The Legend of the Illiterate Cultivator (Part 1)

Conversely, if one could seize this opportunity to smooth things over for this formidable lady and latch onto such a powerful backer, wouldn't that open up a new path for the future here in the Heavenly Court?

Thinking of this, the wrinkles on Mo's aged face instantly bunched together. He let out two dry laughs, nimbly scrambled up from the ground, brushed the grass clippings from his knees, and cupped his hands toward the Heavenly Soldier.

"Oh, this Immortal Superior has misunderstood, a massive misunderstanding."

Mo pointed to the Red-Armored Giant Rhino nearby, which was still baring its teeth and grimacing with a hole pierced through its thigh, and lied without a blush or a racing heart: "We few have been in this grassland for so long our bones are practically rusting. You see, the new Seal-Holding Immortal Official felt pity for us, so in the middle of the night, she personally came down to spar with us and loosen our joints."

He paused, his tone growing even more earnest.

"This blockhead, Old Rhino, didn't know his own strength and accidentally caused a bit of a stir, disturbing you Immortal Superiors on your night patrol. It really was inexcusable, truly inexcusable!"

"..."

The Heavenly Soldier frowned, glancing suspiciously at the bloody hole in the Red-Armored Giant Rhino's leg.

Sparring?

Could a cultivator at the Chess-Player Realm really leave a Great Demon of the Painting Realm injured like this?

But since these mounts had said so themselves, he, a patrolling Heavenly Soldier, naturally had no reason to dig into such a trivial matter and offend both parties for no reason.

The Heavenly Soldier snorted coldly, his gaze falling back onto Jiang Yuechu, his tone stiff: "Since it is sparring, then restrain yourselves. The Imperial Horse Immortal Division is a vital area