34 Chapter 34

After bidding farewell to his reluctant master and fellow senior brothers and uncles, the fledgling Xuan Mo put on a storage ring and a Qiankun bag, carried his own natal sword Xuanshuang, and finally embarked on a journey down the mountain for training.

Unlike the flat Hehuan Sect, the Qingfeng Sword Sect was nestled among towering mountains. The surrounding dense forests obscured the sun, leaving no visible end. To determine the direction, Xuan Mo soared into the air on his sword, took out the map his master had given him, and gestured around for a long time. Finally, he put the map away with an expressionless face. "Just pick a direction."

The Xuanshuang Sword seemed to sense the free-spirited mood of its master, and it also emitted a pleasant sword sound, turning into a meteor and flying towards the south.

Along the way, Xuan Mo kept his master's teachings in mind.

"Hey! This tree is mine..."

"Fellow Daoist, are you a demon cultivator?"

"So what? What brat dares to meddle in my business?!"

"I'm sorry, Master said I shouldn't get close to you. I'm sorry."

“Ah——!!! Daoist friend, spare my life!”

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"Hey little brother, do you want to go treasure hunting in the secret realm? I have an ancient..."

"Fellow Daoist, are you a demon cultivator?"

"I am...ah! Spare me! Spare me!"

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"This fellow Taoist..."

"No! I'm not! I'm nothing!"

He fought along the way, and even in the bloody storm, he had no connection with any demon cultivators or monster cultivators. Days passed, and there was still no sign of the disaster.

"I have fought against all the evil demons and monsters I encountered, but I haven't encountered any disaster yet..." Xuan Mo sat in front of the campfire with a frown on his face. The sword on his knees flashed with cold light, reflecting his sharp eyebrows.

"The real tribulation... As expected, I have to face a stronger opponent..." He sheathed his sword with a swift motion, turned around, walked over to the demon cultivator cowering beside the carriage, and squatted down. "Fellow Daoist, may I ask where the Hehuan Sect is?"

The demon cultivator now only wanted to send the giant Buddha away. Without saying a word, he pulled out a map from his pocket and said, "I want to find the Hehuan Sect... Go, go to the City That Never Sleeps. They... are all there..."

Xuan Mo did not take the map, but continued to stare at the demon cultivator's eyes silently.

Demon Cultivator: ...

Demon Cultivator: "Brother! I've given you the map. Can't you just go there on your own by flying your sword? Isn't that faster than a carriage?"

Xuan Mo remained silent.

The demon cultivator was sweating profusely under his gaze, and the wounds on his body ached slightly. His mind couldn't help but recall the immoral things he had done in the past year. Finally, he turned his gaze away with a guilty conscience. "Let's go together. I also want to go to the city that never sleeps to see the excitement."

Xuan Mo nodded, turned around and sat back by the campfire, silently wiping the sword in his hand.

By the time they arrived at the Never-Sleeping City, the second season of Dream Factory Cultivation was about to premiere. The entire Never-Sleeping City was deserted, as quiet as a deserted city. Xuan Mo turned to look at the demon cultivator beside him and asked, "Why is this called the Never-Sleeping City? It's obviously no different than any other city at night."

He thought that this place was very lively at night and that was why it was called the City That Never Sleeps.

The demon cultivator was clearly also extremely confused. He looked around in disbelief, "No way! This wasn't the case two months ago, and I haven't heard of any incidents in the Hehuan Sect. How can this be...ah! There's a restaurant open over there. Why don't we go ask around?"

As soon as the two of them walked into the door of the restaurant, they were pushed backwards by the bustling crowd inside. After finally stabilizing themselves, the demon cultivator and Xuan Mo struggled to squeeze through the crowd to the side of the counter.

"Boss, your business is booming. What's going on in this city that never sleeps..."

"Excuse me, where are the female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect?" Xuan Mo didn't want to listen to this talkative demon cultivator chattering on and on, so he squeezed forward and asked the question that concerned him most.

The shopkeeper seemed accustomed to this kind of question. He was so busy that he didn't even look up when he heard the words: "The private rooms are all sold out. The public hall tickets are forty spirit stones each, but there are only corner seats left. Do you want to buy one?"

"If I buy a ticket... I can see them?" Xuan Mo was confused. "Then I want to see the strongest female cultivator in the Hehuan Sect, not an ordinary disciple."

"Don't worry, they're all powerful disciples of the He Huan Sect. Half of them were eliminated last time, and today only the top twenty remain!" The shopkeeper patted his chest and spitted as he sold tickets. "If you don't believe me, look at these people around you. Aren't they all here to watch the top twenty competition?"

Xuan Mo then looked to his side and saw a cultivator holding a Spirit Shadow Stone and another cultivator dressed as a descendant of an aristocratic family arguing with each other in the face.

"We won this time! Miss Pianpian is the first place!"

"You despicable fellow! You actually cheated with the Spirit Shadow Stone!"

"Hehe, it's not as good as the time you used the cessation talisman before! Same here!"

"Humph! Do you think you're the only one who can get the Spirit Shadow Stone? Just wait!"

Although he didn't know what the Hehuan Sect's strongest female cultivator had to do with the Spirit Shadow Stone, it looked like a very intense competition was indeed taking place here, much like the Qingfeng Sword Sect's swordsmanship competition held every ten years. Xuan Mo thought he understood everything, so he took out the Spirit Stone and handed it over. "One ticket, please."

I'll wait until they decide who's first, then I'll challenge them. Hyun Mo thought he was going to watch a fierce and exciting high-level battle.

"I, I want a ticket too." The demon cultivator behind him also quickly handed over a bag of spirit stones.

By the time they took their tickets and followed the instructions to the public hall filled with soft seats, the show had just started. The big screen that was originally showing beautiful scenery suddenly dimmed. When it lit up again, a burst of cheerful and lively singing to the beat floated into Xuan Mo's ears.

"The young monk went down the mountain to beg for food, and the old monk gave him some instructions.

The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, if you meet her, you must avoid her~"

"The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect are more ferocious than tigers. You must stay away from them if you meet them!" Somehow, the master's words suddenly appeared in Xuan Mo's mind. He was suddenly in a trance and subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound.

On the big screen covering the entire wall was a girl in a light yellow gauze dress. Her black hair flowed down to her waist like a waterfall, and her round eyes were as lively as a cat. When she opened her mouth to sing, you could see her pointed fangs, which reminded people of the leopard cat cubs that had just been born in the forest of Yunyin Peak.

Her fair and tender face was flawless, with pink lips glistening under her delicate nose. She sang a playful song along with the background music, and cast a coquettish glance at the people outside the screen with smiling eyes. Even after her beautiful face was magnified so many times by the screen, there was not a single flaw to be seen.

Xuan Mo stood at the entrance looking at the big screen, unable to describe the feeling in his heart. It was like walking through the chaotic mountains and jungles and finding a field of blooming marigolds at the end of the road. A feeling of pure surprise and pity surged in his heart.

"After passing through village after village, the young monk pondered,

Why don’t tigers eat people? They look pretty cute~"

The girl on the screen is full of vitality. She seems to know that she is cute. She deliberately puts her right fist next to her cheek and gently waves it forward like a kitten. The hem of her skirt sways with her jumping movements, revealing her white and slender ankles and calves from time to time.

Xuan Mo felt his heartbeat was getting a little abnormal, just as nervous and excited as when he was fighting with the sword spirit in the sword washing pool. He stood there as if his feet had taken root, staring at the girl on the screen without taking his eyes off her.

"Master, ahhhhh, bad! Bad! Bad!" The girl on the screen made exaggerated gestures of surprise, with a sly smile in her cunning eyes, as if she had done all this on purpose.

"The tiger has entered my heart, my heart~"

She placed her fingers lightly on her lips and playfully blew a kiss to the audience outside the screen. Then she hurried away like a child who had succeeded in a prank. Only the red curtain slowly descended, and the public hall returned to a brief silence.

"Well, that, Fellow Daoist Xuan Mo, you... aren't you going in?" The demon cultivator behind him urged cautiously.

Xuan Mo finally woke up from his dream. He found his seat with the ticket in his hand and sat down, but he was still fidgeting with the pounding of his heartbeat. He raised his hand and cast a small breeze spell on his burning cheek, then turned to ask the audience in the seat next to him:

"Hello, fellow Daoist, may I ask who the girl who performed just now was..."

Sitting next to him happened to be the recently triumphant Zhang Daoquan. Last week, he had helped Miss Pianpian, who had been filmed performing in the Spirit Shadow Stone, to attract a large number of passerby tickets. Now that Miss Pianpian had returned to the top spot, he had become particularly affable.

"Oh, are you talking about the one who was dancing just now? She is the young master of the Hehuan Sect, her name is Ning Shu. I heard that she planned this competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big screen that had just closed lit up again. Ning Shu, who had changed into her host uniform, stood in the center of the stage and waved to the audience outside the screen:

"Good evening, everyone! Seeing the contestants competing so fiercely, I felt like showing off a little bit! How about it? Is there anyone willing to vote for me?" She held her face with both hands and deliberately made a shy gesture, which made the audience in front of the screen laugh.

"Hahahahaha! Don't say it yet, don't say it yet!"

"Young Sect Master, you are quite capable, worthy of being from the Hehuan Sect!"

"Haha, I'll vote! I'll vote! I'll buy a magazine when I get out and vote for you!"

The audience obviously didn't take the joke seriously and just made a few jokes. After such a long hosting career, Ning Shu is more like a friend who can liven up the atmosphere to the audience, rather than a shining star on the stage.

Ning Shu herself knew that this stage performance would probably not have much effect, but after all, her mother and sisters were worried about her, so she still prepared carefully.

It doesn’t matter, just treat it as halftime of the game, she is very open about it.

However, some people are not very open-minded.

"Excuse me, what does voting mean? How do I vote for her?" Xuan Mo asked Zhang Daoquan seriously.

Faced with a serious swordsman who exudes murderous aura and has a strong intimidating power, no cultivator can remain calm under such a gaze.

Zhang Daoquan: ...

What are you doing? What are you doing? All my tickets belong to Miss Pianpian! Not even one more!

【Author’s words】

* Lyrics for "Women Are Tigers." Lots of you mentioned this song yesterday. We're so in tune with each other! [Heart]

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