Chapter 513 - 422: This crazy woman, how is she in the palace?
Chapter 513: Chapter 422: This crazy woman, how is she in the palace?
"Fairy Jiang, you have helped me a great deal. How could I harbor improper thoughts about you? Please, don’t make such jokes."
Xiao Mo gave a helpless smile.
"It’s just that it is late, and the Palace Maids are coming and going outside my bedchambers. I’m worried it might affect your reputation."
"If I’m not worried, why should Your Majesty be?" Jiang Qingyi shot Xiao Mo a look.
"I’m off!"
With that, Jiang Qingyi strode out of the Celestial Dao Altar.
With her back to Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi’s lips thinned, a hint of displeasure on her face.
’He doesn’t even dare to have feelings for me. Coward!’
She whispered to herself, the words audible only to her.
「Half an hour later, Jiang Qingyi arrived at Xiao Mo’s bedchambers.」
Jiang Qingyi wrinkled her delicate nose and sniffed the air.
The chambers smelled of Xiao Mo, with no trace of anyone else.
’It seems no other woman has stayed the night here.’
Then again, that made sense.
The Empress Dowager’s precious "granddaughter" hadn’t even conceived Xiao Mo’s royal heir yet. How could she possibly let him fool around with the Palace Maids?
’Royal heir...’
Thinking of the two words that had just crossed her mind, Jiang Qingyi couldn’t help but give a cold smile.
’A "royal heir," indeed!’
"Is there something wrong with my chambers?" Xiao Mo asked, watching as Jiang Qingyi surveyed his room. She looked so serious, as if she were inspecting some important ancient ruin.
"It’s nothing. I just think Your Majesty’s room is different from what I imagined. It’s very simple," Jiang Qingyi casually made up an excuse.
But Jiang Qingyi wasn’t wrong; Xiao Mo’s room was indeed simple.
The bedchambers were mostly filled with books on Daoist Skills, Yin Yang Fish Diagrams, Eight Trigrams Maps, and other things related to Daoism, with few luxurious decorations.
Jiang Qingyi couldn’t help but recall the small wooden cabin from three thousand years ago.
Although he had been a venerable Sect Elder, his wooden cabin had contained nothing more than a bed and a table.
"It’s just me, and I don’t have many interests. What else would I need?" Xiao Mo replied.
Jiang Qingyi glanced at Xiao Mo. "You live alone now, but soon, two stunningly beautiful Imperial Consorts will enter the palace. The nights will be long and filled with beautiful companions. Won’t Your Majesty be delighted? Just don’t let it get in the way of your cultivation."
Xiao Mo sighed softly. "If I could, I would prefer to be alone. Compared to women, cultivation is more interesting."
"Heh." Jiang Qingyi sneered, clearly not believing his nonsense. "Your cultivation is your own business, Your Majesty. As long as you know what you’re doing."
Jiang Qingyi focused her mind and took out nine longswords from her Storage Pouch.
The quality of the nine longswords was clearly extraordinary.
Each sword was inscribed with obscure runes.
"Settle!"
With a wave of her hand, Jiang Qingyi sent the nine longswords flying out to embed themselves in nine different directions around the bedchambers.
Jiang Qingyi then took out a Scroll.
As she unrolled the Scroll, Jiang Qingyi performed a Technique. The Array Map lifted from the Scroll, blanketing the entire bedchamber before vanishing along with the nine longswords.
"This Array is my own creation. It contains a sliver of my Sword Intent and nine streams of Sword Qi. It’s like a whetstone. When Your Majesty rests at night, the Array will activate on its own to hone your Sword Qi and Sword Intent.
Your Majesty can also carefully study the sliver of Sword Intent I have left behind.
Perhaps, over time, you will gain some insight, which will be of great help for your future Foundation Establishment."
Jiang Qingyi explained to Xiao Mo.
"I see." Xiao Mo bowed with his hands clasped. "Thank you, Fairy Jiang."
"Your Majesty has no need to thank me. In the end, Foundation Establishment depends on your own efforts. External help is merely the icing on the cake. If Your Majesty truly succeeds in reaching Foundation Establishment, it will be due to your own skill."
"That may be so, but you have helped me so much these past few days, Fairy Jiang."
Xiao Mo said this with heartfelt gratitude, and he meant it.
Without this Fairy Jiang’s guidance, Xiao Mo felt his cultivation would definitely not have progressed so quickly.
He might still be stumbling along somewhere.
"So much?"
A nostalgic look flashed in Jiang Qingyi’s eyes.
"Perhaps it’s because someone helped me like this a long, long time ago. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have even set foot on the path of cultivation. I probably would have starved to death somewhere."
"The senior who helped Miss Jiang must be a kind-hearted person," Xiao Mo said admiringly. "If I have the chance, I’d like to meet this senior."
As Xiao Mo’s words fell, Jiang Qingyi’s beautiful eyes stared directly at him.
"Fairy Jiang? Is something wrong?"
Xiao Mo asked, confused.
’Did I say something wrong?’
"It’s nothing." Jiang Qingyi turned her head away, her tone cold. "What’s so great about seeing someone like that? Only a fool would want to meet him."
"..."
Xiao Mo was speechless, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
Just as the two in the bedchambers fell silent, a mosquito that had long been lying in wait spread its wings and flew toward Xiao Mo.
The Skyhorn Mosquito landed on the back of Xiao Mo’s hand. Its legs raised an extremely fine silver needle, preparing to plunge it into his skin.
Just as the Skyhorn Mosquito was about to succeed, Jiang Qingyi suddenly whipped her head around.
The instant Jiang Qingyi’s gaze fell upon the mosquito, the Sword Qi around her formed into a thin thread and pierced straight through the insect’s body.
The Skyhorn Mosquito didn’t even have time to react before its vision went black. It fell from the back of Xiao Mo’s hand and dropped to the floor.
The Skyhorn Mosquito’s tiny legs twitched a few times, and then it went still.
"Fairy Jiang?"
Although Xiao Mo didn’t know what had happened, he could feel her intense killing intent.
Jiang Qingyi walked past Xiao Mo, her skirt brushing by. She slowly crouched down and pinched the Skyhorn Mosquito’s corpse between her fingers.
"It’s nothing."
Jiang Qingyi carefully examined the Skyhorn Mosquito, then turned her head. Her gaze passed through the window, her eyes narrowing.
"It’s just that a few ’mosquitoes’ have gotten into the ’house.’"
「Meanwhile, in a courtyard of the rear palace, the Palace Maids who had been training all day were all asleep.」
Si Li lay on her bed, carefully examining the bead in her hand.
After continuously absorbing the Sovereign of Zhou’s blood for five days, this Soul Bead was as red as a blood moon.
As long as she collected his blood tonight and tomorrow night, Si Li would be able to discover the Sovereign of Zhou’s true identity.
Lifting her head, Si li glanced at the moonlight outside the window, feeling it was about time to go.
But just as Si Li turned to get out of bed, the very instant her fair, jade-like feet slipped into her embroidered slippers...
Si Li’s mind suddenly jolted.
She snapped her head up, looking in the direction of the Sovereign of Zhou’s bedchambers.
She could clearly sense that her Skyhorn Mosquito was dead.
If the Skyhorn Mosquito died, it died.
Si Li didn’t care.
But the strand of Sword Qi that had killed the Skyhorn Mosquito made Si Li feel as if she were facing a formidable enemy...
"It really is her!"
Recalling the crazy woman who had chased her and Wangxin that night, Si Li clenched her fists, a terrible feeling rising in her heart.
"That madwoman... what is she doing in the palace?"