"In this life, I ask nothing of the past and seek nothing from the next. I only wish to live gloriously, repay kindness and settle grudges, defeat the champions of every race, and laugh proudly at the gods and demons of the Six Paths!"
Clouds like blazing fire filled the horizon, casting heaven and earth in a vast, desolate light.
"That's all well and good, but right now, I'm seriously frustrated."
"Everyone's scared of me. Why call me Mad Saber Su Meng? I might as well be Ghost-Sees-Sorrow."
Meng Qi, who had used the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to take the form of the Poison-Hand Demon Lord, held the Azure Jade Void Sword in his right hand. With his hands behind his back, he gazed up at the sky and sighed, then lowered his eyes to the scenes of decadence and indulgence beneath Lihua Island's dazzling lights.
He swept his sleeve, blowing the cloying scent of cosmetics out of the courtyard. Earlier, he had put on a stern, aloof face and sent Ying Ning back to her room. He had been enjoying the livestream, yet some temptress just had to come along and try to disrupt his resolve.
These temptresses tested him all day long, using every sort of enticement.
"With no woman in your heart, your swordsmanship becomes divine." Meng Qi recited his Other Shore cultivation mantra, switched off the Chat Group's livestream, and impatiently set up his wards.
If he hadn't been worried about these temptresses ruining things, he would have finished absorbing the third layer of the seal long ago.
His progress had slowed considerably over the past few days. Having tasted the joy of rapidly improving his cultivation, Meng Qi could think of nothing but chewing through seals. He almost wished the sword were covered entirely in