I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1125 417: Daoist Venerable's Disciplinary Rebel? Take a Big Sword Bath! (Part 2)

"Uh, brother, wait for me!" Shen Zhixia bit into the chicken leg as she hurried after him, and before leaving, she didn't forget to stuff two pig trotters in her pocket.

"Sect Master Ji, how did you and your dear disciple rest last night? Are you comfortable with the accommodations?" Huo Wuya turned to the pair sitting beside him and asked.

Bang—

The cup in Ling Ningzhi's hand fell onto the table, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes. She wondered if her master had noticed last night's absurdities.

Ji Hongxiu's ears were also faintly heated, worried that her disciple might find out that the person pressing her down last night was actually herself...

"What's the matter? Didn't sleep well?" Huo Wuya mistook their silence for dissatisfaction with the hospitality, thinking he had neglected his distinguished guests.

"Not bad."

"Pretty, pretty comfortable!"

The two exchanged a glance and then sheepishly looked away.

Ji Hongxiu cleared her throat and changed the subject, "Cough cough, besides, you've even taken out the maps, you really are pulling out all the stops... It seems you're determined to bring Chen Mo into your fold?"

Huo Wuya nodded and bluntly said, "Chen Mo's talent is extraordinarily unparalleled! I'm afraid I won't have the chance to break free in this lifetime, but if a disciple from my sect achieves the Great Dao, and sees the scenery beyond the sky for me, it would not be a wasted life!"

The Purple Refining Extreme Root Bone is excellent as well, future achievements shouldn't surpass him, but that's all there is to it.

To take that final step, talent, effort, and luck are indispensable, and Chen Mo is one of the two he thinks might break the confinement.

As for the other one...

He's still in the Imperial Palace, scheming and trying to grab hold of national fate!

"I know Chen Mo practices Daoist and Martial Dual Cultivation, if the Daoist Venerable has the same thought, we can definitely join forces!" Huo Wuya said enthusiastically, "If you guide him in Daoist Skill, and I focus on Martial Arts, his growth will undoubtedly be astonishing!"

Huo Wuya valued Chen Mo not only to achieve his unfulfilled goal but also harbored a small intention.

Now that the Demon Clan has retreated to the Northern Territory, afraid to show themselves, and the Barbarian Tribe is barely surviving under Chu Yanli's suppression, the turbulent situation in Great Yuan is gradually stabilizing.

After dealing with external threats, it's time to address internal worries.

The recent initiative by the Imperial College to have sect disciples study in the capital shows the trend; the court has set its sights on various sects, with the Three Saint Sect being the first target.

Although he is the Ultimate Venerable safeguarding the sect, the court wouldn't dare act rashly.

However, an Ultimate Venerable doesn't guarantee immortality, and when he passes, who'll be able to withstand Great Yuan's tens of thousands of iron cavalry?

Chen Mo's identity is quite unique, not only is he Shen Zhixia's fiancé but also a hot figure in court. If he could form a mentor-student relationship, it would provide the sect with a backup route.

"Disciple?"

Ji Hongxiu was momentarily silent.

She indeed had this thought before, but the current situation is different.

The two of them are already married in reality; if he joins the sect, wouldn't that be openly defying the mentor-student relationship?

Picturing Chen Mo calling her master while vigorously stirring the pot, it made her heart tremble. This wasn't just about violating ethics anymore; it was completely disregarding order and defying humanity!

"Forget it, I won't get involved." Ji Hongxiu shook her head, "But there's something I must remind you, Yu Youhan has a deep connection with Chen Mo, if you get too close to him, be careful of that female demon's watchful eyes."

Huo Wuya's expression turned serious, and he nodded, "Thank you, Sect Master Ji, for the warning. I understand."

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Ji Hongxiu thought of something, asking, "By the way, what did you mean when you mentioned the Asking Sword Pond earlier?"

Huo Wuya's lips curled slightly into a smile, "That's the sword trial ground at Martial Saint Mountain, where the sect's thousand-year Sword Intent resides. Soaking in the pool for half a day equals years of arduous cultivation, impossible for any Martial Cultivator to resist such allure!"

Since he wanted to accept a disciple, it couldn't just be by empty words, he had to show the foundation.

Ji Hongxiu frowned, "Isn't there a risk?"

"No." Huo Wuya waved his hand, "If you can't handle it, you can leave immediately. Besides, Jiang Zhiyun is accompanying him, no accidents can happen..."

Boom—

Just as he finished speaking, a loud rumble was heard.

Faintly, a loud dragon roar came from the direction of Luoxing Peak!

"What's going on?" Huo Wuya's expression tensed.

Moments later, Chai Haochuan rushed into the dining hall, gasping, "It's not, not good, Sect Master, Chen Wukui has drained the Asking Sword Pond!"

???

Everyone present froze in disbelief.

"What the heck?"

Huo Wuya felt a bit dazed, for a moment he didn't understand, "You said he drained the Asking Sword Pond dry?!"

...

...

Luoxing Peak.

Chen Mo walked beside Jiang Zhiyun, moving slowly along the mountain path, while Shen Zhixia followed behind, quietly nibbling on a pig's trotter.

"Peak Master."

"Greetings, Peak Master."

The disciples passing by bowed and greeted.

On the adjacent square, hundreds of people were practicing martial arts, their shouts echoing non-stop.

But looking around, they were almost all female cultivators, with only a few scattered among them being men.

Noticing Chen Mo's curious gaze, Jiang Zhiyun proactively explained, "The Four Peak Masters of the Martial Saint Mountain have different personalities and excel in different methods... Zi Wenzhong has a volatile nature, direct and open, focusing his cultivation technique on fierce attacks; Tan Han is calm and composed, extremely skillful in unadorned ways, primarily practicing horizontal exercises; and since I am a woman, I excel in using softness to overcome hardness, hence most of my disciples are also women."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment and said softly, "But it does not exclude some men who are naturally 'different from ordinary people' and align well with the cultivation techniques of Luoxing Peak. After all, teaching knows no classes, so I accept them all."

"You might as well say Little Nanliang fits right in?"

Chen Mo silently muttered in his heart.

This place is indeed more suited to Qiu Longgang, as having a group of burly men around isn't safe; after all, the end of Nanliang is the Northern Court...

The three arrived at the rear mountain, where it was divided by high walls with a tightly closed black gate in the middle.

Jiang Zhiyun stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker.

Creak—

The door opened by itself, and wisps of white steam drifted out through the crack.

The mist touched Chen Mo's skin and brought a faint tingling sensation, only then did he notice that those tiny water droplets carried strands of sword qi.

"Mr. Chen, follow me."

Jiang Zhiyun lifted her leg and walked inside.

Chen Mo and Shen Zhixia followed close behind.

Upon entering through the gate, there was a flourishing bamboo grove, each stalk sturdy and tall with deep cuts on them.

In the center of the bamboo grove lay a large pool, the water appearing in a peculiar light red hue, clear to the bottom, with several figures submerged in it, only their heads exposed above, seemingly meditating in cultivation.

Whoosh—

At this moment, a young man, his face pale, suddenly leaped out of the pool.

His robe was tattered and worn, his body covered in dense bloodstains, looking as if he had been slashed by swords, with some wounds deep enough to reach the bone.

He took out an alchemy pill and swallowed it, resting on the spot for a long time until his breath steadied.

"This is..." Chen Mo wondered aloud.

"The Asking Sword Pond, also known as the Sword Washing Pool, is one of the sect's secret grounds."

"Since the founding of Martial Saint Mountain, all martial cultivators in the Grandmaster Realm, including the Sect Master, must come here for sword cleansing."

Jiang Zhiyun explained, "Initially it was purely a ritual, but over time, the residual sword qi accumulated, forming a natural field of evil, by which Mr. Chen is now witnessing."

Chen Mo's heart stirred.

It's equivalent to saying this place has collected hundreds of years of evil qi, including even the sword intent of the Ultimate Venerable?

It's truly a grand sword-washing experience, isn't it?

"Ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter here, as they cannot bear the pain of sword qi entering the body, but for a Grandmaster, it's an excellent place to refine the physique," Jiang Zhiyun said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, would you like to give it a try?"

Chen Mo waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain, it's not quite appropriate, right?"

"No problem, you're not going to consume much sword qi on your own."

"Typically, a third-rank Grandmaster can last a half stick of incense in there, which is quite remarkable. Mr. Chen's power is formidable, with his physique far surpassing martial cultivators of the same realm, I estimate he should last about a full stick of incense."

Jiang Zhiyun had not witnessed Chen Mo's abilities directly, but being ranked first on the Cloud Top Ranking surely wouldn't be simple.

"Um... then I won't hold back?"

"Please."

Chen Mo was indeed curious about the effects of the sword qi bath, and directly stepped into the pool.