After Xiao Mo publicly declared his intention to cultivate immortality, even after his illness recovered, he could openly continue being a homebody who never left his quarters.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, under the pretense of entering meditation for immortal cultivation, Xiao Mo's consciousness entered the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Every five days, Xiao Mo would use the Heaven Continuation Formula to help Jiang Qingyi regulate her breathing and clear her spiritual channels.

Moreover, Xiao Mo used his contribution points to purchase various precious medicinal materials, personally brewing medicine for Jiang Qingyi according to the prescriptions written in the Heaven Continuation Formula.

As for Xiao Mo's lifespan, Xiao Mo didn't care.

The price of the Heaven Continuation Formula was "Xiao Mo's" lifespan. What did that have to do with him, Xiao Mo?

After all, he was only experiencing this life for fifty years.

Based on his current physical condition, he could at least persist for seventy years.

Time was sufficient.

Under Xiao Mo's care, Jiang Qingyi progressed quickly.

From the first level of Qi Refinement to the second level, Jiang Qingyi only took one month.

Although some geniuses could go from the first level of Qi Refinement to the fourth level, or even fifth level in one month.

Compared to these geniuses, Jiang Qingyi's talent was indeed insufficient but Xiao Mo was already satisfied.

It was already good that Jiang Qingyi could cultivate at all. What more could he ask for?

Unknowingly, several more days passed in the real world.

Xiao Mo immersed himself in immortal cultivation every day, ignoring court affairs, looking completely indifferent. Even when ministers tried to advise him, Xiao Mo wouldn't listen.

Anyway, besides eating, Xiao Mo just entered the Book of a Hundred Lives to teach his disciple.

In the blink of an eye, a total of ten months had passed in the Book of a Hundred Lives.

During this nearly one year period, Jiang Qingyi had grown rapidly in height.

Jiang Qingyi was only fifteen years old, but she was already almost 1.6 meters tall but that was understandable.

This was precisely the time when girls developed and grew.

Moreover, after coming to Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Jiang Qingyi didn't worry about food or clothing. She could eat her fill every day, with meat at every meal. As her nutrition gradually caught up, she naturally grew faster.

At this time, Jiang Qingyi had blossomed like a willow tree sprouting new branches.

There was quite a feeling of "the neighbor's daughter has just grown up."

She looked like a young lady now.

Another ten days passed.

On this morning, as Jiang Qingyi withdrew her sword stance, the aura emanating from her body rose another level.

"Not bad."

Xiao Mo praised the girl.

His disciple had already entered seventh level of Qi Refinement.

Hearing her master's voice, Jiang Qingyi turned around and ran over happily, "Master, you're awake!"

"The sun is already high in the sky. How could I not get up?" Xiao Mo smiled and gently patted Jiang Qingyi's head, "Qingyi, your cultivation speed is getting faster and faster. It seems your efforts haven't been in vain."

"It's all because Master taught me well."

"It's the result of your hard work... cough cough cough cough..." Xiao Mo began coughing violently.

"Master, are you alright?" Jiang Qingyi looked at her master with concern.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mo waved his hand, "I just went astray in my recent cultivation and injured my body a bit. I'll be fine after recuperating for a while."

"Really?" Jiang Qingyi asked worriedly.

This was the first time she had seen her master fall ill.

"Of course it's true." Xiao Mo changed the subject, "There are less than three months left until the new blood martial competition. Are you ready?"

"In reply to Master, this disciple is ready. I definitely won't embarrass you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi said seriously.

"Just perform well and have no regrets."

Speaking thus, Xiao Mo took out a sword case from his storage bag and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"Master, what is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked curiously.

"This is a gift for you. Open it and see."

Jiang Qingyi opened the box.

Inside lay a long sword.

"What a beautiful sword!" Jiang Qingyi exclaimed.

The long sword was carved from frost, with a transparent blade engraved with lotus flower patterns.

"This sword is called Xuanshuang. It's a fourth-grade magical artifact. Not particularly precious, but quite beautiful and suitable for you. How is it? Do you like it?"

"Yes! I like it!" Jiang Qingyi nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Master. Qingyi will definitely take good care of this sword!"

Xiao Mo smiled, "It's just a fourth-grade magical artifact, only a bit prettier. When your cultivation level improves later, you'll throw it away."

"No, Master!" Qingyi hugged the sword case tightly and shook her head forcefully, "Qingyi will definitely preserve it well. I will never throw it away in my lifetime!"

...

Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

As the number one sword sect in the world of ten thousand laws.

The disciples who could enter Ten Thousand Swords Sect all had considerable cultivation talent.

Even an outer sect disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Sect would have the talent of an inner sect disciple in other sects.

Today was the grand ceremony for all newly admitted disciples of Ten Thousand Swords Sect: the New Blood Martial Competition!

The New Blood Martial Competition originated from a sect that had long since disappeared: Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Compared to the former Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Sect's New Blood Martial Competition had no differences in rules, both using a lottery-based martial competition format.

The top three in the New Blood Martial Competition would receive generous rewards, including but not limited to cultivation techniques and magical artifacts.

Even the champion of each New Blood Martial Competition would receive a magical treasure gifted by the sect master.

For instance, this time, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect master had taken out a first-grade magical artifact as the prize!

This filled every disciple with motivation.

Early this morning, all disciples participating in the New Blood Martial Competition as well as various elders and peak masters gathered on a small plain.

On the first day of each New Blood Martial Competition, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect master would appear in person to announce the beginning of the competition.

So every young disciple was eagerly waiting for the sect master's appearance.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect master was truly too legendary.

For all sword cultivators in the world, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect master was like a divine existence.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect master was usually elusive, and even the sect's high-ranking members rarely saw her.

Therefore, for many people, this was one of the few opportunities in their lifetime to see the sect master.

As the hour of Chen arrived.

A sword shadow swept across the sky and landed directly at the front of the plain.

The woman stood on the high platform, the breeze blowing her long dress.

At the woman's waist hung a white, transparent long sword that looked as if it were forged from black ice.

"Is that sword the sect master is wearing our Ten Thousand Swords Sect's immortal sword Baixia?" On the plain, a female disciple asked her friend beside her.

"No, the sect master rarely uses Baixia. This sword is called Xuanshuang, just a fourth-grade magical artifact," her friend explained.

"A fourth-grade magical artifact?" The female disciple was stunned, "What's special about this fourth-grade magical artifact? How can a fourth-grade magical artifact match the sect master's status?"

"I don't know about that." Her friend also shook her head.

"Perhaps this fourth-grade magical artifact has some special meaning for the sect master."