Chapter 159: What Realm? Still Daring to Recite Poetry?
“Meng… Changqing?!” Mo Xiaoyu was stunned.
That previous sword strike was from Meng Changqing!
This was Sword Twenty, which could only be executed when “Great Evolution Twenty-Three Swords” was mastered!
Meng Changqing had already mastered it in such a short time, possibly less than a month, while she was still at the beginner level.
Strictly speaking, her progress was already fast since it was an incredibly profound Heaven-level sword technique.
But compared to Meng Changqing, the gap was absurdly large. Googlᴇ search novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Mo Xiaoyu suddenly felt like maybe he was the true innate sword body, and she was the fake one.
In the next second, an even more shocking scene occurred.
Demonic energy surged, and countless black chains appeared, refining the three demons.
“Demonic energy!” Mo Xiaoyu was startled and instinctively wanted to draw her sword, thinking Meng Changqing was possessed by a demon.
But she quickly sensed something was off.
Meng Changqing’s demonic energy was pure, without any negative emotions, completely different from the demons.
Moreover, if he was possessed, she would be the one dying, not the three demons.
Though young, her mind occasionally worked well.
“You didn’t draw your sword. I thought you would mistake me for a demon,” Meng Changqing absorbed the three wisps of demonic energy, then turned around, a smile appearing on his cold face.
“Hmph!” Mo Xiaoyu’s face suddenly turned red.
She realized Meng Changqing was shirtless, revealing his perfect muscle contours.
At this moment, though Meng Changqing lacked his usual elegance, he was particularly attractive, especially with his cold and stern face, deep eyes like stars, and an incredibly confident and domineering aura, as if nothing in the world could stop him.
“What, you have nothing to say because I was right?” Meng Changqing’s lips curved slightly.
“No!” Mo Xiaoyu snapped back to reality, quickly collecting her scattered thoughts, and pouted, “Why do you have demonic energy?”
“It’s a secret. Remember to keep it for me,” Meng Changqing raised a finger to his lips in a hush gesture.
“What do I get in return?” Mo Xiaoyu seized the opportunity to extort, her eyes sparkling.
“I saved your life and haven’t asked you for anything yet,” Meng Changqing lightly tapped Mo Xiaoyu’s forehead.
Mo Xiaoyu immediately covered her forehead, speechless.
It seemed reasonable.
“But as your uncle, I’ll give you something nice,” Meng Changqing took out two wisps of demonic energy from his storage ring, planning to give them to the sect anyway.
Letting Mo Xiaoyu try them first was no problem.
“What is this?” Mo Xiaoyu was curious.
She had never seen demonic energy, but her consciousness in the sea of awareness showed a craving, indicating it was something good.
“Demonic energy,” Meng Changqing replied.
“Demonic energy?!” Mo Xiaoyu exclaimed, remembering her master mentioning that it was the best cultivation resource for Divine Attainment Realm warriors but difficult to refine.
She didn’t expect Meng Changqing to have it.
“Is it really for me?” Mo Xiaoyu rubbed her hands together.
“Of course, but you have to call me uncle.”
“Uncle!” Mo Xiaoyu didn’t hesitate, having called him that many times before.
She had no mental barriers left.
Meng Changqing was speechless.
He thought she would be shy for a while but didn’t expect her to agree so quickly.
He handed the demonic energy to Mo Xiaoyu.
After absorbing it, her eyes shone like bright lights in the dark, staring at Meng Changqing.
“Uncle, my good uncle, can I have more?” Tasting the benefit, Mo Xiaoyu shamelessly hugged Meng Changqing’s leg, using the exclusive child skill with pitiful puppy eyes, a soft, sweet voice, and shaking.
“I want more~” Her cute big eyes were very persuasive.
Even Meng Changqing was ‘seriously affected’.
He lightly coughed and ‘disdainfully’ tossed down several more wisps, which were useless to him now.
Mo Xiaoyu happily squinted her eyes like crescent moons.
At this moment, a terrifying aura swept from afar, far surpassing any previous demon they had encountered!
“A Level 5 peak demon. A true big shot,” Meng Changqing’s lips curved.
He had lost count of how many demons he had killed, but over ten Level 5 low-tier and mid-tier demons, equivalent to over ten Divine Attainment Realm warriors, was a significant loss for any force.
Although the incoming presence was strong and imposing, as long as it wasn’t Level 6, Meng Changqing didn’t care.
He was nearly invincible within the Divine Attainment Realm.
Unlike others, he welcomed more such demons.
“Uncle,” Mo Xiaoyu’s demeanor changed, her face serious.
This demon was much stronger than the previous ones.
“Don’t worry, stand aside,” Meng Changqing patted her head.
For the first time, Mo Xiaoyu didn’t resist.
“I can help,” she said earnestly.
“Relax, in this realm, I’m invincible,” Meng Changqing’s black hair fluttered in the wind, his handsome face showing a confident smile, mesmerizing Mo Xiaoyu for a moment.
“All seen in the demon soil are dead souls, blood pointing to reincarnation without salvation,” a cold voice echoed in the sky, seemingly from all directions.
Amidst the demonic energy, a figure slowly appeared, wearing a black robe, hands behind his back, blood-red eyes exuding a chilling coldness.
“My name is Duoming. Human, you may surrender,” the demon’s expression was indifferent, as if he had already decided Meng Changqing’s fate.
“What realm are you at, still reciting poetry? Are you preparing your own epitaph?” Meng Changqing took a step forward, facing the demon from a distance.