63 - Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’

Chapter 63: Princess Jiang's Extraordinary Sword Dao Talent and the Pitiful Ice Lump "Teacher... if I practice with you... is there a day... when the dead can be brought back to life?" Jiang Chulong's eyes shimmered with hope. Her father hated her because of her mother. But what if she could bring her mother back to life? Hearing this, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable — or Xiao Li, fell into deep thought. Is it possible? At least, to his knowledge, there was no method to resurrect the dead. After acquiring his own small world, he understood more clearly that life is a marvel of nature itself, something he couldn't create out of thin air. Did past emperors of the Great Yu dynasty never desire eternal life? If such a method existed, why not resurrect the founding warrior emperor? But then, he had a system—a mysterious entity beyond the ordinary... Unsure if it was this thought or a desire not to shatter her hope, Li Mo eventually nodded slightly. "There is a way," he said. Jiang Chulong stood in shock, struck as if by lightning. The flames of hope in her eyes blazed even brighter. She wanted to grow stronger! "I'm truly amazing," she whispered, clenching her small fists in encouragement. Li Mo exhaled a long breath. Fooling a princess was no easy feat. Fortunately, as a seasoned bookworm, he had a wealth of knowledge to draw upon! When it came to boasting, few could match the novel writers. Princess Jiang seemed completely persuaded by his words. "Teacher... teacher, thank you..." The young girl suddenly stood up, bowed deeply, her frail shoulders shaking with excitement. Like a small white flower blooming amidst ruins, striving towards the sun the moment any light touches it... How to describe this? Li Mo felt a twinge of guilt. Lying to such a girl pained his conscience. But Princess Jiang indeed needed some confidence. His were, after all, white lies... "Alright, there are things I won't reveal. Sometimes, knowing too much does no good." "From now on, just practice diligently with me. In time, even the Great Yu dynasty will bow at your feet." "Yes!" Jiang Chulong nodded earnestly. If overheard, this bizarre conversation would certainly lead others to think both of them had lost their minds. But after learning about the origins of her Heavenly Venerable teacher, Princess Jiang was utterly convinced. "So... teacher... what will you teach me first?" "Hmm, since you haven't practiced martial arts before, let's start with the basics of the Qi and Blood realm." Li Mo's voice deepened into a gravelly tone. "Every tall building starts at the foundation. You must take it step by step." "Though your sword bone is gone, this has actually unleashed the potential of your innate sword embryo, making your foundation even stronger." Hearing this praise, Jiang Chulong bashfully lowered her head. Who would've thought that losing her sword bone could be a silver lining? "Teacher... should I create my own method?" What? Li Mo was momentarily stunned. He had contemplated what Qi and Blood realm martial art to prepare for Jiang Chulong. “You mentioned... something about forging one's own path..." Jiang Chulong stammered. Realizing her meaning, Li Mo understood. Despite not formally learning martial arts, from her time at the Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor, she watched many damaged swords. An elderly caretaker often wandered with her through the sword graves, and instinctively, she grasped a form of martial art. Forbidden by her father to practice, she refrained from training. "Recite the basics for me." "Uh... it's rather rough... I seek your guidance." Jiang Chulong recited what she had come up with. Her words bounced off the walls of the world seed, echoing in the space. As Li Mo listened, he grew increasingly silent. Was this sword-based martial art powerful? Not particularly, just a mid-tier technique—one he could easily find an equivalent for. But the key was, Jiang Chulong had never practiced martial arts before! It's self-taught! How does one survive amidst this talent? It typically takes decades to master a mid-tier sword art! "Teacher?" Seeing her teacher silent, Jiang Chulong feared her crude ideas were displeasing him. Her voice grew timid: "I... I can improve it... I can... make this martial art... better." Unbeknownst to her, each of her words struck Li Mo like a sword to the chest. The absence of comparison breeds no shame, but hers was genuine, brutal talent. Fortunately, Little Li wasn’t ordinary—he lived daily with the red destiny ice lump for company. "Ahem... quite... not bad at all." "Teacher... why do you sound... like me?" Jiang Chulong grew anxious. "I was just deducing this martial art," Li Mo replied, clearing his throat. After contemplating momentarily, his voice returned to a serene tone. “Not bad at all. If you practice accordingly, you'll meet my expectations." "Yay! I can practice martial arts now!" Jiang Chulong bounced with joy, no longer stuttering with her excitement. But then, seeing her Heavenly Venerable teacher glance at her, she playfully stuck out her tongue and sat down carefully. "You are still physically weak. So now your goal is to recover your strength, strengthen your meridians, and lay the groundwork for the future. Additionally, having lost your sword bone, you need to replenish your energy." With a wave of his sleeve, two jade bottles appeared on the table—gentle pills, effective in strengthening the body. Among them was the Innate Energy Recovery Pill he had once consumed and a bottle of mild healing pills: gradual in effect but devoid of side effects. "Thank you... thank you... Heavenly Venerable Teacher!" Jiang Chulong carefully tucked the pills away, exhaling with relief, her lips curling into a contented smile. With her hamster-like temperament, she'd likely cherish the bottles even after. At the same time, a notification rang in his ears. [Congratulations, host. You have successfully invested in 'Jiang Chulong,' aiding her recovery.] [You have an investment feedback to claim. Would you like to retrieve it now?] Li Mo chose not to claim the reward immediately, instead glancing at Jiang Chulong. Newly permitted to practice, she brimmed with eagerness; her clouded pupils echoing the words: "Hunger for knowledge." Li Mo: "..." A teacher imparts knowledge and resolves doubts. Yet, this task seemed challenging. "Should you have questions, feel free to ask. But to avoid ambitious overreach, I shall answer next time." "Understood!" ... By the time he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen outside. Inside the Autumn Water Pavilion: "What am I to do?" "Even remembering those questions is difficult." © All contents are copyrighted by their respective owners or authors. Chapter 63: Princess Jiang's Extraordinary Sword Dao Talent and the Pitiful Ice Lump (Part 2) "Remembering those questions is indeed challenging," Li Mo thought, staring at the ceiling. Should I ask someone else for help? Definitely not the teacher… As he pondered, he descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. Even before reaching it, the scent of something burnt hit his nose. Li Mo instinctively looked up, feeling a mix of silence and bewilderment. The kitchen was a disaster. The ice lump was cooking—but what was inside the pot? Its contents, unrecognizable, were charring and emitting smoke. It screamed "dark cuisine." Li Mo seriously doubted if consuming it would cause him to roll his eyes and foam at the mouth. "You're back?" The ice lump wiped her face, inadvertently adding a smudge of ash, giving her flawless complexion a cute, soot-covered look. "Yeah, I came back late," Li Mo lamented. Was this how the ice lump had survived during his absence? © All contents are copyrighted by their respective owners or authors.