We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 643: Your Majesty... Is There Someone You Love?

The Dao Inquiry Platform.

With every sword strike Xiao Mo unleashed, sword-qi struck down upon wooden training post after wooden training post, leaving gash after gash behind.

These wooden posts had been transported from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, carved from a wood called "ironwood," a rather precious material. Even a sword cultivator below the Nascent Soul realm, striking with their full strength, could leave no more than a mark upon it.

And based on the depth of each mark, and the clarity of its edges, one could judge the strength of the sword-qi involved, and the degree of its "purity."

Over these past days, the sword marks Xiao Mo left upon the ironwood grew deeper with each passing day, every stroke remarkably clear, surpassing even what an ordinary Golden Core realm sword cultivator could achieve.

Just as Xiao Mo practiced the Grass Character Sword Formula again and again, as always, a streak of sword-light flashed before his eyes.

Xiao Mo felt not the slightest surprise.

He stepped forward, meeting the blade head-on.

Right after, the two swords clashed ceaselessly, sword-qi raging like a fierce wind.

Only, gradually, Xiao Mo sensed something was off.

Ordinarily, even with Jiang Qingyi suppressing her own cultivation level to match his own, Xiao Mo would still find himself struggling considerably.

After all, even with equal cultivation levels, Jiang Qingyi's understanding of the Dao of the sword still far surpassed his own.

Xiao Mo knew that his previous victory over Jiang Qingyi, cutting through her veil, had simply been a stroke of luck.

Especially since that day, Jiang Qingyi seemed to practice sword with him even more seriously, unwilling to lose a second time but today, Xiao Mo sensed a certain ease in their exchange.

He kept feeling that Jiang Qingyi seemed to be preoccupied with something.

"Clang!"

As their swords crossed once more.

Sword-qi scattered outward, and Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi both drew apart from one another.

"I never expected I'd manage to fight Sect Master Jiang to a draw today." Xiao Mo swept his sword through a flourish, sheathing it, settling the spiritual energy within his body.

"Hmph, merely a stroke of luck." Jiang Qingyi said coldly.

"Is that so?" Xiao Mo looked at the woman before him. "But I keep sensing it's not luck at all, but rather that Sect Master Jiang seems somewhat distracted today?"

"Is that so?" Jiang Qingyi turned her head away.

"I sense that it is." Xiao Mo nodded.

"Then your senses are wrong." Jiang Qingyi sheathed her sword, smoothing her robe, seating herself upon the steps.

Xiao Mo smiled, seating himself beside Jiang Qingyi, “Often, keeping things bottled up inside isn't good for you. The more you hold it in, the more uncomfortable it becomes. But speaking it aloud, even if it can't be resolved, still brings considerable relief. Don't you think, Sect Master Jiang?"

"Why do I feel like Your Majesty is lecturing me?" Jiang Qingyi turned her head, glancing at Xiao Mo.

"Am I?" Xiao Mo said innocently. "I'm simply sharing a bit of my own life's reflections, that's all."

"Life's reflections?" Jiang Qingyi laughed. "Your Majesty is barely past twenty, not yet even thirty. I've lived three thousand years. Could Your Majesty possibly have lived longer than I have?"

"..."

Xiao Mo found himself, for a moment, at a loss for words.

This girl used to be so obedient, so sweet, like cotton candy, agreeing with whatever he said.

How had she now learned to talk back to her own master?

The more he thought about it, the more Xiao Mo felt a certain wistful melancholy and Jiang Qingyi, watching Xiao Mo's flustered, tongue-tied expression, could not help but let a small smile curve at the corners of her mouth.

Even this faint smile made her all the more strikingly beautiful.

"That's it, smile more often." Xiao Mo praised, watching her smile. "Sect Master Jiang has grown into such a graceful, striking woman, and few women in this world could rival her beauty, yet she stays so cold all the time, always keeping such a stern face. Why? Smiling suits her so much better."

"Your Majesty talks too much."

Hearing Xiao Mo's praise, Jiang Qingyi immediately withdrew her smile.

The next moment, Jiang Qingyi drew a jar of wine from her storage pouch, along with two large bowls, “I have a jar of wine here, called Immortal-Drunk Brew. As the name suggests, even an Immortal realm cultivator would grow drunk drinking it. Does Your Majesty dare try it?"

"Of course I'll drink it. Why wouldn't I dare? Since Sect Master Jiang offers the drink, how could I refuse?" Xiao Mo took the large bowl from her hand himself. "Come, fill it up."

Jiang Qingyi filled a bowl for Xiao Mo, then poured one for herself.

After a single bowl of Immortal-Drunk Brew, Xiao Mo felt his whole body considerably more relaxed, the spiritual energy within him recovering rapidly as well.

Only, the wine's aftereffects proved genuinely strong.

Just one bowl, and Xiao Mo's face had already flushed red.

Jiang Qingyi, too, tilted her head back, draining her bowl in one go, that generous, spirited manner, paired with the crisp single ponytail at the back of her head, genuinely carrying the air of a wandering swordswoman of the martial world.

Drinking one bowl after another, Jiang Qingyi said nothing, simply drinking steadily and Xiao Mo asked no further questions, simply keeping her company.

Xiao Mo noticed that Jiang Qingyi was not using her spiritual energy to resist the wine's effects, but rather deliberately suppressing the spiritual energy within her body.

This immortal brew left even Jiang Qingyi, at the Ascension realm, with flushed cheeks.

"Your Majesty... is there someone you love?"

Half the jar of wine gone, Jiang Qingyi spoke slowly, a faint trace of drunkenness showing in her eyes.

The woman's flushed cheeks looked all the more striking, like spring peach blossoms in full bloom.

"There should be... no one, I suppose..." Xiao Mo shook his head.

"Oh? Your Majesty's two consorts are beautiful as immortals themselves. You don't like them?" Jiang Qingyi asked with a smile.

"So-called love isn't just about looks." Xiao Mo let out a soft sigh. "I find them... somewhat difficult to read."

Xiao Mo changed the subject, “Why does Sect Master Jiang ask this? Is there someone Sect Master Jiang loves?"

"Heh heh heh..." Jiang Qingyi smiled, tilting her head back to drink.

As the smile faded from Jiang Qingyi's face, a note of melancholy showed in her eyes, and she spoke slowly, a single word, “Yes."

"Only... what does it matter, even if there is?"

Jiang Qingyi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the clear wine in her bowl reflecting her breathtaking face.

"When I was young, he treated me as a girl who understood nothing at all."

"Now that I've grown up, he still treats me as that same girl from years ago."

"It seems, in his eyes, no matter how much time passes, I will never grow up at all."

"..."

Xiao Mo did not answer, only gripping the clay bowl in his hand.

"Your Majesty, tell me, how should I make him fall for me?" Jiang Qingyi turned her head, looking earnestly at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo shook his head, speaking slowly, “I believe Sect Master Jiang must surely hold an extraordinarily important place in his heart. But Sect Master Jiang, love is something mutual. Some things simply cannot be forced."

"Is that so? Truly cannot be forced?" Jiang Qingyi raised her head, gazing off into the distant sky. "But what if I insist on forcing it anyway?"

With these words, Jiang Qingyi picked up the wine jar, slowly pouring the crystal-clear liquid into Xiao Mo's bowl.

Only, as Jiang Qingyi poured the wine, a tiny, butterfly-shaped gu insect quietly slipped into the bowl, dissolving into the wine itself.

"Right now, I don't want to be merely the little girl in his eyes anymore."