Chapter 423

The sun of heaven blazed brilliantly, radiating ten thousand rays of rosy light.

The earth stretched vast and boundless, with mountains and rivers standing side by side, endless and continuous.

Majestic peaks towered high, vanishing into the clouds.

Countless ancient cities, like pearls, studded the landscape.

One glance made one feel as if one had arrived at a legendary paradise of immortals.

"Such dense primordial energy."

Sensing the change in the environment, all disciples stepped out, glancing around curiously.

Meng Zhangqing also opened his door.

"Good morning, Uncle!"

Mo Xiaoyu's voice sounded from beside him.

The girl's cultivation chamber seemed to be right next to his.

"Why aren't you calling me 'bad guy' anymore?"

Meng Zhangqing patted her small head and smiled.

"Uncle mustn't slander a child,"

Mo Xiaoyu opened her big eyes wide and said seriously, "Xiaoyu has always held you in the highest respect—how could I ever slander you?"

Sss~

These words made Meng Zhangqing's hairs stand on end.

Was this still the same 'arrogant' Mo Xiaoyu he knew?

"Have you been possessed?"

Meng Zhangqing couldn't help asking.

He flipped open her eyelids, pinched her cheeks, and even pried open her little mouth.

All this manipulation made the girl finally break, her face flushing as she quickly slapped his hands away.

"Uncle!"

Mo Xiaoyu's face was bright red, her hands on her hips.

"Now that's more like it."

Meng Zhangqing felt deeply satisfied. "Speak up—what do you want?"

"Hehe, my little scheme was spotted already~"

Mo Xiaoyu immediately rubbed her hands. "Uncle is truly heroic and wise, with eyes that see true worth!"

"I knew it—you suddenly became so polite."

Meng Zhangqing crossed his arms. "Speak. What's the matter?"

"It's not anything important—just a few small questions about swordcraft. Could Uncle help me?"

Mo Xiaoyu clung to Meng Zhangqing's thigh, her adorable eyes filled with hope.

It was embarrassing to admit.

She, born with a sword body constitution, had to seek guidance from a 'latecomer' in sword art!

But there was no choice.

Lately, the Grand Elder had fully informed her of Xuan Sect's dire situation.

To avoid being crushed too early in the Talent War!

She had to find every possible way to strengthen herself.

Her cultivation realm was out of the question for now.

It couldn't be raised in such a short time.

That left only her sword art!

Locking herself away to practice was too hard—if someone helped, it would be far easier!

"No problem."

Meng Zhangqing agreed readily.

It was nothing—his current sword art was nearly surpassing Mo Shukuang's, let alone guiding this little thing.

"Thank you, Uncle! You're the best!"

Mo Xiaoyu beamed, her voice sweet and soft.

It had to be said, a little girl of that age, when she spoke sweetly with her adorable face, was truly devastating.

"Speak."

Meng Zhangqing sat casually on the threshold of the room.

Mo Xiaoyu quickly sat down too.

And shifted her little bottom closer.

"It's like this..."

Mo Xiaoyu began to explain in detail.

What she described was far from simple, not merely a few small questions.

It concerned sword intent.

It also concerned The Scripture of the Ten Emperors' Swords.

Mostly the latter.

Meng Zhangqing answered fluently, even helping her draw analogies and extend her understanding.

One could see Mo Xiaoyu repeatedly flashing expressions of sudden insight.

Here, one has to exaggerate the sheer might of the Innate Sword Physique.

If it were anyone else, with only superior comprehension, it wouldn't be so easy to grasp things in one go.

But with the Sword Physique's blessing.

Mo Xiaoyu basically understood everything at the slightest hint!

Of course, this actually had to do with Meng Zhangqing's explanation as well.

Because his attainments in the Sword Dao were simply too high.

A full thirty percent Sword Intent.

Every single word he said was pure essence, without a single wasted phrase — truly the essence of truth.

And so, time passed bit by bit.

One hour later.

Mo Xiaoyu's face was flushed red, his eyes alight with excitement.

He turned and darted back to his room like a streak of smoke.

It looked like he was preparing to properly digest and absorb it all.

"Really pulls up his pants and runs."

Meng Zhangqing chuckled softly.

Not even a single 'Thank you, Martial Uncle.'

But he could understand Mo Xiaoyu's state — by now he had already thrown himself wholly into his comprehension, with no energy left for such things.

"Innate Sword Physique."

Meng Zhangqing slowly rose.

To be honest, he had never actually used this kind of physique before.

It's not that it isn't strong.

On the contrary, it's very, very strong — one of his trump cards!

It's just that until now.

No one among his peers has been able to force it out.

Perhaps in this Talents' War, there will be a chance to use it!

"Zhangqing, get ready, we're almost at our destination."

The Grand Elder walked over and said, "This time, you'll also meet the other two senior brother and senior sister."

Hearing this.

Meng Zhangqing's spirit gave a jolt.

Senior brother and senior sister, then.