We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

After Sili left the sleeping quarters, she walked toward a certain direction, where the Zhou Kingdom ruler’s bedchamber was located.

To investigate whether a person’s soul was the reincarnation one sought was not such a simple matter.

Unless one was an Ascension realm cultivator who was proficient in soul techniques and had countless connections with the other party’s past life, only then could one tell at first glance.

Otherwise, one would need to use some other methods.

There were many such methods.

The one Sili used was a traditional blood technique from the Western Region, using a magical artifact to continuously collect Xiao Mo’s blood for seven days.

This magical artifact originally retained blood from Xiao Mo’s previous life.

After seven days, if this Zhou Kingdom ruler was the master’s reincarnation, the magical artifact would react. However, how to obtain Xiao Mo’s blood was indeed something that required consideration.

Although it was said that after ancient Great Qin, successive dynasty emperors were not permitted to surpass the Foundation Building realm. However, under the rules set by that Great Qin monarch, as long as successive dynasty emperors were in the imperial palace, their spirits could not be controlled.

So Sili couldn’t use illusion arts, otherwise she was confident that with just one glance, she could make that Zhou Kingdom ruler willingly kneel down to polish her shoes.

Soon, Sili arrived at the bedchamber where Xiao Mo resided.

The reason Sili knew the way was because when she entered the palace today, a female official had specially explained to Sili and the others the residences of the Zhou Kingdom ruler, the Empress Dowager, and the two future ladies.

The female official had even deliberately led them through once, fearing they would go to the wrong place and offend His Majesty or disturb the ladies.

“Setting other things aside, this mortal emperor certainly enjoys his blessings.”

Looking at the Zhou Kingdom ruler’s bedchamber and the two imperial consort courtyards beside it, Sili could even imagine in her mind the appearance of this Zhou Kingdom ruler’s future nights of song and pleasure.

“Go.”

Sili took a Sky Horn Mosquito out from her spirit pet pouch.

After receiving its master’s command, the Sky Horn Mosquito flew toward the bedchamber.

The time it took to drink a cup of tea later, the Sky Horn Mosquito flew to Sili’s side and landed on the back of her hand.

“Buzz buzz buzz.” The Sky Horn Mosquito vibrated its wings, constantly calling out.

“He’s not there?” Sili’s eyes revealed confusion.

This Zhou Kingdom ruler didn’t need to handle court affairs, and no ladies had entered the palace yet.

Moreover, before his future consorts became pregnant, that Empress Dowager wouldn’t possibly let him favor palace maids, so where could he be spending the night?

“Stay here. When the Zhou Kingdom ruler returns, extract fresh blood for me daily. Understand?”

Low-level spirit pets like the Sky Horn Mosquito had low intelligence and even extremely poor sense of direction. Having it extract fresh blood and come find her would be impossible.

So Sili planned to leave the Sky Horn Mosquito here and come collect it herself late at night.

Just as Sili turned around, planning to return to her residence to rest, she sensed something and looked in a certain direction.

Sili’s brow furrowed slightly.

She sensed a sharp sword qi. This sword qi made her very uncomfortable.

It was somewhat like that night.

That unreasonable woman!

Within the Zhou Kingdom’s National Preceptor’s Manor.

Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi’s sword qi filled the entire courtyard.

Under the moonlight, their long swords gleamed coldly, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating.

The woman’s skirt hem danced with her sword.

Although each of her sword strikes was clean and decisive, extremely sharp, they appeared like dancing, giving people a pleasing aesthetic beauty.

Finding a weakness, the long sword in Jiang Qingyi’s hand twisted like a beauty’s slender waist, coiling around the long sword in Xiao Mo’s hand.

Jiang Qingyi drew Xiao Mo’s long sword forward in a thrust. Xiao Mo’s body lost its center of gravity and was about to fall forward but Jiang Qingyi turned, her soft back pressing against Xiao Mo’s front. The long sword in her hand turned backward, stabilizing Xiao Mo’s form while the sword edge rested against Xiao Mo’s neck.

“I lose.”

Xiao Mo sighed. He had thought that after his physique strengthened considerably, today he could fight her to an even match but unexpectedly, after a full day of sparring, he was still completely outmatched throughout.

“Losing to me is no shame,” Jiang Qingyi said coldly, lowering the long sword in her hand.

Jiang Qingyi sat back in her chair and drank a cup of tea.

Xiao Mo also sat beside her, closing his eyes in meditation, recalling the entire day’s exchanges with her, refining his sword intent.

Jiang Qingyi turned her head to glance at Xiao Mo and didn’t disturb him. However, Jiang Qingyi’s heart held some amazement.

She discovered that Xiao Mo’s rate of progress was becoming faster and faster.

His energy was more abundant than before, and he could even withstand much more than before.

Today he had sparred with her over ten times, from morning to evening without resting for long.

Moreover, after each brief rest, whether it was Xiao Mo’s sword technique, sword qi, or sword intent, all had improved considerably.

If it were like before, Xiao Mo would have long since collapsed exhausted on the ground.

Jiang Qingyi felt that if this continued, if she wanted to suppress him while at the same realm, it seemed it would become increasingly difficult.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingyi felt somewhat happy yet also somewhat displeased.

Happy about his progress.

Displeased that she didn’t like being pressed beneath him in the future. However, speaking of which, he clearly had better choices, yet insisted on staying in the imperial palace and refused to leave with her no matter what.

An incense stick’s time later, Xiao Mo deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Spiritual power circulated around Xiao Mo’s body and then dispersed.

Finally, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.

“Not bad.”

After Xiao Mo’s energy calmed down, Jiang Qingyi slowly spoke.

“You’ve already reached the perfection of Qi Refinement twelfth layer. From when you embarked on the path of cultivation until now, it’s been merely a short year’s time. Your talent is indeed acceptable.”

After speaking, Jiang Qingyi’s eyes stared at Xiao Mo like swords, “I’ll ask you one final time! Will you truly not return to the sect with me?

In ancient times, after that Great Qin monarch issued the imperial edict, mortal emperors’ cultivation found it difficult to break through the Foundation Building realm.

Moreover, even if the Great Qin monarch hadn’t issued that edict, in the legends of ancient times, emperors who stepped into the Golden Core realm were pitifully few.

After all, cultivation requires single-minded focus, requires unobstructed thoughts yet in the imperial court, scheming and plotting all day, playing with power tactics, how many people can concentrate on cultivation? Can have unobstructed thoughts?

Never mind mortal dynasties. Even among mountain sects’ sect masters, most only hold the position nominally. They focus on cultivation to anchor the sect, while most affairs are handled by vice sect masters.

So staying here, you’re just wasting your talent!”

“Thank you for Fairy Jiang’s kind intentions.”

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head.

“But I truly don’t plan to leave. Moreover, heaven never bars one’s way. I plan to try breaking through to Foundation Building myself first.”

“Stubborn and obstinate!”

Jiang Qingyi snorted coldly and turned to walk into the room.

“When His Majesty dies of old age someday, I won’t even come back to look at His Majesty once!”