drink.

As for Xiao Mo's lifespan.

Xiao Mo didn't care.

The price of the Heaven Continuation Art was "Xiao Mo's" lifespan—what did that have to do with him, Xiao Mo?

After all, he only had fifty years to experience this life anyway.

Given his current physical condition, he could at least hold out for seventy years.

That was more than enough time.

Under Xiao Mo's care, Jiang Qingyi improved rapidly.

From Qi Refining Layer One to Qi Cultivation Layer 2, Jiang Qingyi took only a month.

Although some geniuses could go from Qi Refining Layer One to Qi Cultivation Level 4, or even Qi Cultivation Level 5, in a single month.

Compared to those prodigies, Jiang Qingyi's talent was indeed unremarkable.

But Xiao Mo was already satisfied.

It was good enough that Jiang Qingyi could cultivate at all—why ask for more?

Before he knew it, several more days had passed in the real world.

Xiao Mo was immersed in cultivation every day, ignoring state affairs with a completely laid-back attitude, and he wouldn't listen even when his ministers submitted remonstrances.

Anyway, aside from eating, Xiao Mo spent all his time in the Book of a Hundred Lives teaching his disciple.

In the blink of an eye, a total of ten months had passed within the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Over this nearly year-long period, Jiang Qingyi had grown quickly in height.

She was only fifteen years old, yet she was already approaching one meter sixty.

But that made sense.

This period was exactly when a girl's body develops and grows.

And after coming to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Jiang Qingyi never had to worry about food or clothing. She could eat her fill every day, had meat with every meal, and her nutrition gradually caught up—naturally, she grew faster.

At this point, Jiang Qingyi had blossomed like a willow sprouting in spring.

She gave off a strong feeling of "a neighbor's daughter has grown up."

She looked like a young woman now.

Another ten days passed.

On this morning, as Jiang Qingyi withdrew her sword stance, the aura radiating from her body rose another level.

"Not bad," Xiao Mo praised the young girl.

His disciple had stepped into Qi Cultivation Level 7.

Hearing her master's voice, Jiang Qingyi turned around and ran over cheerfully: "Master, you're awake."

"The sun's already burning your backside, how could your master not be awake?" Xiao Mo chuckled, gently patting Jiang Qingyi's head. "Qingyi, your cultivation speed is getting faster and faster. It seems your hard work hasn't been in vain."

"It's all because Master teaches so well."

"It's the result of your own efforts... cough, cough, cough, cough..." Xiao Mo coughed violently.

"Master, are you alright?" Jiang Qingyi looked at her master with concern.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mo waved his hand. "I just made a mistake while practicing recently and strained my body a little. I'll be fine after recuperating for a while."

"Really?" Jiang Qingyi asked worriedly.

This was the first time she had seen her master fall ill.

"Of course it's true." Xiao Mo changed the subject. "There's less than three months left until the New Blood Martial Arts Competition. Are you ready?"

"Reporting to Master, your disciple is ready. I definitely won't let you down!" Jiang Qingyi said seriously.

"Just do your best and leave no regrets."

With that, Xiao Mo took a sword case out of his Storage Bag and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"Master, what's this?" Jiang Qingyi asked curiously.

"This is a gift from me. Open it and take a look."

Jiang Qingyi opened the box.

Inside lay a long sword.

"What a beautiful sword."

Jiang Qingyi gasped.

The longsword was carved from frost, its blade translucent, with lotus patterns etched into it.

"This sword is called Mystic Frost, a Fourth-Grade Magic Tool. Not especially precious, but it is quite beautiful, and it suits you. How about it? Do you like it?"

"Mhm! I love it!" Jiang Qingyi nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Master. Qingyi will take good care of this sword!"

Xiao Mo smiled. "It's just a Fourth-Grade Magic Tool, only a little pretty. Once your cultivation realm is higher, you'll discard it."

"No, Master!" Qingyi hugged the sword case tightly and shook her head firmly. "Qingyi will keep it safe forever. I will never throw it away!"

Myriad Sword Sect.

As the foremost sword sect under Myriad Laws Under Heaven.

Any disciple who could enter the Myriad Sword Sect possessed no low talent in cultivation.

Even an outer disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect would have the talent of an inner disciple in any other sect.

And today was the grand ceremony for all newly admitted disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect—the New Blood Martial Arts Competition!

The New Blood Martial Arts Competition originated from a sect that had long since vanished—the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Compared to the old Dragon Spring Sword Sect, the Myriad Sword Sect's New Blood Martial Arts Competition had no difference in rules; both adopted the format of drawing lots for matches.

The top three of the New Blood Martial Arts Competition would receive generous rewards, including but not limited to cultivation techniques and magic tools.

Moreover, the champion of each New Blood Martial Arts Competition would receive a magic treasure gifted by the Sect Master.

For instance, this time, the Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master had produced a First-Grade Magic Tool as the prize!

This filled every disciple with motivation.

Early this morning, all disciples participating in the New Blood Martial Arts Competition, along with various elders and peak masters, gathered on a small plain.

On the first day of every New Blood Martial Arts Competition, the Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master would appear in person to announce the start of the competition.

Thus, every young disciple eagerly awaited the Sect Master's arrival.

The Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master was far too legendary.

To all sword cultivators under heaven, the Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master was akin to a deity.

And the Myriad Sword Sect's Sect Master was usually elusive, rarely seen even by the sect's high-ranking members.

Therefore, for many, this was one of the few opportunities in their lifetime to behold the Sect Master.

Just as Chen time arrived.

A sword shadow streaked across the sky, landing straight at the forefront of the plain.

A woman stood atop the high platform, a gentle breeze brushing her long robe.

At her waist hung a longsword, white and translucent, as if forged from mystic ice.

"Is that sword the Sect Master carries our Myriad Sword Sect's Immortal Sword Bai Xia?" a female disciple on the plain asked her friend beside her.

"No, the Sect Master rarely uses Bai Xia. That sword is called Mystic Frost, just a Fourth-Grade Magic Tool," the friend explained.

"A Fourth-Grade Magic Tool?" The female disciple was taken aback. "What's so special about this Fourth-Grade Magic Tool? How can a Fourth-Grade Magic Tool match the Sect Master's status?"

"I wouldn't know about that."

The friend also shook her head.

"Perhaps this Fourth-Grade Magic Tool holds some special meaning for the Sect Master."