Chapter 478: Chapter 280: Dragon vs. Elephant, Sword vs. Hammer (Part 1)_2

"Very sensible, very sensible."

Mo Tian Sheng raised an eyebrow, once again seeing this Silver Hammer Grand Protector in a new light.

So young to have achieved the status of Grandmaster, yet not overly arrogant, clearly aware of his position.

This mindset is extremely rare.

"Young Master Pei isn’t feeling wronged, I hope?"

He spoke with a hint of a smile, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Not at all, to be honest, I’ve long admired Miss Mu’s grace, to witness her celestial beauty is truly a blessing over three lifetimes."

Pei Yuanqing sincerely said.

Miss Mu?

Mo Tian Sheng was taken aback.

This kid’s ambitions are really high.

Junior Brother Chunyu’s carefully nurtured cabbage, how could it be so easily obtained by you!

"Young Master Pei has misunderstood, Zhaoyang’s sword has not yet reached the time to emerge."

Mo Tian Sheng shook his head.

"Then who will it be?"

Pei Yuanqing furrowed his brows, puzzled and confused.

Among the young talents of the Meridian Sword Sect this generation, aside from Mu Zhaoyang’s great reputation and attention,

only a few like Long Tingfeng and Yun Zhengfeng were left.

But the latter few, frankly speaking, truly do not compare to someone like Pei Yuanqing, a world-class genius.

The gap between them is too great, like clouds and mud.

"When the time comes, Young Master Pei will know."

Mo Tian Sheng flicked his fingers swiftly, threads of sword qi as thin as silk crossed and instantly blocked Pei Yuanqing’s true energy flow.

"Since that person is only at the Third Training Level, I specifically suppressed Young Master Pei’s cultivation, please don’t mind."

Pei Yuanqing’s body slightly stiffened, his powerful true energy congealing like iron and stone.

No matter how he tried to mobilize it, it was futile.

This world-class genius was both amazed at the divine power giant’s methods and spoke sincerely:

"Senior, why don’t you seal my five viscera and six bowels as well?

Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back and might hurt your sect’s disciples."

Mo Tian Sheng was surprised, this youngster is not pretending anymore?

Finally showing a bit of arrogance?

"Four Cultivation Circulation Qi Collection, I dare not say I’m firmly in first place."

Despite Pei Yuanqing’s obedient demeanor, he still revealed a hint of the rebellious spirit befitting his age and cultivation.

"But with the Third-Stage Water and Fire Immortal Robe, having fought in forty some battles, I’ve yet to taste defeat."

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"A night without sleep, feeling invigorated!"

Bai Qi pushed open the door, last night a light rain had fallen, the air was quite fresh, slightly cool mixed with a hint of floral fragrance.

He donned his robe, tied his belt, after a whole night of meditation and training without slackening, he had only just refined seventeen or eighteen strands of abundant spiritual energy.

His physical body’s qi and blood had advanced to an incredibly full state, his limbs and bones emanating a scorching aura, like a dragon several feet high coiled around him.

In the barely developed Lung Palace, the sword shape expanded, filled with spiritual force, truly beneficial.

"A night’s cultivation far surpasses several months of hard work. No wonder everyone desires to become a Lay Daoist Official and receive the Dragon Court’s salary."

Bai Qi couldn’t help but feel regretful, had he known earlier he wouldn’t have resisted entering the Daoist School as a student.

He could have smashed a few Four Reversals Sect strongholds, made great achievements, and smoothly risen through the ranks.

Becoming a Purple Register Daoist Official of the Prefecture City shouldn’t be difficult.

"The Three Yang Sect is more significant than the Four Reversals Sect. If I were to take the lead in surrendering, would the Dragon Court not confer on me the title of Prince or Duke, a few Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands, never worrying about spiritual energy again in this lifetime?"

Bai Qi rubbed his chin, the playful thought flashed by, but Master is after all an assassin of kings, where would there be an opportunity for such amnesty for a great bandit?

Moreover, historically surrendering factions have never had a good end.

After washing up, just as he was about to leave for breakfast, with the intent to visit Ah Di Bai Ming at Yuanyang Temple,

he saw Mo Tian Sheng, hair and beard as white as snow, already sitting in the main hall.

"Second Uncle, good morning, have you eaten yet?"

Bai Qi greeted warmly.

Having personally experienced that cauldron of spiritual energy, he realized its preciousness.

This family background is deep and has impressive connections.

It must be held onto tightly and served well.

"Qi Lang, how do you perceive your martial skills?"

Mo Tian Sheng asked leisurely.

"I think they should be alright, somewhat proficient in martial arts."

Bai Qi replied modestly.

These words came from his heart, he truly couldn’t judge whether his martial skills were high or low.

After all, having achieved full mastery of Golden Flesh and Jade Veins and Mercury Blood Silver Marrow, and breaking through the Third-Skin Refining Barrier, he hadn’t yet sparred with anyone.

Master Ninghai Zen often said that martial skills are for the victors.

The martial world emphasizes standing above others; only those standing can claim supremacy.

"Qi Lang, your elder wants to test your abilities.

I’ll find you a well-matched opponent, if you win, I’ll gift you another cauldron of spiritual energy, how about that?"

Mo Tian Sheng coaxed gently, he was intent on probing this Little Daoist’s capabilities.

To prepare for the upcoming competition at the Sword Sea and climbing Shenxiu Peak.

If he could surpass Pei Yuanqing of the same realm, it would prove that Bai Qi not only had exceptional talent in the Sword Dao but also truly outstanding in Martial Dao.

At least leaving a name at the Sword Sea temple gate wouldn’t be difficult, sparing further worry.

"An opponent?"

Bai Qi scratched his head, he was planning to find Xu Zirong to stretch his muscles, never expecting Old Mo to take the initiative.

It’s like a pillow sent right when you’re dozing off!

He pretended to hesitate:

"Second Uncle, you might not know, before I left, Master instructed me to endure if possible, to value harmony, and not to engage in disputes..."

Your master’s temperament is too mild!

Mo Tian Sheng’s eyebrows twitched, seemingly displeased.

How can us Sword Cultivators lack the resolve to dominate?

"Qi Lang, this matter will be known only to heaven and earth, you and I know, if we don’t speak, how would your master find out."

Mo Tian Sheng softened his tone, knowing well how to handle Little Daoists, you must go with the flow.

Commanding and pompous would inevitably be annoying.

"Since Second Uncle puts it that way, I will reluctantly give it a try."