We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 5: Qingyi Will Never Throw It Away in Her Lifetime!

Once Xiao Mo openly proclaimed his pursuit of immortality cultivation, he stayed confined to his room even after recovering from his illness, fully embracing his reclusive lifestyle.

Seated cross-legged upon his bed, pretending to meditate deeply for cultivation, Xiao Mo sent his consciousness into the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Every five days, Xiao Mo applied the Heaven Continuation Formula to aid Jiang Qingyi in adjusting her breathing and clearing her meridians.

Furthermore, Xiao Mo spent his contribution points on rare medicinal herbs, brewing potions for Jiang Qingyi himself based on the formulas in the Heaven Continuation Formula.

Regarding Xiao Mo's lifespan, he paid it no mind.

The cost of the Heaven Continuation Formula was "Xiao Mo's" lifespan—what concern was that to him, the real Xiao Mo?

In the end, he was merely living out this life for fifty years.

With his present bodily state, he could endure at least seventy years.

Time proved more than ample.

Under Xiao Mo's attentive guidance, Jiang Qingyi advanced swiftly.

Reaching the second level of Qi Refinement from the first took Jiang Qingyi just one month.

While certain prodigies might surge to the fourth or even fifth level of Qi Refinement in that same span.

Jiang Qingyi's aptitude paled beside those geniuses, yet Xiao Mo felt content.

She could cultivate at all—that was achievement enough. What further demands could he make?

Before long, additional days slipped by in the real world.

Xiao Mo devoted himself daily to cultivation immersion, brushing off imperial matters with utter detachment. Ministers' counsel fell on deaf ears.

Apart from meals, Xiao Mo dove straight into the Book of a Hundred Lives to instruct his disciple.

In a flash, ten full months had elapsed within the Book of a Hundred Lives.

Over this near-year span, Jiang Qingyi shot up in stature dramatically.

At fifteen, she stood nearly 1.6 meters tall—perfectly natural.

This marked the prime phase for a girl's growth spurt.

Besides, since joining Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Jiang Qingyi enjoyed plentiful food and fine garb, feasting heartily with meat daily. As nourishment filled her gaps, her development accelerated.

By now, Jiang Qingyi had bloomed gracefully, akin to a willow unfurling fresh shoots.

She evoked that classic charm: "the girl next door all grown up."

She resembled a proper young lady.

Ten more days flew past.

This morning, as Jiang Qingyi sheathed her sword form, her body's aura surged yet higher.

"Not bad."

Xiao Mo commended the young girl.

His disciple had reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

At her master's words, Jiang Qingyi spun around and dashed over joyfully. "Master, you're awake!"

"The sun hangs high already. How could I stay abed?" Xiao Mo grinned, softly ruffling Jiang Qingyi's hair. "Qingyi, your cultivation pace quickens more each day. Your diligence truly pays off."

"It's all thanks to Master's superb guidance."

"No, it stems from your own tireless effort... cough cough cough cough..." Xiao Mo erupted into harsh coughs.

"Master, are you okay?" Jiang Qingyi gazed at him anxiously.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mo dismissed it with a wave. "My recent cultivation went off track, harming my body slightly. A short rest will mend it."

"Really?" Jiang Qingyi pressed, fretful.

This marked the first occasion she'd witnessed her master unwell.

"Absolutely true." Xiao Mo shifted topics. "The new blood martial competition looms in under three months. Are you prepared?"

"Yes, Master. This disciple stands ready. I won't let you down!" Jiang Qingyi declared earnestly.

"Simply give your all without regrets."

With that, Xiao Mo retrieved a sword case from his storage bag and presented it to Jiang Qingyi.

"Master, what's this?" Jiang Qingyi inquired, eyes wide with curiosity.

"A gift for you. Open and behold."

Jiang Qingyi unlatched the box.

A sleek long sword rested within.

"What a stunning sword!" Jiang Qingyi gasped.

The blade gleamed like carved frost, its clear surface etched with delicate lotus motifs.

"This is Xuanshuang, a fourth-grade magical artifact. Nothing extravagant, but exquisitely lovely and perfect for you. What do you think? Like it?"

"Yes! I love it!" Jiang Qingyi bobbed her head eagerly. "Thank you, Master. Qingyi will cherish this sword dearly!"

Xiao Mo chuckled. "Mere fourth-grade magical artifact—adorned nicely, sure. You'll outgrow and discard it once your realm advances."

"No, Master!" Qingyi clutched the case close, shaking her head fiercely. "Qingyi vows to treasure it forever. Never will I discard it!"

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Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Renowned as the supreme sword sect across the world of ten thousand laws.

Every disciple admitted to Ten Thousand Swords Sect possessed remarkable cultivation talent.

Even outer sect members here rivaled inner sect elites elsewhere.

Today marked the grand New Blood Martial Competition for all fresh initiates of Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

The New Blood Martial Competition traced its roots to the long-vanished Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

Unlike its predecessor, Ten Thousand Swords Sect's version mirrored the rules exactly: a pure lottery draw tournament.

Top three victors claimed lavish prizes like cultivation techniques and magical artifacts.

The champion even earned a personal magical treasure from the sect master.

This edition featured a first-grade magical artifact from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect master himself!

Such stakes ignited fervor in every participant.

At dawn, competitors for the New Blood Martial Competition, alongside elders and peak masters, assembled on a modest plain.

Custom dictated the Ten Thousand Swords Sect master's personal appearance on opening day to proclaim the event's launch.

Thus, every youthful disciple anticipated the sect master's arrival with bated breath.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect master embodied pure legend.

To sword cultivators everywhere, she shone as a godlike figure.

Rarely glimpsed, even sect leaders seldom encountered her.

For most, this offered a precious lifetime chance to behold her.

As the Chen hour struck.

A soaring sword shadow streaked the heavens, descending squarely before the plain.

The woman graced the high platform, her flowing gown billowing in the gentle wind.

At her waist dangled a translucent white long sword, resembling black ice forged anew.

"Is that the immortal sword Baixia our Ten Thousand Swords Sect master wields?" A female disciple on the plain queried her companion.

"No, she seldom draws Baixia. That's Xuanshuang—a mere fourth-grade magical artifact," her friend clarified.

"A fourth-grade magical artifact?" The female disciple gaped. "Why such a humble item? How does it befit the sect master's prestige?"

"I'm not certain." Her friend shrugged too.

"Maybe this fourth-grade magical artifact holds profound personal significance for the sect master."