Chapter 166: I Won’t Listen

“Six hundred—”

Meng Yingxing finished his last push-up.

Xiu Qingcheng, like a floating sprite, jumped off Meng Yingxing’s back and sat in the empty mid-air.

In two or three bites, she finished gnawing on the fruit in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Meng Yingxing, relieved of the pressure on his back, let out a long sigh of relief, flipped over, sat on the ground, and panted heavily.

“Fei Yun, An Han, Bu Jian Shan, Tian Yuan…”

“So the ones that can make it onto this Eternal Famous Sword List are all these swords.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s slender, jade-like fingers flipped through the pages, her gray pupils flashing with interest as she looked at the mysterious divine weapons introduced page by page in the book.

Every page of the Eternal Famous Sword List recorded famous swords that once existed or still existed in the Nine Provinces of Jintian.

Moreover, the records were incredibly detailed; one wondered which capable person’s hand they came from.

“Why were you looking for me?”

While flipping through carefully, Xiu Qingcheng asked Meng Yingxing beside her with some curiosity.

Meng Yingxing’s gaze flickered towards Xiu Qingcheng, and he said without concealment:

“I just wanted to use more channels to let myself understand Master a bit more.”

“Thinking that since Master always mentions the name Ting Tian, maybe there would be relevant records.”

“Is that so.”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng’s fingers flipping the pages paused for a moment before continuing to turn them.

“But it seems it’s not in this book.”

“The people who compiled this book truly have no insight; they didn’t even put my Ting Tian name on it. It’s better to read less of this kind of book.”

“Master is absolutely right; I see many powerful swords are also not recorded within.”

Meng Yingxing stared at Xiu Qingcheng, who was reading the Eternal Famous Sword List with gusto, and nodded with a smile.

He saw that his master seemed to be reading quite happily herself.

The Eternal Famous Sword List consisted mostly of illustrations; although it was a somewhat thick book, Xiu Qingcheng quickly flipped to the last page.

On the last page, there was a book title and a note from the person who mass-produced the Eternal Famous Sword List.

“With the idea of seeing which blind author published this book,” Xiu Qingcheng took a few more glances at this last page.

There, on a large blank space, the three words “Author Feng Xiaotai” were strikingly visible.

Feng Xiaotai.

Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze focused; accompanying this name, it felt as if something was about to surge out from the ocean of her memories.

“I construct the diagrams of ten thousand divine weapons, and once presented seven swords of clarity to the world—”

A distorted voice, distant to the point of being bizarre, seemed to cross layers of time barriers and finally sounded by Xiu Qingcheng’s ear.

“It turns out to be her.”

“The previous sword master seemed, probably, maybe, to be called by this name.”

To be honest, with so many sword masters, Xiu Qingcheng only had a deep impression of Meng Yingxing.

Xiu Qingcheng’s memory was blurry, but ultimately she remembered something.

“Eh, Disciple, look, the author of this book is Feng Xiaotai!”

As if discovering a new continent, Xiu Qingcheng held the book in reverse, excitedly wanting Meng Yingxing to see the author’s name.

“Feng Xiaotai? I know; she seems to be a very famous Divine Weapon Smith.”

Meng Yingxing nodded, not knowing why Master had such a feeling about this name.

“That little girl was actually a Divine Weapon Smith? Regardless of that, what I want to say is she was the previous master of the Ting Tian Sword, and also…”

With an emotion like a child showing off something only they knew, Xiu Qingcheng began to count off details about Feng Xiaotai on her fingers for Meng Yingxing.

She also wanted to say that the Divine Weapon Diagram Secret Realm, the foundation of the Tianfeng Sect, was actually Feng Xiaotai’s handwriting. However, the moment Meng Yingxing heard Xiu Qingcheng was going to talk about the Ting Tian Sword’s previous master, the smile on his face immediately faded a few degrees.

“Master, I won’t listen.”

Saying this, Meng Yingxing somewhat willfully covered his ears with both hands.

Seeing this, Xiu Qingcheng floated to Meng Yingxing’s ear and forcefully tried to pry Meng Yingxing’s ear open.

As a result, this guy was determined not to listen; without using some real skill, Xiu Qingcheng really couldn’t pry open Meng Yingxing’s hands.

“Fine, if you won’t listen, then don’t listen.”

She actually didn’t want to share that much anyway.

Pfft!

Meng Yingxing released his ears.

“Really not listening?”

Xiu Qingcheng immediately leaned close to Meng Yingxing’s ear.

Her breath was like orchids, tickling Meng Yingxing’s ear.

“Master, I won’t listen.”

Having bored herself, Xiu Qingcheng continued to lie on her air lounger and continued to browse the content of the author’s notes at the back of the Eternal Famous Sword List in her hand.

“‘Publisher’s Note: When we found this book, there was only the content above.'”

“‘The author, Feng Xiaotai, seemed prepared to append content at the end, but it was not completed.'”

“‘The appended content was only one sword: the Demon Sword Duan Li.'”

“‘Regarding the Demon Sword Duan Li, there is no superfluous content; it has only appeared in the history of Yelan City.'”

“‘Based on an attitude of seeking truth from facts, I have annotated this section here, hoping it is known.'”

Xiu Qingcheng closed the finished book with both hands, raising a shapely eyebrow.

“Demon Sword Duan Li, huh~”

Meng Yingxing’s ears caught the few words Xiu Qingcheng mumbled, and he immediately leaned his body over, inquiring: “Is Master interested in this Demon Sword?”

In Meng Yingxing’s impression, Xiu Qingcheng was quite interested in swords that were the same as herself.

Xiu Qingcheng’s chin, like a white lotus petal, nodded gently, “Indeed.”

“If there is a chance to go to Yelan City, perhaps there’s a chance to see it?”

March in spring, the sunlight gradually warming; on the streets of Yongning City, flying flowers had already begun to fall like rain, dreamlike and illusory.

Since that large-scale demonic beast invasion before, for several months, both Yongning City and the Tianfeng Sect had been in a stage of recuperation.

The shattered streets and tall buildings rose again, and the various paths in the huge Yongning City gradually returned to their former heavy traffic.

The Tianfeng Sect was the same.

The broken buildings had been repaired, and the rule that one could only go down the mountain on the weekly Open Mountain Gate Day was established again. Tianfeng Sect disciples also began to gather by peak to cultivate together from time to time.

At this moment, on the square of Wuyun Peak, all Wuyun Peak disciples gathered here, cultivating cross-legged together.

The cultivating crowd was not orderly; it was scattered, yet one could vaguely see it spread out with Meng Yingxing as the center.

Among the female disciples of Wuyun Peak, Meng Yingxing, this rare male disciple, was a rarity like a crane standing among chickens.

Perhaps because Meng Yingxing had a reversed reputation, plus his handsome appearance, the senior sisters and female peers of Wuyun Peak were happy to be very close to the current Meng Yingxing.

“Junior Brother, may I sit beside you?”

A charming senior sister from Wuyun Peak bent down, incomparably seductively tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and asked Meng Yingxing with a gentle voice.

Her voice was very light, seemingly afraid of being heard by Elder Mu Xin at the front.

“No harm.”

Meng Yingxing gave an incomparably fake, faint smile, letting this senior sister sit down beside him.

Once the senior sister sat properly, Meng Yingxing immediately and silently shifted a bit of distance away.

The gap around them was large; noticing this, the senior sister was naturally embarrassed to scooch over and stick to Meng Yingxing again.

“Go away! What status do you have, daring to sit together with my disciple!”

Xiu Qingcheng was most annoyed by these vulgar women who stuck to Meng Yingxing once they knew his good points; at this moment, inside Meng Yingxing’s mind, she was like a cat with its fur blown up.

Titles like ‘trash’ for Meng Yingxing, in less than a year’s time, seemed as if they had never existed.

After the crowd cultivated together for a morning, they scattered.

Meng Yingxing was also preparing to leave but was held back alone by Mu Xin.

In the long hall of Wuyun Peak, Meng Yingxing smelled the familiar fragrance from the incense burner and bowed faintly to Mu Xin.

“Elder Mu Xin, do you have business with me?”

Without saying a second word, Mu Xin grabbed his hand to inspect the spiritual power in his body, then quickly let go.

With no one around, Mu Xin called him Yingxing as before.

“Yingxing, your realm is about to break through.”

“Exactly; it’s a pity that during this time, I’ve been hovering on the edge of breaking through.”

Meng Yingxing nodded.

A faint smile appeared on Mu Xin’s face, “Before, we were blind and failed to detect that you were actually a Congenital Sword Intent Body, neglecting you for so long.”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng spat in anger.

Mentioning Meng Yingxing’s Congenital Sword Intent Body, one had to mention Mo Xinzi.

Mu Xin knew Mo Xinzi intended to cultivate Meng Yingxing, but didn’t know when he planned to start.

Mo Xinzi, who had come out of seclusion these days, had been unseen; mostly due to the previous demonic beast invasion, the matters Mo Xinzi had to handle increased sharply, so he hadn’t shown his face in the Tianfeng Sect.

“It is not Elder Mu Xin’s fault.”

Meng Yingxing just smiled, but that trace of a smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Master said one must look forward.

He did not care about these things.

Mu Xin shook her head slightly.

“Yingxing, since you are about to break through to the Tiny Star Realm, I will give you permission to go to the Spirit Building Platform.”

“Breaking through to the Tiny Star Realm is an extremely important moment in cultivation; one absolutely cannot be careless.”

“When the time comes, I will send you the heavenly spiritual treasures and some elixirs needed for breaking through to the Tiny Star Realm; I hope you can break through smoothly.”

Meng Yingxing was slightly stunned.

“What is the Spirit Building Platform?”

Xiu Qingcheng asked Meng Yingxing after leaving the Wuyun Peak Elder Hall.

“Naturally, it is the treasured land with the richest spiritual power in the Tianfeng Sect.”

Meng Yingxing said.

“Generally, the Tianfeng Sect only permits disciples to enter it for breakthrough seclusion when breaking through to high cultivation levels; I don’t know why they permitted me this time.”

“They even included heavenly spiritual treasures.”

Meng Yingxing shook his head; he really couldn’t figure it out.

His status in the Tianfeng Sect seemed to be getting higher and higher?

Xiu Qingcheng was a typical opportunist and didn’t think that much.

“These are all what you deserve! Don’t think about useless things; if you don’t take it, it’s a waste!”

“Let’s hurry to that whatever Spirit Building Platform, eat up all their heavenly spiritual treasures, and break through to the Tiny Star Realm soon!”