Chapter 5671: One Step Ahead, Part 7
Dun Zhu's soul then left Geng Pengcheng's body. Under the combined force of the two palms from Duan Yue and Feng Chen, it floated lightly in a straight trajectory towards the wooden vine opposite.
Meanwhile, Qiaomu, holding her son's small hand, strolled around two pillars.
This Middle Hall contained numerous cultivation techniques and secret manuals, and at this moment, all the Eastern Domain people had rushed off to examine them.
Qiaoqiao, however, was completely uninterested in these.
As for cultivation techniques and the like, she had plenty in her Longevity Palace; she really didn't need them.
So, her gaze, and her son's gaze, were fixed solely on the hilt of a long sword ahead.
The entire sword was plunged into a stele.
Several lines of small characters were carved on the stele: Sword-Testing Stele. The Cloud Sky Sword was forged by a renowned master swordsmith three thousand years ago through blood trials.
Its blade is sharp, capable of cleaving cities and tearing apart the sky with a single stroke.
It shall be obtained by the fated one.
Little Mo Bao's eyes lit up when he saw the sword.
"I just need a sword," the little guy said. "I need a handy good sword! I think I must be that fated one, right?"
Qiaomu had no idea where her son got such strong confidence.
She really wanted to ask her son, how do you know you're the fated one for this sword?
"Don't you believe me, Mommy?" Little Mo Bao blinked his bright, moist phoenix eyes, his small face radiating a peculiar glow.
"When I just walked closer, I heard this sword telling me, 'Come quickly, come quickly, pull me out!' Hehe. I heard it so clearly."
Adult Qiaoqiao expressionlessly looked down at her son.
He spoke as if it were true; even she couldn't help but want to believe it.
"My name is Mo Xiao, and its name is Cloud Sky. It's truly a destined meeting of thousands of miles!"
Adult Qiaoqiao: ...
Feng Changqing and the others who followed: ...
This child was truly a little demon king born to stir up trouble, no matter where he went.
Seriously, when they were his age, they certainly didn't have that much confidence.
Little Mo Bao was eager to try. "I'll pull it!"
"Allow me first." At this moment, a Western Domain cultivator rushed out from the crowd, staring at the long sword plunged into the stone tablet, with only its hilt exposed.
A hint of greed shone in his eyes.
He lunged forward, placed one hand on the hilt, shouted "Rise!" and gripped the hilt tightly, his face instantly turning crimson.
The entire sword remained in the stone tablet, without a single trace of being moved.
A chorus of jeers arose from around, and the Western Domain person's face flushed deep red.
Zhang Jing looked indifferent. "Shameless, snatching things from a child."
Several Eastern Domain cultivators beside her nodded in agreement.
They had received so much care from the child's parents along the way. If it weren't for the child's parents, they would have probably died many times over from bad luck by now.
Yet, he showed no gratitude, immediately exposing the selfish nature of their Western Domain people, not even letting go of a long sword a child had set his eyes on.
Adult Qiaoqiao wasn't angry.
Human nature was just like this; what was there to be angry about? She and Mo Lian had led these people all along, and from the beginning, they never expected anything in return.
Anyway, they gathered if they were compatible and dispersed if not; they were just a temporary team with them.
But for those in her own team, she would certainly protect them to the very end.
The Western Domain cultivator's face felt hot. He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, shouted "Rise!" again, and slammed his other hand heavily onto the stone tablet.
The stone tablet remained motionless, but both his palms seemed to be firmly adhered to the sword hilt.
His hands suddenly grew burning hot.