Mo Huaiyu looked at the charming, peerlessly beautiful woman before him—Senior Sister An’s master!
‘Why is she here?’
The woman’s bountiful curves were particularly eye-catching, especially the perfect arc between her waist and hips. Her entire body exuded a ripened, heavy charm.
Observing the boy’s somewhat disheveled appearance, Ming Yuhe waved her slender hand.
A glow descended upon Mo Huaiyu, instantly causing the dust on his face to fall away.
His torn clothes were restored to their original state, and the empty spiritual Qi within his body was immediately replenished.
Mo Huaiyu was stunned.
Sensing that he had returned to his peak state, he thought, ‘Is this what a great cultivator is like?’
“This boy thanks Peak Master Ming!”
Ming Yuhe folded her hands over her lower abdomen and lightly lifted her beautiful eyes.
“Qin Wudi is one of the Grand Elder’s personal disciples,” she said softly.
“He has always admired Ruoxi. Little friend, it might be difficult for you to defeat him right now.”
A massive chasm existed between the Faxiang Realm and the Dao Platform Realm.
Furthermore, Qin Wudi possessed God-given talent; he was no ordinary Faxiang Realm cultivator.
In Ming Yuhe’s view, even if Mo Huaiyu was the younger brother of the Empress, the best he could hope for was a draw.
“Peak Master Ming, I will not easily admit defeat in this battle!”
The boy’s eyes revealed a firm, unyielding determination.
“Besides, I am not that weak. I still have a trump card!”
At that moment, Mo Huaiyu displayed the arrogance typical of a youth, showing no fear despite the fact that his opponent’s strength far exceeded his own.
Ming Yuhe’s eyes flickered before she let out a faint sigh.
With a flick of her finger, a jade pendant flew toward Mo Huaiyu.
“This jade pendant can help you block three fatal attacks.”
Mo Huaiyu looked at the pendant.
A treasure that could block three attacks was truly valuable.
Although he already had the protective Dharma treasure Sister Yuyun had given him, this was still a gift from Senior Sister An’s master.
It was best to accept it.
“Thank you, Peak Master Ming!”
“Mhm.”
Ming Yuhe nodded her head slightly.
“Since you are Ruoxi’s fiancé, I will naturally lend you a hand. Come with me.”
Ming Yuhe turned around, her full figure swaying with grace.
She ran a slender finger through the air, tearing open a spatial rift.
As the beautiful woman stepped into the rift, Mo Huaiyu immediately followed.
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Inside a secret room.
An Ruoxi opened her beautiful eyes.
Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, revealing a delicate weakness.
Not only was her body exhausted, but her soul was also weary.
Yesterday, her Dao Wound had flared up again, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
No matter how she tried to suppress it, nothing worked.
This time, even the effects of her medicinal pills had begun to diminish significantly.
She had only managed to barely suppress the flare-up after taking two pills in a row.
The long struggle had cost her a vast amount of spiritual Qi.
Because the Dao Wound was becoming increasingly severe, her cultivation realm had essentially stagnated.
‘Do I really have to… with Junior Brother Mo?’
An Ruoxi’s pale lips pursed, her heart feeling hesitant.
Although she did not dislike Junior Brother Mo, the thought troubled her.
An Ruoxi then focused on nursing her injuries.
As dawn broke, she finally regulated her breathing, and her pale cheeks gradually regained their rosy hue.
‘The trial is about to begin. There should be something I need inside.’
Before she knew that Junior Brother Mo possessed the Yin-Yang Dao Body, she had already made a plan to enter the trial to find the Bone-Growing Flower.
It was said that this flower could reshape one’s foundation.
Once consumed, one could undergo a complete transformation and heal a Dao Wound.
An Ruoxi briefly tidied her hair and changed into a crimson dress.
She raised a hand, and her spiritual Qi transformed into a mirror.
Seeing that the woman in the mirror was still as elegant as a transcendental being, she nodded slightly.
Her figure then stepped out of the secret room and turned into a streak of light that vanished into the horizon.
Her delicate feet tapped against the air as she drifted down.
She stepped into the small courtyard, her eyes sweeping the area before landing on the small room to the right.
For some reason, by the time she regained her senses, she had already pushed open the door.
There, she saw the boy’s small figure sitting cross-legged, eyes closed tight as he breathed in the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.
Under his thin clothes, the boy’s handsome demeanor was even more pronounced.
His face was youthful and his body lean, resembling a clear stream as faint black and white Qi floated around him.
The boy possessed the charm of an innocent child.
Sensing An Ruoxi’s approach, he opened his eyes.
A clear light flashed within them, with faint, fragmented glimmers swirling like the bright dawn.
Seeing the beauty so close at hand, Mo Huaiyu withdrew his spiritual Qi like an obedient boy.
“Senior Sister An.”
Mo Huaiyu stood up. Looking at her flawless, exquisite face, he sensed that something was off again.
It was the same feeling he had the last time Senior Sister An’s face had been pale.
Even though her complexion was rosy now, that sensation remained.
An Ruoxi nodded slightly.
“Junior Brother Mo, it is time for morning cultivation,” she said, her red lips parting.
To her surprise, the boy hesitated for a moment before declining.
“I’m sorry, Senior Sister An, but I want to go to the Manual Pavilion this time.”
The beauty looked slightly surprised.
Just as she was about to ask why, her brows furrowed.
She sensed a faint Sword Intent on Junior Brother Mo.
She was familiar with this Sword Intent—it belonged to Qin Wudi!
‘Did Qin Wudi take advantage of my absence to cause trouble for Junior Brother Mo?’
“Junior Brother Mo, do you need me to go with you?”
Mo Huaiyu thought about it and shook his head.
“Senior Sister An surely has her own business to attend to. You don’t need to waste your time accompanying me every day. I have already memorized the path to the Manual Pavilion.”
If Senior Sister An was by his side, Qin Wudi certainly wouldn’t strike.
This time, he was prepared to properly avenge the previous encounter.
Hearing the boy’s polite refusal, An Ruoxi opened her mouth to speak, but her lips trembled, and she swallowed her words.
Watching the boy fly away, her gaze darkened.
Her body twisted as she turned into a streak of light and left the courtyard.
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In midair.
Mo Huaiyu rubbed a lotus flower in his hand.
This was the Dharma treasure Senior Sister An’s master had given him last night.
It was an offensive type, but driving it required a corresponding manual.
He cherished this treasure immensely.
After all this time, he finally had an offensive tool.
The treasures Sister Yuyun gave him were all defensive; while they were great for staying alive, it was difficult to win a duel with them.
Since it was early morning, there were not many disciples at the Manual Pavilion.
Mo Huaiyu showed his token and entered.
He didn’t wander aimlessly like last time.
Instead, he headed straight for the section containing Hundred Flowers Peak manuals and began searching for the one Peak Master Ming had mentioned.
“Found it!”
Mo Huaiyu looked delighted.
He hadn’t expected to find the technique so quickly.
He reached out his small hand and picked up a jade slip.
As he injected his spiritual Qi, profound characters materialized before his eyes.
He quickly put away the jade slip.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a commotion.
Mo Huaiyu turned toward the sound and saw a tall beauty staring intently at him.
She wore a pink and blue robe.
She had bright eyes, white teeth, a delicate nose, and red lips.
Her face was clean and peerless, and her figure was perfectly curved.
Mo Huaiyu’s eyes widened in shock.
He recognized that face.
Wasn’t this Senior Sister An’s sister, An Ruojun!