Chapter 163: Your Son Will Also Be a Dog

With the goal of breaking through to the Tiny Star Realm as soon as possible, Meng Yingxing had replaced sleep with cultivation since sneaking that kiss on Xiu Qingcheng last night, continuing until morning.

To better absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth during cultivation, Meng Yingxing specially ran outside his room and settled on a false mountain to cultivate.

Perhaps this was just an excuse.

Meng Yingxing was just afraid that having the defenseless Xiu Qingcheng beside him would make him spend more time staring at her.

Although that was also excellent, what Meng Yingxing needed to do more now was to become stronger, stronger, and stronger.

Because Meng Yingxing wanted to have enough qualifications at some point in the future to share mutual affection with his master and swear eternal vows before the painted hall.

Xiu Qingcheng had said that desire and obsession are the driving forces that push people forward.

If the previous Meng Yingxing wanted to prove himself, then now it was to stand on the same peak as Xiu Qingcheng.

But… more importantly, Meng Yingxing still needed to capture Xiu Qingcheng’s heart.

As for how exactly to do that, Meng Yingxing didn’t know.

Don’t rush, Meng Yingxing, don’t rush.

There is still plenty of time.

Meng Yingxing comforted himself this way.

Time passed unknowingly, and the night went by. His clothes were soaked by the morning dew.

Morning birds sang softly on the branches. A crystal-clear dewdrop condensed on the tip of Meng Yingxing’s hair and then fell to the ground.

Meng Yingxing’s long eyelashes trembled lightly. Just as he was about to end his night of cultivation, he heard Xiu Qingcheng’s voice from inside the room.

“Meng—Ying—Xing—you rebellious disciple! Get out here right now!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s voice was as clear and loud as a brass gong struck at midnight, yet it sounded extremely irritable, alarming the heart.

Now Meng Yingxing didn’t care about cultivation or whatever he was doing. He opened his eyes wide in a panic and scrambled down from the false mountain.

Not long after Xiu Qingcheng’s voice fell, her ears heard a commotion of chaos coming from outside.

Then, Meng Yingxing, with quite a bit of dew still on his face, rushed over, looking anxious.

“Master!? What’s wrong!?”

The moment she saw Meng Yingxing, Xiu Qingcheng immediately superimposed the figure of the adult Meng Yingxing from last night’s dream onto the young Meng Yingxing before her.

Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze flickered, dazed.

Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes flashed, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.

But Xiu Qingcheng quickly reacted, becoming even angrier.

“Rebellious disciple! Why aren’t you kneeling yet!?”

Xiu Qingcheng spoke through gritted teeth. The Ting Tian Sword pointed horizontally at Meng Yingxing in mid-air, looking him up and down as if she wanted to slice him into pieces any minute.

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng call him a rebellious disciple, Meng Yingxing’s heart skipped a beat, thinking she had discovered him sneaking a kiss last night.

With a guilty conscience, Meng Yingxing didn’t say a word and knelt down with a thud right on the spot.

Meng Yingxing kneeling so smoothly without even asking why caught Xiu Qingcheng somewhat off guard.

Telling Meng Yingxing to kneel just now was just words spoken in anger. Seeing this, Xiu Qingcheng, who wasn’t used to Meng Yingxing kneeling to her anyway, calmed down a bit.

“Just a dream, just a dream!”

“The world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable; this is not good, not good…”

Xiu Qingcheng inhaled deeply, and the Ting Tian Sword rose and fell in mid-air along with her breathing, as if undergoing a violent psychological struggle.

The one at fault wasn’t Meng Yingxing, but Nan Feixue…

Nan Feixue, you lewd woman! Being captured by the Qingling Sect serves you right!

Although Xiu Qingcheng kept giving herself a clear culprit, seeing Meng Yingxing now always reminded her of what the adult version of Meng Yingxing did to her in the dream.

Fck your mother! She still remembered that in the dream, her waist and ankles were pinched red by Meng Yingxing! Her wrists were chafed by those spiritual energy chains!

Bent open so many times, so many times!

Xiu Qingcheng never thought that one day she would be forced by a man…

Meng Yingxing watched the Ting Tian Sword, which had suddenly fallen silent but was still swaying back and forth in mid-air, carefully, his heart beating like a drum.

Feeling he should at least die knowing why, Meng Yingxing decided to ask:

“Master… I… what did I do?”

“Nothing, get up. I just had a dream.”

Meng Yingxing could clearly hear the sound of Xiu Qingcheng inhaling while speaking, raising doubts in his heart.

Why did Master make him kneel… and then make him get up again?

Meng Yingxing stood up from the ground anyway.

“A dream? Master, you… what did you dream about?”

Ask? You still ask?

Xiu Qingcheng really had nowhere to vent the feelings in her heart. In the end, she couldn’t hold back and knocked the sword hilt onto Meng Yingxing’s skull.

“Being gnawed on by a dog————”

She squeezed the words out one by one through clenched back molars.

Meng Yingxing, seeing stars from Xiu Qingcheng’s hit this time, was completely confused.

But he could also relax because of this; Master didn’t remember what happened after getting drunk last night.

Tianfeng Sect, Forbidden Peak.

Accompanied by He Yundan, Mo Xinzi walked along the mountain path to the summit of the Forbidden Peak.

Although he hadn’t visited here for many years, Mo Xinzi felt that not a single blade of grass or tree, not a single scene here had changed.

He Yundan told Mo Xinzi about the situation on the Forbidden Peak during his absence, but Mo Xinzi’s gaze was distant, seeming not to have listened much.

They passed through layers of formations and guards under the Forbidden Peak until they stopped on that platform.

Today was sunny, with boundless skylight.

Under the illumination of the skylight, the huge prism-shaped amethyst crystal was emitting dazzling brilliance.

In stark contrast to this dazzling crystal was the man bound by iron chains beneath it.

The man’s clothes were ragged and dusty.

Upon seeing the man, light appeared in Mo Xinzi’s eyes.

He strolled forward, a seemingly incredibly affectionate smile appearing on his face.

“Oh my, oh my, isn’t this Senior Brother Lu Tianzhao, who was saving the common people?”

“Haven’t seen you for so many years; you’re still the same as before!”

He Yundan tactfully stood in place watching Mo Xinzi and Lu Tianzhao, not following Mo Xinzi forward.

Mo Xinzi spread his arms, as if to embrace Lu Tianzhao on the ground.

Seeing Mo Xinzi, Lu Tianzhao charged madly at him, his whole body erupting with power as sharp as a sword.

Mo Xinzi’s smile gradually turned cold. The pitch-black Yao Que Sword was already suspended in front of him, blocking all attacks for him.

Bound by iron chains, Lu Tianzhao was only a step away from Mo Xinzi but could advance no further.

Seeing Lu Tianzhao in such a state, Mo Xinzi’s smile turned mocking.

“Lu Tianzhao, do you know, where is the appearance of the proud son of heaven from back then!?”

“You are just a mad dog now!”

While Mo Xinzi spoke, Lu Tianzhao released a wave of sword energy. The sword wave sliced iron like mud, shattering the surrounding mountain rocks.

But it couldn’t break Mo Xinzi’s defense.

“Oh, right. Have you seen your son?”

Mo Xinzi suddenly thought of something, raised an eyebrow, and his expression became playful.

“His name is Meng Yingxing now. Like you, he has a Natural Sword Intent Physique.”

“It’s just a pity he didn’t inherit Feng Lianshu’s demonic power.”

“But I will help you train him well, making him the most loyal dog of the Tianfeng Sect.”

“You are a mad dog; he is a puppy.”

Mo Xinzi spoke to Lu Tianzhao with utmost mockery, wanting to trample Lu Tianzhao into the dust step by step.

But Lu Tianzhao only revealed killing intent, attacking everything around him indiscriminately.

“Human sacrifice for the calamity that cracks the sky, demon sacrifice for the vessel that resists the sky.”

“You all gave everything for the Tianfeng Sect, and Meng Yingxing will do the same.”

After speaking coldly, Mo Xinzi turned to leave with the silent He Yundan.

From the corner of his eye, Mo Xinzi suddenly glimpsed a smear of dried blood on the ground.

His steps paused, and he walked to the bloodstain.

“Someone else has been here?” Mo Xinzi asked coldly, looking at the blood on the ground.

He Yundan hurriedly said: “Recently, unclean things seem to have appeared in the sect.”

“I have already sent people to investigate.”

“Judging by the situation, they probably came for that matter as well.”

Mo Xinzi’s gaze toward the bloodstain deepened, his expression becoming colder and frostier.

Wuyun Peak, Disciple’s Residence, where Meng Yingxing is.

“Master, eating?”

“Not eating, no appetite.”

Meng Yingxing felt the sky was falling; his master actually didn’t love eating anymore.

“Master, are there any changes to today’s cultivation plan?”

“Add three hundred plus six hundred to all items.”

“Yes, Master.”

Master seemed stricter today.

What exactly happened?

Meng Yingxing, who had been confused all day, didn’t realize an even more serious matter until the end of the day.

His Sword Spirit master actually hadn’t transformed into human form all day today.