We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 3: Qingyi Will Definitely Become a Very Powerful Sword Immortal

The dawn of the next day arrived early.

To the Scripture Pavilion of Dragon Spring Sword Sect Xiao Mo proceeded, seeking methods to enhance Jiang Qingyi's bodily state.

If the situation persisted unchanged, one couldn't even predict the cultivation realm Jiang Qingyi might attain in fifty years.

She could lose heart and abandon her cultivation path well before that.

Within the Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Mo discovered a certain tome.

This tome bore the name "Heaven Continuation Formula."

It detailed the process for an individual to reconstruct their foundation once it lay ruined.

The extraction of Jiang Qingyi's sword bone counted as a form of foundation destruction, yet the "Heaven Continuation Formula" demanded a steep cost.

For the majority, that cost proved far too high, though Xiao Mo considered it inconsequential.

After all, his current life spanned merely fifty years.

The greater Jiang Qingyi's cultivation achievement, the more abundant rewards he would reap.

Exchanging contribution points for the book, Xiao Mo followed its recipe to collect herbs from the medicine hall, then returned to the peak.

Before the courtyard entrance, the fourteen-year-old girl persisted in drilling the sword art imparted by her master.

"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called.

"Master!"

At her master's voice, Jiang Qingyi halted her practice and dashed over, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him.

Xiao Mo caressed her head. "Qingyi, today your master uncovered a book in the Scripture Pavilion. Soon, I'll prepare medicine per its instructions to clear your meridians, aiding your cultivation greatly."

"Really? Thank you, Master," Jiang Qingyi replied with delight.

Xiao Mo grinned. "Keep practicing for now. I'll summon you once it's done."

"Yes, Master." Jiang Qingyi resumed her swings with the wooden sword.

Once the medicine brewed, Xiao Mo summoned her and urged her to consume it.

Upon the initial sip, Jiang Qingyi's brows knitted fiercely; nausea surged so intensely she nearly retched, clutching her collar hard.

"Is it terribly bitter?"

Xiao Mo dipped chopsticks into the brew and tasted a drop.

Indeed, the bitterness struck deep.

Overwhelmingly so.

That mere speck numbed Xiao Mo's tongue instantly.

"I'll fetch some candy for you," Xiao Mo rose and offered.

"No need, Master. I can manage it," Jiang Qingyi seized the bowl from her master's grasp and downed it in determined gulps.

Though retching threatened multiple times, Jiang Qingyi suppressed it fiercely and forced every swallow.

"Master... Qingyi has finished it all."

Jiang Qingyi wiped her lips, flashing a radiant smile; the bowl stood empty, not a trace remaining.

Her beaming expression tugged at Xiao Mo's heartstrings.

Though merely fourteen, her resilience shone true.

Perhaps she feared stagnation in cultivation would lead to dismissal from his guidance, thrusting her back into dire straits.

Unbeknownst to her, absent his sword bone transplant,

she ought to reign now as some sect's saintess, a famed sword immortal echoing across the realm, idolized by countless souls.

Xiao Mo stroked her head. "Qingyi, assume a cross-legged seat. I'll assist in clearing your spiritual channels."

"Yes, Master." Jiang Qingyi nodded and settled obediently before Xiao Mo.

Silently chanting the incantation, Xiao Mo channeled spiritual power into Jiang Qingyi's frame.

"Mm..."

Jiang Qingyi arched her spine, a warmth flooding her form.

Furthermore, her master's spiritual power coursed wildly within, as though barriers teetered on the verge of breakthrough.

Sweat beaded across Jiang Qingyi's brow.

Xiao Mo's complexion drained pallid while his vital essence drained ceaselessly.

Such was the toll for employing the "Heaven Continuation Formula" to reconstruct Jiang Qingyi: Xiao Mo's own lifespan.

"Huh..."

An hour passed before Xiao Mo concluded the art, his back drenched in perspiration.

"Master... I..."

Jiang Qingyi gradually parted her eyes. Spiritual power now circulated vividly inside her, her frame feeling notably lighter.

"Congratulations on reaching the first layer of Qi Refinement," Xiao Mo smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Master!" Jiang Qingyi brimmed with joy, yet her elated grin soon faded into concern. "Master, your face looks so wan."

"It's fine," Xiao Mo dismissed with a headshake. "Merely fatigued. Come, let's step outside. Practice once more the sword technique I taught you."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Mo exited the chamber, and the girl grasped her wooden sword to rehearse the "Grass Character Sword Formula" from her master.

Though merely at first layer Qi Refinement, Jiang Qingyi's every stance now brimmed with keen sword intent.

Moreover, as she clasped the blade, determination gleamed clear in her almond eyes under sharp brows.

True talent dwelled within her.

The concluding thrust of the "Grass Character Sword Formula"'s opening form.

A drifting leaf split cleanly under Jiang Qingyi's strike, while a nearby tree bore a neat puncture, bark scattering.

"Excellent work," Xiao Mo advanced, lightly patting her head. "You've proven worthy of my faith."

Clutching her wooden sword, Jiang Qingyi peered upward at Xiao Mo. "Thanks to Master, Qingyi can now cultivate. Qingyi vows not to squander Master's efforts."

As Xiao Mo prepared further words of encouragement for Jiang Qingyi, brilliant meteors slashed the night sky overhead.

Jiang Qingyi trailed her master's upward stare, the dazzling trails igniting wonder in her eyes. "Master, what are those? So stunning."

"Meteors, they're called," Xiao Mo rested his hand atop her head. "Qingyi, make a wish."

"Make a wish?" Jiang Qingyi cocked her head puzzled.

"Mm," Xiao Mo eyed the celestial display. "Back in my homeland, legend holds that wishes made upon meteors come true."

"Really? Then Qingyi will wish too," the girl clasped her hands swiftly, murmuring her silent plea.

Moments later, she unveiled her eyes and turned to her master. "Master, did you wish as well?"

"I did."

"What did Master wish for?"

"And what of Qingyi's wish?" Xiao Mo countered.

"Qingyi hopes Master's wish manifests."

Xiao Mo paused briefly, then beamed. "I wished for Qingyi to ascend as a mighty, unparalleled sword immortal in fifty years."

"Eh?" Jiang Qingyi blinked in surprise.

"Master..."

Gently, Jiang Qingyi tugged Xiao Mo's sleeve.

"Qingyi will train with utmost diligence! Will become a mighty, unparalleled sword immortal!"

Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

In the courtyard stood a woman, her gaze lifted toward the endless starry expanse.

Sword brows and starlit eyes defined her striking features, paired with a lithe, statuesque build.

Beyond her peerless allure, the world remembered her foremost as Ten Thousand Swords Sect's leader, the supreme sword immortal under heaven.

"Sect Master, night deepens," a maid approached the woman.

"Qiu Ye..."

Gazing at the meteors arcing overhead, the woman spoke softly.

"I've heard wishes on meteors fulfill themselves. Do you believe it?"