Chapter 19: I Never Expected You to Be This Kind of Xu Qingyi

Chen Mo frowned.

According to the game's plot, the protagonist is an inner sect disciple of the Profound Star Sect, currently a seventh-rank martial artist, and is preparing to head down the mountain for training.

He had intended to intercept and kill him halfway...

But it turns out the protagonist doesn't even exist?

"No character was created, so there is no so-called protagonist?"

"I don't know if that's good or bad... but the subsequent plot seems even harder to predict."

Chen Mo shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it any further.

In the game "Absolute Immortal," the villains are all terrifyingly strong, while the protagonist is actually the vulnerable one.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to use cheats in his past life...

Moreover, with his current strength, he has completely crushed them; they are not worth worrying about at all.

"Is this person very important to you?"

Seeing him silent, Xu Qingyi couldn't help but ask.

Chen Mo came back to his senses and said casually, "Not as important as Director Xu."

Xu Qingyi was slightly startled, her beautiful brows knitting together, and she said coldly, "Platoon Leader Chen, please mind your boundaries. You and I are not familiar enough for you to make such jok..."

Before she could finish, seeing Chen Mo about to pull out his token again, Xu Qingyi flashed and vanished in an instant.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky you ran fast."

Chen Mo walked away, hands behind his back, swaying as he went.

Not far away, Xu Qingyi hid behind a pillar, peeking at his back, her pearly teeth gritting together with a creaking sound.

"Detestable fellow!"

Begonia Pool.

Yu Youhan was soaking in the warm spiritual spring.

Xu Qingyi knelt behind her, using a white jade comb to groom her long, silk-like hair.

Recalling the situation just now, a flash of shame and annoyance crossed Yu Youhan's eyes; the tingling sensation in her body seemed not to have faded yet.

"To think that even a foot massage could... Is this dog slave truly the star of misfortune in my life?"

However, what was gratifying was that the duration of endurance was much longer than last time.

It seems the desensitization training must continue.

"Qingyi."

Yu Youhan asked, "What do you think of this person, Chen Mo?"

Xu Qingyi’s movements stiffened. After a moment of silence, she replied, "He appears cynical and playful, but he is actually meticulous. His strength is among the best of his peers; he is a talent worth using."

Yu Youhan nodded, "It is rare to hear such high praise from you."

"However..."

Xu Qingyi’s delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and ripples stirred in her eyes, "His personality is too unruly; he is truly detestable!"

Yu Youhan glanced at her in surprise.

As her personal lady-in-waiting, Xu Qingyi was steady and reserved; she rarely showed such emotional outbursts.

It seems...

She seems to know Chen Mo very well?

"If you were not to use force, what do you think is Chen Mo's weakness? How should one defeat him?"

Yu Youhan pondered.

That day in the nightmare, she was defeated by her inner demons and subsequently bound by red silk.

If she wants to break free from the bonds, she might need to completely defeat Chen Mo, this "inner demon."

"Not use force?"

Xu Qingyi said without hesitation, "To deal with a man, it is nothing more than the two words: beauty..."

Having said this, she realized these words were somewhat improper and paused.

Yu Youhan parted her crimson lips:

"Speak freely."

These four words echoed like a decree, and Xu Qingyi, unable to control herself, blurted out her inner thoughts:

"As the saying goes, a man with the strength to carry grain will surely have the heart to pick flowers."

"All men in this world, as long as they are still breathing, are lustful."

"Anyway, an ox can be worked to death, but a field cannot be plowed to ruin. As long as you satisfy his every demand day and night, I guarantee he won't even be able to hold his blade steady. What kind of trouble could he possibly stir up then?"

"Is this not a form of victory... Mmph, mmph, mmph!"

Xu Qingyi was panic-stricken, her mouth still running uncontrollably.

In the end, she could only cover her mouth tightly with both hands, preventing herself from making any more sound.

"An ox can be worked to death, but a field cannot be plowed to ruin?"

"Satisfy his every demand day and night?"

Yu Youhan's brows twitched wildly.

She looked up and examined her carefully, as if seeing her for the first time.

"I never expected you to be this kind of Xu Qingyi."

"..."

Director Xu felt like crying but had no tears.

It’s a misunderstanding, that’s just how it’s written in the storybooks...

Prince's Mansion.

Violent sounds of smashing came from the study.

The servants were terrified, and no one dared to go over to check the situation.

The room was in a mess, tables and chairs overturned, vases shattered... A pale-faced young man in fine robes breathed heavily, gritting his teeth and saying, "Trash, all of you are trash!"

"Your Highness, please calm your anger."

Beside him, an old steward with white hair and beard said in a deep voice.

"That useless thing Yan Liang, to think he could be captured by his own people?"

"And he even dragged a sixth-rank warlock down with him!"

The young man in fine robes was seething with hatred.

With Yan Liang's energy alone, it was impossible to cross ten thousand miles to bring the barbarian slaves into the capital city.

Naturally, this could not have happened without his support.

Now that both have been thrown into the Imperial Prison, a confession is only a matter of time!

Keeping barbarian slaves was no big deal to him, but if they continued to dig deeper and found things that shouldn't be found...

It would likely lead to big trouble!

"Who is in charge of this case?"

After the young man in fine robes calmed down, he asked.

The steward replied, "Chen Mo, son of Right Vice Censor-in-Chief Chen Zhuo, and Platoon Leader of the Heavenly Unicorn Guard's Water Division."

The young man in fine robes frowned, "That name sounds familiar."

"The matter at the Music Bureau last time also had to do with him."

"He has entered the palace twice recently, which shows that Imperial Consort Yu thinks highly of him."

The steward said.

Hearing the name of Imperial Consort Yu, a flash of wariness crossed the young man's eyes.

"It seems he is a difficult character to deal with."

"But as long as someone is human, they have weaknesses..."

Heavenly Unicorn Guard, training grounds.

"Platoon Leader Chen."

"My lord."

As Chen Mo walked through the gate, the bailiffs and captains bowed their heads in greeting, their eyes full of awe.

Last night's events had already spread.

They had thought that after cutting off one of Yan Liang's hands, Chen Mo would face fierce retaliation.

But unexpectedly, not even a day had passed before he sent the Yan brothers to the Imperial Prison!

Such methods were truly chilling!

Now, the people of the Fire Division didn't even dare to lift their heads when they saw Chen Mo, fearing they would be targeted by this star of misfortune!

Even the nephew of the Vice Minister of Justice had fallen, let alone small fries like them?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the wind whistled fiercely.

A broadsword slashed toward him like lightning, reaching his neck in an instant!

Chen Mo stood unmoved, flicking his finger against the blade; the long saber tilted an inch, grazing past his hair!

Li Yuan retracted her long saber, her gaze filled with astonishment.

"You've grown stronger again?"

"It is you who are too weak."

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back.

His right hand, hidden behind his back, felt a wave of numbness.

Green vital essence surged forth, and the finger cut by the saber qi healed rapidly.

He had originally wanted to act cool like Shen Shuchou and flick the blade with a single finger, but he had nearly flipped the car...

After all, the opponent was a prodigy on the Azure Cloud Ranking and a standout among sixth-grade martial artists; the gap between them was not yet that vast.

"What, looking to avenge Yan Liang?" Chen Mo sneered.

Li Yuan said disdainfully, "What is he worth?"

She had always looked down on Yan Liang.

His strength was mediocre, and he relied on having some background to bully others.

The last time she intervened, it was merely because she did not want to lose face for the Ding Fire Division.

Now that the evidence of his crimes was conclusive and he had been thrown into the Imperial Prison, he was already a dead man in her eyes.

"Then what is this for..."

"I had some insights from our last exchange, and I want to test my moves against you."

Looking at the excitement in Li Yuan's eyes, Chen Mo felt a headache coming on.

He thought for a moment and said:

"How about this: I will only strike once. When you feel you can receive this one strike, come find me again."

"One strike?"

Li Yuan frowned, feeling insulted.

"Watch closely."

Chen Mo rested his right hand on the hilt of his saber, his energy aura retracted, appearing like a pool of stagnant water.

The next moment, a streak of saber radiance tore through the void, with a roar like a dragon's cry that shook the soul!

Li Yuan's pupils shrank to pinpricks, her entire body stiffened, and she found she could not move a single finger, watching helplessly as she was torn apart by the saber radiance!

After a long time, she regained her senses and discovered her body was completely unharmed.

From start to finish, Chen Mo had not even drawn his saber; with nothing but his saber intent, he had shattered her will!

"What kind of saber technique is this?"

Li Yuan stood dazed on the spot, as motionless as a sculpture.

Chen Mo brushed past her, walking away with a leisurely gait, his light voice drifting into her ears:

"Keep practicing slowly; you are still too green."