At the top of Qunyu Peak.
"It seems Elder Qian never intended for my cheap master to repay the debt; it's just a reminder for her not to borrow again."
Li Mo looked at the furnishings at the peak, his mouth twitching slightly.
A simple wooden hut, with some broken walls and ruins.
That's it.
If he didn't know this was within the Qingyuan Sect, he might have thought the place had just been attacked by a disaster beast.
"Master, Master?"
Li Mo called out twice, but there was no response, so he pushed open the wooden door.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
On the bed, a woman lay sprawled under a blanket, with a faint glistening at the corner of her mouth.
"Master?"
"Mm..."
The woman grunted lazily like a pig, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Li Mo had no choice but to lean close to her ear and whisper: "Elder Qian is here to collect the debt..."
The effect was immediate.
Shang Wu sprang up, but when she saw Li Mo standing in front of her, her wary, drunken eyes were filled with confusion:
"Who are you?"
"I'm your disciple," Li Mo said helplessly.
"Disciple... Oh, oh, I remember now."
Shang Wu scratched her head, seemingly recalling, her almond eyes still dazed: "What do you want from me?"
Awake, but not fully.
Li Mo paused for a moment and said, "After joining the sect, shouldn't you... teach me something?"
"That seems reasonable."
Shang Wu's fragrant shoulder was exposed, seemingly unaware of how indecent her current posture was.
She stood up, her palace dress hanging loosely, revealing half a shoulder, and she was even taller than Li Mo.
"Yesterday, I was thinking of teaching you something.
When I don't drink, my memory is terrible."
She frowned slightly, looking troubled.
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As soon as she finished speaking, there was a 'pop' sound, the sound of a cork being opened.
Shang Wu's nose twitched, and she immediately identified it:
"Green Ant Brew? It's a special brew from the Ten Mile Slope Winery, needs to be aged for five years, amber in color to be a fine product, and the ten-year one is even rarer. Where did you get it?"
She took the wine jar from her unlucky disciple's hand and drank heartily, the wine tracing a stunning curve down her chest.
Your memory isn't that bad after all.
Li Mo could hardly bear to look.
Shang Wu wiped her mouth and said:"I remember now, yesterday I made a bet with that old ghost Han He.
He dared to say I wouldn't teach my disciple, can I tolerate that?"
Li Mo: "..."
What she said seemed to make sense.
No matter who you apprentice to, you probably wouldn't receive a ledger as a gift.
"He just took in Murong Xiao and dared to show off to me, I spit on that!
So, I made a bet with him.
If a disciple from Qunyu Peak ranks higher in the next Nine Peaks Martial Meet, he'll help me settle the debt with the Inner Affairs Hall."
"And if you lose?"
"Lose? As my disciple, can't you have a little confidence?"
With that, Shang Wu turned around, rummaged through a box, and pulled out a booklet.
She said confidently: "This is my unique mental technique. Today, I'll get you to the entry level."
Li Mo took the booklet and saw the name of the technique: "Lotus-Birthing Flame Technique"
Moreover, even the system evaluated Shang Wu as extremely strong.
Yes, with so many debts, they must have been incurred through skill.
To owe the Inner Affairs Hall so much, and for Elder Qian to only subtly remind her not to borrow again, says a lot!
Li Mo felt slightly reassured and opened the booklet.
After reading it, he asked: "Master, there are parts I didn't understand..."
Snore... snore...
"Master?"
Li Mo looked up.
He found that his carefree and beautiful master had somehow fallen asleep again, the wine jar now empty.
She was thoroughly drunk, impossible to wake.
Could you be a bit more reliable!
"......."
Li Mo was filled with frustration.
[Investment successful, investment: one jar of ten-year Green Ant Aged Wine.]
[Reward settlement in progress...]
[Congratulations to the host, reward: ten years of Martial Dao Comprehension!]
[Ten Years of Martial Dao Comprehension: "Can be applied to any martial art, increasing the host's proficiency by ten years."]
Hmm?
Ten years of Martial Dao Comprehension?
The mastery levels of a martial art are divided into Entry Level, Early Proficiency, Minor Mastery, Major Mastery, Perfection, and Transcendence.
Even for ordinary, unremarkable martial arts in the martial world, few people reach Perfection.
Let alone Transcendence.
For example, his father Li Dalong, who practiced the Wind-Catching Palm Technique for nearly twenty years, only barely reached Major Mastery.
Of course, this is also related to personal comprehension.
"Even if I'm not a genius, I'm at least clever."
Li Mo decided to step outside and sit cross-legged.
With this thought.
He applied the ten years of Martial Dao Comprehension entirely to the "Lotus-Birthing Flame Technique."
[Ten years of Martial Dao Comprehension, successfully infused.]
[In the first year, you thoroughly understood the words of the "Lotus-Birthing Flame Technique" and began experimenting, successfully reaching the Entry Level.]
[In the third year, you seemed to have an epiphany, discovered the key to this technique, and reached Early Proficiency.]
[In the ninth year, your "Lotus-Birthing Flame Technique" became increasingly proficient, reaching Minor Mastery.]
[In the tenth year, you seemed to touch a bottleneck, but ultimately lacked accumulation.]
Instantly.
Countless images flooded Li Mo's mind, as if he had truly spent ten years meticulously studying the "Lotus-Birthing Flame Technique," reaching Minor Mastery.
"Whew..."
"Ten years, Minor Mastery."
The sudden feeling of enlightenment gave Li Mo a sense of soaring into the clouds.
He couldn't wait to begin his first practice.
In his dantian, a thread of heat rose...
And the surrounding grass and trees began to move without wind.
"The first practice, if I can open a meridian, it will be a success."
Li Mo calmed his mind.
Inside the room.
The drunken Shang Wu suddenly furrowed her brows.
She mumbled: "Unity of Heaven and Man? Who has such good luck..."
***
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Qingyuan Main Peak, Training Hall.
Several elders stood nearby, each seeing the astonishment in the others' eyes.
At this moment.
These elders, with a combined age of five hundred years, were all questioning their lives.
Questioning whether they had lived their first half of life in vain.
"She reached the Entry Level in one day?"
Xue Jing murmured in disbelief.
"To be precise, it was in a quarter of an hour."
Qian Bufan reminded, full of emotion, then turned to ask: "Han He, you also practiced the Frost-Seeking Source Technique, how long did it take you back then?"
Han He's mouth twitched, and after a long pause, he replied: "A month."
Back then, Han He was still young, a newly joined youth of the Qingyuan Sect.
He still remembered that when he took a month to reach the Entry Level and successfully opened a meridian, his master joyfully called him a genius.
Compared to the young girl in front of them...
As the elders spoke, their breath instantly turned into ice crystals.
"Talents emerge in every generation, our Qingyuan Sect is destined to prosper."
Xue Jing solemnly remarked.
His perception was extremely keen.
When Ying Bing practiced, it was as if there was an endless stream of Power of the Lunar Yin within her, continuously flowing.
Even though she was the master of this power, she couldn't avoid being harmed by it.
Consuming yang-type herbs or pills could offset it slightly.
It seemed that the Pure Yang Pill he sold to Li Mo a few days ago helped this young girl open her meridian.
Sss—
A soft sound.
The cold wind seemed to form a vortex centered around Ying Bing.
"She... has opened a meridian!"
Han He widened his eyes.
He clearly sensed that Ying Bing's first main meridian was now unobstructed.
"If that's the case, won't she be able to open all twelve meridians in a few days?"
This statement was only half correct.
Ying Bing could indeed open all twelve meridians in a few days.
But, she aimed to open far more than twelve.
The elders of the Qingyuan Sect, after all, had limited vision.
The human body, like a hidden treasure, has far more than twelve main meridians.
Of course, ordinary Vital Energy Realm martial artists, even if aware of their existence, cannot connect them all, as it requires extremely skilled and subtle control.
But, for her, it was not a problem.
Ying Bing intended to connect twenty-four meridians, forming a great cycle within her body.
Then, when entering the Inner Breath Realm, her strength would be more than ten times greater!
"Such a prodigy, we are indeed superfluous."
Xue Jing smiled wryly.
The Sect Master, busy with affairs, had specifically assigned the three of them to teach Ying Bing, to answer her questions and avoid errors due to habitual teaching.
Now it was unnecessary.
Watching Ying Bing practice, they felt they were full of errors themselves.
"I'll leave this to you, I'm heading to Qunyu Peak."
"What are you going there for? It's unlucky."
At the mention of this, Elder Han He snorted coldly.
"Are you really comfortable letting Shang Wu teach a disciple?" Xue Jing tugged at his patched robe.
Qian Bufan took a deep breath:
"Junior Brother Xue, you'd better go quickly, I'm afraid it might be too late."
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