Early morning.
After honing his Divine Intent, Little Li finally accepted the fact that even with his help, the Heavenly Human Divine Sword could only unleash one or two tenths of its power, and he received another beating.
He rubbed his temples as he woke up from his bed, picked up the Heavenly Human Divine Sword, and went to the sword arena inside the room.
Releasing his Will Soul, the sword's essence was projected once more from the divine sword.
Meteorological condensation.
"Whose sword will we learn this time...?"
Through the blurry vision, the image appeared.
In the bustling, crowded market, in front of a pork stall, a figure wearing a leather skirt stood out, revealing a smooth, bronze back.
The butcher's knife in his hand was actually Swordsmanship; the pork tenderloin was instantly cut into six pieces, each one perfectly aligned.
At night, the butcher changed into his new clothes, put away his butcher knife, took out his dusty iron sword, and walked to the front of a grand mansion.
This is the residence of the governor of a prefecture.
"Does Your Excellency know that the snow that fell this June was because of you?"
He said loudly.
These words suddenly stirred up Li Mo's memories.
More than forty years ago, the governor of Fengzhou colluded with gangs and was eventually killed by a swordsman. Some people said that the swordsman looked exactly like the butcher selling pork on the street.
Naturally, no one paid any attention to his words; instead, a flash of light appeared as the door opened.
The blade flashed fiercely, whipping up an endless, overwhelming gale that swept across the ground, making the victim feel as if they were caught in a sandstorm in a desert.
"My sword will sweep away all injustice."
The man held his longsword horizontally; the simple, unadorned, rusty sword gradually emitted a dazzling light.
With a single swing of the sword, like a spark igniting in the darkness, the wind fanned the flames, and in an instant, a prairie fire erupted.
Swords clashed, and ordinary longswords were cut in two.
However, before the long knife could strike the pig butcher, the broken sword had already pierced his heart.
The swordsman stood there, stunned, unable to believe that he had been defeated in a single move. He asked:
"What kind of Swordsmanship is this?"
"The pig butcher."
The swordsman collapsed to his knees, lifeless.
A butcher stepped into the governor's mansion, and hundreds of soldiers and thousands of city guards could not stop him.
Finally, he killed his way to the governor and beheaded him with a single sword stroke.
He turned around, holding his head, which remained open in death.
"He's lying. This sword cuts through injustice, just like my name."
"My sword is but a commoner's sword; have you taken a good look at it?"
This swordplay style contained the essence of a mid-grade Supreme Lore, a unique Swordsmanship, but Li Mo particularly liked it.
Well, this has nothing to do with his liking for using a hammer...
Martial Arts Enlightenment, Activated!
The Lesser Completion of "The Sword of Injustice".
This time, it only took me a little over ten years of martial arts enlightenment.
"My talent for swordsmanship doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought."
Li Mo was in a good mood, feeling a little smug.
The subsequent comprehension of sword essence also went exceptionally smoothly.
He saw the snow falling for thousands of miles over North Seal City, a large army besieging the isolated city, and heroes from all walks of life gathering in the city. The owner of the sword was a soldier with exceptional talent who had integrated the martial arts of the heroes who died defending the city, and finally mastered the Sword Qi.
I also saw that, for the sake of keeping his promise, he traveled halfway across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to fulfill it, and at the moment the promise was fulfilled, he broke through to a higher realm through sword enlightenment.
Etc.
"Though we're from different eras, I still possess the youthful chivalry to have befriended heroes from five capitals..."
Little Li the Swordsman diligently studied and deduced.
In these swordplays, he saw his ideal life as a swordsman, wandering the world with a sword.
In a way, it's a dream come true.
"These Swordsmanship all emphasize Sword Qi above all else."
Li Mo pondered the sword technique as he worked on it.
It was already afternoon.
He stopped to rest, intending to comprehend another sword essence. The sword essence within the Heavenly Human Divine Sword was like a vast ocean; he wondered when he would reach even 'one or two tenths' of what Ice Block had mentioned.
The next second, a scholar-like figure appeared before them.
The man was handsome and refined, his long robes flowing... which reminded Li Mo of an old friend?
Luo Yu?
The son of the Forest Master of Burning Jade Forest, with that somewhat punchable look, truly bears a striking resemblance to him.
"The fact that you can see me means you've mastered the art of the commoner's sword."
He spoke in an arrogant tone from the very first word.
Well, this must be either Luo Yu's father or Luo Yu's uncle...
"Those mere swordsmen, with their mere bravado and bloodshed, how could they possibly break through the Heavenly Human City's defenses?"
"My sword is the sword of governing the country and bringing peace to the world. Take a good look!"
"Something's not right. Why is this Swordsmanship so difficult?"
Li Mo left the sword arena and walked to the window, muttering to himself.
It was nearing dusk.
The Imperial Capital was a sea of lanterns, teeming with people, and the plateau stretched out before it.
He had just learned the same Supreme Lore Swordsmanship, but the martial arts insights required had increased exponentially!
Li Mo calmed down and thought it over, and a guess formed in his mind.
He could easily learn the art of swordsmanship.
The sword of a scholar is difficult for him to learn.
It's not that Swordsmanship has become more difficult, but rather that the latter frequently uses techniques like the "Peaceful Swordsmanship," "Seven Swords of Righteous Law," and "Dragon Scale Slash"...
He's not cut out to be a scholar, let alone govern the country!
"I am merely a gentleman, and there is a difference between me and a scholar."
After figuring things out, Li Mo became even more troubled. Should he take the imperial examination first before continuing his comprehension?
The only other option is to force it through martial arts enlightenment.
He shook his head, turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to cook some food to calm himself down.
The main Cloud-Stepping Tower is no longer as bustling as it used to be. Before, people would come every day, specifically asking to challenge someone by name.
Now that the Hidden Dragon Assembly is imminent, the young talents on the Hidden Dragon Ranking can legitimately and reasonably avoid the battle.
But the interior of Cloud-Stepping Tower was still bustling with activity.
One table is particularly enviable; it was already quite lively before, and today three more people joined, making it feel like a banquet every day.
Of course, it's also because they have a chef who makes a different dish every day.
"Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul!"
"A single battle brings instant fame, God... Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul!"
"Brother Li, how did you do that? Teach me, please..."
Many of the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking greeted Li Mo as soon as he came out of the kitchen.
The Hidden Dragon talents are all spirited and exceptionally gifted; none of them are without pride and arrogance.
But ultimately, certain people and certain events shattered their pride, leaving others only with envy.
For example, when they were surrounded, a beautiful, aloof fairy maiden suddenly appeared...
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Li Mo felt something was off.
Good news, nobody calls him the Divine Hammer Little Overlord anymore.
The bad news is, his other nickname doesn't sound very catchy either! It sounds even worse than "Ghost Fish"!
Little Li, unaware of what was going on, sat back down in his seat.
He noticed that Murong Xiao, Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin, Three Heroes of Cloud-Crossing were looking at him with strange expressions.
"You be the judge, is my nickname outrageous or not?"
"Old Xiao, your name is Wind-Slashing Broken Sword, how cool is that? Old Bai, your name is Lingyun Jian, even more dashing. Huang Donglai, you... never mind, you should eat more..."
"So you're saying I'm not even married yet, I don't even have a wife, so how can I have a 'lucky wife'? What kind of 'lucky wife' am I?"
Where is my wife?
Little Li was indignant.
As they were talking, a soft footstep suddenly came from the stairs. Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw who it was.
Okay.
The aloof and serene Cold Fairy walked to the table, her face serene and holy, expressionless and exuding an extremely cold and aloof aura, and sat down next to Li Mo.
She gripped the Big-Headed Doll's fingertips, her fingers slightly curled.
"..."
Everyone leaned back slightly.
Or...
Why don't you ask her?