The Scourge of the City of Ning

After a moment, Mu Qingxin's eyes slowly opened. She saw that the simple clothes on her body were already tattered, and her mouth was numb. Even the clothes she was wearing were taken off. Her heart pounded.

She hurriedly looked around and happened to see Fu Qinghe, Mu Qingxin, and the three of them cultivating by the fire.

Mu Qingxin hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked in front of them, asking, "Did you save me?"

Actually, she was thinking that her clothes were deliberately torn. If it were Fu Ling, she wouldn't mind, but if it were a man, she would immediately want to die.

At this moment, she couldn't help but look at Fu Qinghe with some trepidation.

Since Mu Qingxin and Fu Qinghe could sense the spiritual energy of the sword, it was natural that Mu Qingxin, who was also a sword cultivator, would also feel grateful.

"Everyone has their own sword cultivation, but..."

"It's just that I haven't met anyone like you in the Starry Sky Royal Palace."

"You can say it is, or you can say it isn't, but one thing is certain, whether I appear or not, you can't help but be unable to protect yourself, and your injuries are also something you have to bear."

Fu Qinghe opened his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

Mu Qingxin's face showed a look of doubt. Mu Qingxin had saved her?

"Both Mingguan and the others wanted her life."

"Unexpectedly, they would be the ones to save her instead."

"This is really unpredictable."

"If you wanted to kill me, no matter how strong your spiritual power was, you couldn't save my life. Now you're not just suffering some flesh and blood injuries. With the false power of the demon, you'll die in three to five days."

Fu Qinghe said, and then closed his eyes again, continuing to cultivate.

"Understood, the situation is clear, and Mu Qingxin fell silent. Seeing that Fu Qinghe no longer spoke, she could only hesitate for a moment, find a place to sit down, and continue cultivating, pretending to be injured.

It was just that Fu Ling had been a little surprised when he opened his eyes at that time. He said that besides Fu Qinghe, he had never seen any other woman besides Mu Qinghe who was as good as her.

Thinking about it, Fu Ling's gaze towards Mu Qinghe and Ling Boyuan was also a little different.

It turned out that the other party was actually because of Fu Qinghe's saving grace.

The two of them looked at each other.

In the next few days, she would take down Little Fu's name.

"Everyone has their own destiny."

Fu Ling decided to investigate thoroughly.

"Feelings are personal."

She didn't want to see Fu Qinghe become like her father, falling into the embrace of other women.

After a while, the sky had darkened. Fu Qinghe, the three of them, came out of the cultivation cave and opened their eyes.

He took out the body-cleansing elixir and the miscellaneous liquid from his storage bag and began to use them for healing.

Fu Qinghe also gave Mu Qingxin a tattered piece of clothing. Mu Qingxin did not refuse. She silently put it on.

Fu Ling was considered a person with good character. He saw that Fu Qinghe and Mu Qingxin also looked at each other. He hesitated for a moment and said, "This esteemed young lady, since you are here, let us introduce ourselves to each other. The one who spoke to you yesterday was Fu Qinghe, a sword cultivator of the twelfth level, who mastered the offensive sword technique of the thirty-first level. The other is his disciple Ling Boyuan, a sword cultivator of the eighteenth level, who mastered the offensive sword technique of the twenty-first level. As for me, Yan Lingling, a sword cultivator of the nineteenth level, who mastered the control technique of the demonic realm. You can be like Ling Boyuan, calling me sister, or like Little Fu, calling me sister."

Seeing Fu Qinghe and Fu Ling's cultivation and age, Mu Qingxin was shocked. Fu Ling, at the forty-seventh level, was already very old, much older than her sister. And the sword cultivation was also a poisonous technique that grew stronger with each level.

Fu Qinghe was even more shocked. He was only at the twelfth level, which was less than half her age. But he had already reached the thirty-first level. It was not that the other party could reach the eleventh level or even the tenth level, and he had already reached the demonic realm. How did the other party cultivate?

Even if he cultivated all day, he couldn't reach this level.

There was also that sword cultivation, which not only could fight against sword cultivators, but was originally a kind of mysterious sword technique.

Now, he really didn't know if he could defeat the other party.

As for Ling Boyuan, Mu Qingxin was also slightly surprised.

She took a deep breath and said, "Mu Qingxin, sword cultivation is the seventh level, the twenty-second level of the offensive sword technique of the demonic realm."

"Twelfth level, twenty-second level. Sister Mu Qingxin, your talent is truly good. What are your plans next? My Little Fu and I are determined to enter the Royal Palace of the Heavenly Court, and after two and a half years, we will enter the elite class of the Royal Palace of the Heavenly Court. What about you?"

Fu Ling said, and also looked at Mu Qingxin, as if he was planning to leave Mu Qingxin.

However, Mu Qingxin's reply made her even more speechless. "I plan to go to the Ancient Dragon Imperial College."

"Ancient Dragon Imperial College? I haven't heard of it," Fu Ling asked in disbelief.

During the three years that Fu Qinghe and she were in love, Fu Qinghe had spent a lot of time with her at the Imperial College.

Her gaze swept over the Imperial Academy, a flicker of resentment flashing in her eyes.

"We're strangers, but I'm quite familiar with it. This academy that accepts disciples is called the Imperial Academy, and it's also known as the Academy of Cultivation."

"The recruitment requirements are harsh: disciples must be under thirteen years old and have a spiritual power of at least twenty-five strands to qualify. The entire Great Xia Dynasty can't produce a second one like it."

"The educational resources are poor, and the old man in charge is a snob who judges people by their background. If you have influence, he'll fawn over you; if you don't, he won't care if you live or die. Recruiting disciples is just a formality for the academy's higher-ups. My being accepted is a testament to my talent, not my background."

"As for the Imperial Academy's requirements, it's twenty strands of spiritual power, and the cultivation technique is at the fourth level, which was obtained by stealing from another person's spiritual roots."

"Since the Imperial Academy was founded, it has accepted fifty to sixty disciples. Each of them was a genius of the Great Xia Dynasty. Those who can enter the academy's ranks have at least seventy to eighty strands of spiritual power. Even then, only a dozen or so people have survived. The other forty-odd people died during the process of stealing spiritual roots."