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

Homepage / Fantasy / Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Called Me Husband Error Reporting Lights On Chapter 70: Promise with the Ice Block, See You in the Finals Chapter 70: Promise with the Ice Block, See You in the Finals "My dear disciple has been so exhausted recently, not staying at home much at all.” “I wonder what he’s been so busy with.” Shang Wu murmured as she watched the busy figure in the kitchen. Master had no idea about Little Li's progress. “He must be practicing swordplay.” Ying Bing withdrew her gaze. These days, she was increasingly certain that the questions Li Mo asked last time were not just coincidental. Every day, Li Mo came up with new questions about swordsmanship, many of which extended from the questions of the previous day. What does this indicate? It indicates he hasn’t been slacking off, that he’s been diligently practicing and studying after their discussions. That’s why he’s been leaving early and returning late every day. “He's working so hard?” Shang Wu blinked, looking a bit confused. “Indeed, he's working very hard.” In the reflection of the tea cup’s surface, a hint of admiration flashed in Ying Bing’s eyes. If asked what enabled her to reach the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens in her previous life, was it an extraordinary constitution? Unparalleled talent? No, for those truly qualified to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, those are just the icing on the cake. Persistence alone is the most accessible yet most easily lost precious treasure for everyone striving against the current in the river of martial arts. “Oh, then he must have made significant progress recently.” Shang Wu’s cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling. “Then this time at the Nine Peaks Martial Meet, Qunyu Peak should be impressive!” In fact, “impressive” wasn’t quite accurate. Qunyu Peak hadn’t participated in many years... Shang Wu had coveted the rewards of the Nine Peaks Martial Meet for a long time. Based on the disciples' rankings in the competition, the sect would grant substantial resources as rewards, including but not limited to martial arts, pills, rare treasures... “I wonder what rewards await this year’s champion.” The more Shang Wu thought about it, the more her imagination ran wild. The champion of the martial meet is the contemporary chief of Qingyuan Sect. The reward is extraordinarily lavish. “Rewards...” Ying Bing poured herself another cup of tea, her thoughts drifting far away. She couldn’t quite remember the other rewards clearly. But among them, one reward was a qualification granted to the top three winners of each martial meet edition: the privilege to select a supreme martial art. Upon this thought, Ying Bing gently stroked Tianshuang Sword. The first master of Tianshuang Sword had their swordsmanship among the supreme arts, as did the same for Chixiao Sword. Both sets of supreme martial arts resonate and complement each other. More accurately, it is actually one sword art. “The Sword Art of Sun and Moon Intersecting” originated from Tianshan Sword Manor. This was originally designed as a martial art to let two people enhance each other’s spiritual growth together. Many throughout the history of Qingyuan Sect attempted to recreate the combined power of the two swords but failed because they focused on the irrelevant. “Dinner is ready, lend a hand, will you?” At this moment, Li Mo’s voice came from the kitchen. Ying Bing put down the Tianshuang Sword and entered the kitchen. Tonight's dinner is hot pot; the base is ready, with Li Mo cutting the ingredients with his back to the door. “Li Mo.” “Hmm? Oh, you’re not eating peppers these days, right?” Li Mo was engrossed in his task, not even turning around. “No, I’m not. What’s your current level?” Ying Bing asked. Li Mo paused for a moment, hesitantly answering: “Peak of Qi and Blood Realm, complete perfection?” Ying Bing: “?” You could’ve just said complete perfection of the Qi and Blood Realm; where did all those suffixes come from? Actually, Little Li doesn’t really have a choice. When others reach the completion of the Qi and Blood Realm, they have twelve channels, but he has opened up thirty-five main channels. Obviously, this cannot be generalized with the ordinary completion of the Qi and Blood Realm. “Then I won’t add peppers, let’s have a clear broth tonight.” Li Mo, slightly curious, asked, “How about you, how’s your progress?” “Tonight, I'll reach the Inner Breath Stage.” “Still, add some spice. Without peppers, it’s not really a hot pot.” Ying Bing’s tone was calm, as if it was already a certainty, with no consideration for failure to break through. Little Li wasn’t surprised by this answer. It was just the Ice Block’s conventional performance. “As expected, you won’t stay long in the Inner Breath Stage. How are your preparations for the Nine Peaks Martial Meet? I’ll add more garlic; I love eating garlic.” “I will take the championship at the Nine Peaks Martial Meet.” “You can make yourself a garlic dip.” It’s such a peculiar scene. Amidst the shocking news, they interspersed discussions about whether to add peppers or garlic to the hot pot. Neither of them found anything odd about it. “You’ve made considerable progress recently too.” Ying Bing spoke softly, using a hint of radiance to envelop the minced garlic into a small bowl. “It’s nothing compared to you.” As a descendant of Yan and Huang, Little Li had always embraced traditional virtues and humility. "No need for modesty, I can sense your progress." Ying Bing quietly observed the busy silhouette of Li Mo, whispering, "Among our peers, aside from me, no one surpasses your level of swordsmanship. You have a good chance in the rankings." Li Mo paused momentarily, then resumed with an indifferent smile: "What's the point in vying for those?" "Aren't you hoping to meet me in the finals?" Little Li, to be honest, wasn't too interested in ranking. He didn’t lack the sect's rewards. “I hope you make it to the top three.” Suddenly, a clear voice chimed in. Clang— Li Mo was taken aback, looking back. The girl stood at the door with the hot pot in her hands, moonlight cascading behind her, painting her icy skin with a glow. The night breeze swayed the clothes her mother had sewn for her, creating ripples... “Alright, we'll meet in the finals.” Li Mo nodded. “Mm.” Ying Bing nodded gently. As the footsteps faded away, Little Li turned back to see a chipped kitchen knife in his hand, murmuring: “Wouldn’t asking why just now spoil the mood?” Forget it, though unsure why the Ice Block harbors expectations for him. Since he promised, he shall strive to meet them. His swordsmanship may not be as profound as the Ice Block imagined, but if he truly struggles... He’ll just use the hammer. ... The pleasant evening meal at Qiushui Pavilion came to an end. They retired to their rooms. Li Mo slipped out in the dark. Though he was already very tired today, he planned to train further; after all, reaching the Inner Breath Stage was tantalizingly close, filling him with a bit of excitement and curiosity about what kind of realm it would unveil. The night deepened. Gurgling— The water in the stone pool boiled vigorously, the medicinal properties of the millennium-old vein spirit milk, like starlight, rhythmically infused his body with every breath. In his dantian. Under the nourishment of abundant essence from the underground vein, the final lotus seed was finally planted. All thirty-six lotus seeds within his body were perfectly rounded and lustrous, exuding a precious glow and surging with vigor like a dragon. Li Mo did not stop there. Utilizing the remnants of the underground essence, he began attempting to break through to the Inner Breath Stage. According to the Lotus Heart Sutra. Once the lotus seeds break, sprout roots, and absorb qi and blood to transform into internal breath, it’s considered successful. Yet, Li Mo, who had never faced a bottleneck before, furrowed his brows this time. “I can’t convert the qi and blood into internal breath?” “The millennium spirit essence is ineffective? No... it doesn’t seem like it...” Opening his eyes, a fleeting flash of fiery stars appeared in Li Mo’s pupils as he pondered, feeling as he went. The power of the vein spirit essence remained potent, not the problem here. The issue lay within himself. He couldn’t refine the qi and blood into internal breath. The qi and blood across thirty-six main channels were too vast. The original creator of the Lotus Heart Sutra likely never imagined someone would achieve such a feat, and thus never considered this eventuality. “The upper-grade mental method is insufficient.” “I do have a bronze heavenly book seal.” Li Mo pondered for a moment and took out a bronze heavenly book seal he had obtained from Princess Jiang.