We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 2: From Today On, I Am Your Master

Deep in the narrow dead-end alley.

The steamed bun shop owner gasped for breath, hands braced on his knees, as he glared at the little beggar before him. “Run! Weren’t you good at running? Keep on running!”

The little beggar knew she could run no further. She peeled open the filthy cloth and devoured the steamed buns ravenously.

She took only one bite at a time.

“Still eating, are you? I’ll break your legs!”

The steamed bun shop owner charged ahead with heavy steps.

The nearer he came, the more frantically the little beggar chewed.

Brandishing the rolling pin, the steamed bun shop owner smashed it viciously toward the little beggar’s head.

The little beggar clamped her eyes shut and curled into a tight ball, but to her shock, the expected pain never struck.

Opening her eyes, the little beggar saw a finely dressed young man gripping the steamed bun shop owner’s thick wrist.

Xiao Mo eyed the frail, shivering little beggar in front of him and asked, “What happened to her?”

“Who are you? This is none of your business! She stole my steamed buns! And it’s been several times already! I’m going to teach her a lesson!” the steamed bun shop owner roared in fury.

Xiao Mo released the owner’s hand and threw several shards of silver into his arms. “Is this enough?”

The steamed bun shop owner paused in stunned silence, then nodded rapidly. “Enough, enough—more than enough.”

“Little brat, you got lucky!” The steamed bun shop owner spat curses and stormed out of the alley.

The little beggar stared at the young man standing before her, swallowed hard, and clutched her small hands tightly against her chest.

Xiao Mo crouched down with a gentle smile. “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you. What’s your name?”

“Jiang... Jiang Qingyi,” the girl replied timidly.

“Mm, that’s a nice name. Do you want to come with me?”

“Come with you?”

“That’s right. I want to take on a disciple. You seem pretty good. If you come along, you can eat your fill every day. What do you say? Interested?”

The girl glanced at the half-eaten steamed bun left in her hand, lost in thought.

Finally, she raised her head and looked earnestly at Xiao Mo. “I... I’ll go with you!”

“Good.” Xiao Mo smiled and nodded. “My name is Xiao Mo. From now on, I’m your master. Say it out loud to try.”

“Master.”

“Mm.”

After leading Jiang Qingyi up the mountain, Xiao Mo obtained a disciple token and female disciple robes for her from the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Back at his own peak, Xiao Mo instructed Jiang Qingyi to bathe and change into clean clothes.

When Jiang Qingyi stood before Xiao Mo again, his eyes lit up uncontrollably.

Earlier, Jiang Qingyi had looked like a muddy tomboy with cropped hair, but after washing clean and donning a dress, she truly showed her charm.

Xiao Mo tossed a wooden sword to Jiang Qingyi. “Starting today, you’ll practice swordsmanship with me. The sword technique I teach is called ‘Grass Character Sword Formula.’ Sword arts demand both form and formula. Practice moves by day, and at night I’ll teach you to read and chant the formula. No slacking off. Understand?”

The “Grass Character Sword Formula” was the sword technique practiced by the “avatar Xiao Mo,” with every move deeply engraved in Xiao Mo’s mind.

Xiao Mo even pondered if he could cultivate the “Grass Character Sword Formula” back in the real world after leaving.

Jiang Qingyi hugged the wooden sword tightly. “Yes, Master.”

“Follow me and learn the first form.”

In the half month that followed, Xiao Mo taught Jiang Qingyi swordsmanship every morning at dawn.

Jiang Qingyi studied diligently and trained tirelessly, but lacking an innate sword bone, she progressed extremely slowly—her aptitude could only be called “poor.”

After another half month, Jiang Qingyi still hadn’t grasped the first form of the Grass Character Sword Formula.

“Master... am I very stupid?”

One day, Jiang Qingyi asked dejectedly while clutching her wooden sword.

“Who said you’re stupid?” Xiao Mo sat in the courtyard, sipping tea.

Jiang Qingyi shook her head quickly. “No... no one told this disciple that.”

Xiao Mo looked at Jiang Qingyi and said softly, “Come here.”

Jiang Qingyi swallowed nervously and walked slowly to her master’s side.

“Qingyi, you’re not stupid at all,” Xiao Mo gently patted Jiang Qingyi’s head. “There’s a saying: ‘All beginnings are difficult.’ We’re not rushing—take it slow. Just focus on doing your best. Got it?”

“Mm-hmm!” Jiang Qingyi nodded.

Encouraged by her master, the girl regained her confidence.

In the days after, Xiao Mo often bought spirit beast blood and flesh for Jiang Qingyi to consume.

Jiang Qingyi’s progress remained agonizingly slow.

A full month and a half passed, yet Jiang Qingyi hadn’t even reached the first level of Qi Refinement, the very threshold of cultivation!

One day, as Xiao Mo descended the mountain to buy wine, he overheard several outer sect disciples gossiping. “That disciple Elder Xiao took has no foundation whatsoever. No idea why Elder Xiao picked her.”

“It’s been a month and a half, and she still hasn’t entered the first level of Qi Refinement.”

“Damn, isn’t my talent better than that Jiang Qingyi’s? Yet I haven’t become an elder’s disciple!”

“Hahaha, Xiao Mo usually looks down on everyone. I can’t wait to see that girl get pummeled at the Dragon Spring Sword Sect’s new blood martial competition a year from now!”

Just as the group drank and chatted, Xiao Mo approached them.

“Fellow Daoist, what’s wrong? Something up?” A burly man noticed Xiao Mo and turned to ask.

“Nothing much. I just don’t like hearing you talk about my disciple that way.”

With those words, Xiao Mo kicked the burly man in the stomach, sending him flying ten meters away.

After giving those fellows a lesson, Xiao Mo returned to his Lingqian Peak as if nothing happened.

By the time Xiao Mo reached the mountaintop, night had already fallen.

Under the moonlight, a girl persisted in practicing her swordsmanship.

Her movements were clumsy yet utterly sincere.

“Qingyi.” Xiao Mo called the girl’s name softly.

“Master.” Jiang Qingyi sheathed her wooden sword and ran to her master.

“You haven’t slept yet?” Xiao Mo patted her head.

“Master, Qingyi couldn’t sleep and wanted to practice a little more,” Jiang Qingyi said softly.

Xiao Mo smiled. “Hard work is good, but balance it with rest.”

Jiang Qingyi shook her head vigorously. “It’s okay, Master. I’m not tired.”

Looking at the girl, a complex glint appeared in Xiao Mo’s eyes, but he didn’t stop her. “Alright, practice for at most one more incense stick’s time, then go to sleep. Understand?”

“I understand, Master. Master should rest well too,” Jiang Qingyi nodded.

Xiao Mo turned and walked back to his wooden hut.

Gazing at her master’s retreating back, Jiang Qingyi pressed her lips together and gripped the sword in her hand tightly.

Just as her master reached the door, Jiang Qingyi called out softly, “Master.”

“Mm?” Xiao Mo turned around.

Under the moonlight, the girl’s eyes rippled like clear spring water, bright and tender. “I definitely won’t disappoint Master at the sect’s new blood martial competition!”

Xiao Mo was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth lifted. He nodded with a smile. “Good.”