We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 633: In His Heart, Was I Ever Only His Disciple!

"Have you looked your fill yet?"

Xiao Mo's gaze remained fixed unwaveringly upon Jiang Qingyi's face.

Jiang Qingyi bit her lip lightly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"My apologies, I've been rude." Coming back to himself, Xiao Mo bowed, offering a hasty excuse. "I never expected Sect Master Jiang's face, beneath the veil, to be so utterly enchanting. I found myself momentarily entranced."

"Hmph." Jiang Qingyi turned her head away. "What, do you think I'm even more beautiful than those two consorts of yours?"

"Sect Master Jiang's beauty is rare indeed in this world, of an entirely different style from Ruxue's and Siyao's. It's truly difficult to say who surpasses whom." Xiao Mo continued.

"Your Majesty truly has a way with words, quite the smooth talker." Jiang Qingyi's tone still carried a note of displeasure, yet the fire within it seemed to have largely dissipated. "No wonder so many women have been so thoroughly won over by Your Majesty."

"Er..." Xiao Mo felt he was being treated somewhat unfairly. "It's not quite that many women, really..."

"Heh." Jiang Qingyi gave a cold laugh, paying Xiao Mo no further mind, turning to walk away.

Xiao Mo assumed Jiang Qingyi intended to leave, and stood watching her go but before long, Jiang Qingyi turned back, looking at Xiao Mo, her brow furrowing, “What is Your Majesty standing there for? This place is quite close to my Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Doesn't Your Majesty wish to see it? Or would you deny me even this small courtesy?"

"Since Sect Master Jiang extends the invitation, then I shall trouble you." Xiao Mo followed along, feeling rather helpless.

Half an hour later, Xiao Mo followed Jiang Qingyi to the foot of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's mountain.

Xiao Mo raised his head, looking up.

Compared to the former Dragon Spring Sword Sect, these three enormous characters, "Ten Thousand Swords Sect," appeared considerably more imposing and unlike other sects, with disciples guarding the mountain's base to keep out unwanted visitors.

Not a single disciple stood at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's mountain gate, not even a patrol but that made sense, in a way.

As the foremost sword sect in the world, only someone with a death wish would dare cause trouble at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Entering the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi walked up the mountain together.

Several thousand years had passed, and compared to the former Dragon Spring Sword Sect, considerable change had indeed taken place.

Several nearby peaks, rich in spiritual energy, had been absorbed into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's territory.

Not only that, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had even had Mountain-Moving Apes relocate several peaks here as well yet walking through the mountain, Xiao Mo sensed a certain quietness about it but before long, Xiao Mo began encountering more and more Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples.

Some sat meditating, comprehending the sword. Others sparred with one another, practicing swordsmanship.

Still others, like scholars, walked while reading sword manuals.

A gentle breeze swept through the mountain forest, carrying sword-qi within it.

Walking forward, looking about along the way.

Everything Xiao Mo saw appeared perfectly orderly.

Every sword cultivator's eyes carried an unwavering dedication to the Dao of the sword.

The sect's various pavilions, the sword-washing platforms for disciples, the sword-comprehension towers, all far surpassed the scale of the former Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

"What is that mountain peak?"

As Xiao Mo continued walking, he suddenly sensed thousands upon thousands of strands of sword-intent converging upon that particular peak.

"That peak is called Sword-Intent Peak."

Jiang Qingyi said slowly.

"Any cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm or above may leave their finest sword-intent upon that peak, for future generations to comprehend and learn from."

"And within the sect, whether outer disciples or elders and stewards, all may travel to Sword-Intent Peak to comprehend the sword-intent left there."

"I see." Xiao Mo nodded. This was, indeed, something the former Dragon Spring Sword Sect had lacked.

"Beyond Sword-Intent Peak lies a Sword Forest as well."

Jiang Qingyi pointed, continuing.

"Within the Sword Forest stands the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's own sword-forging hall, along with all manner of spirit swords gathered from outside the sect. These spirit swords together form a great array, their sword-qi so dense that a Golden Core realm cultivator entering it would feel as though being sliced apart by a thousand blades, though they would not die."

"Sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, at any cultivation level, wishing to wield a sword may enter and select one for themselves."

"Only, disciples in recent years seem rather lacking. The spirit swords within the Sword Forest haven't diminished at all, in fact, they keep growing in number."

As she spoke, Jiang Qingyi shook her head, carrying a note of frustrated disappointment.

And it was after Jiang Qingyi explained Sword-Intent Peak and the Sword Forest to Xiao Mo that she seemed to open up further, continuing to explain other important sites within the Ten Thousand Swords Sect but toward the end, Jiang Qingyi quietly closed her mouth.

She felt rather like a small girl who had achieved something remarkable outside, and now boasted about it before an adult, simply hoping for a single word of approval.

Xiao Mo did not feel this way at all, though.

In fact, Xiao Mo's heart carried a certain complexity of its own.

When he had left, Qingyi had been nothing more than a young girl, understanding nothing of the world yet now, Qingyi had built this vast sect.

This was not something one could achieve through cultivation level alone. Never mind that Qingyi had, at the time, been merely a Jade Simplicity realm cultivator.

The scheming and intrigue within the sect, the covetous eyes and hidden machinations from without.

Over all these years, Qingyi had surely endured no small amount of hardship.

As they walked, Xiao Mo stopped before a certain mountain peak, a flicker of remembrance passing through his eyes.

Xiao Mo instinctively began walking up toward this peak.

Jiang Qingyi gently clenched her fingers, but did not stop him, following Xiao Mo up the mountain as well.

Compared to the other renovated areas of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

This particular peak had not changed in the slightest, in all these thousands of years.

Every blade of grass, every tree, remained exactly as it had once been.

By the time Xiao Mo reached the summit, what met his eyes was that achingly familiar wooden cottage and courtyard.

Not far beyond the courtyard stood a great locust tree, its bark bearing sword marks from long ago, left there by a young girl practicing swordsmanship.

Within this very courtyard, he had once celebrated her birthday.

Within this very courtyard, he had once watched a shooting star streak across the heavens alongside her, watching her make a wish upon it.

Within this very courtyard, having returned gravely injured, she had cared for him tirelessly, day and night.

It felt as though... everything in the world had frozen, right here within this courtyard.

"Why is there no disciple living upon this particular peak?" Coming back to himself, Xiao Mo asked.

"This is the courtyard where I myself live. Why would other disciples come here?" Jiang Qingyi glanced at Xiao Mo.

"Then... am I intruding too much?" Xiao Mo asked.

"It's fine. There's nothing much inside anyway."

Jiang Qingyi answered coldly, walking into the courtyard.

Xiao Mo followed her inside.

Pushing open the door, the room's furnishings had not changed in the slightest, in all these thousands of years, preserved perfectly through some technique.

Xiao Mo even noticed several garments hanging within, ones he himself had once worn, a thousand years ago.

"These clothes belonged to my master. I don't have a habit of wearing men's clothing myself."

Noticing Xiao Mo's gaze, Jiang Qingyi explained.

"I used to live next door, while he lived in this very room."

"Sect Master Jiang's master must have departed quite some time ago..." Xiao Mo asked.

"Three thousand years now." Jiang Qingyi answered coldly.

"If Sect Master Jiang were to see your master again, is there anything you would wish to say to him?"

As Xiao Mo asked this question, a note of unease stirred within his own heart as well.

"I would ask him one question."

Jiang Qingyi lowered her head, thinking it over carefully, then raised her head, looking directly into Xiao Mo's eyes.

"I would ask him! In his heart, was I ever only his disciple!"