Chapter 32: "Am I prettier, or is the sword prettier?"...

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

The sword was soaked in cold water, making a splashing sound.

Yue Mingxi sat in the chair, tilting her head to watch Wu Shanqing's movements.

The more I look at Wushanqing, the more I think she's beautiful.

Her mouth is beautiful, her nose is beautiful, her ears are beautiful, her hands are beautiful, she's beautiful everywhere.

I can never get enough of looking at it.

Wu Shanqing paused in his grip on the sword, then looked down in confusion and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Yue Mingxi's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Because I think you're good-looking."

Wu Shanqing snorted coldly, "Superficial."

Yue Mingxi laughed out loud, "This guy is too cute."

Wu Shanqing took the sword out of the water and walked to Yue Mingxi's side. "Here you go, it's done."

"Wow." Yue Mingxi immediately stood up, carefully touching the gleaming white sword, and couldn't help but exclaim, "This sword is so beautiful!"

Seeing how much she liked the sword, Wu Shanqing couldn't resist anymore.

He pursed his lips and asked in a low, muffled voice, "Am I prettier, or is the sword prettier?"

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Yue Mingxi couldn't help but tilt her head and laugh. This person is just too cute.

She just praised him for being cute, and he said she was superficial; now she's trying to outdo Jian in beauty.

"I'm asking you, answer me." Wu Shanqing raised his hand and shook Yue Mingxi's sleeve.

This was originally a move that Yue Mingxi liked to use, but Wu Shanqing also fell in love with it after using it once.

Yue Mingxi turned her head, curled her lips and said, "You're the prettiest."

"That's more like it." Wu Shanqing couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, and it didn't go down for a long time.

Wu Shanqing coughed softly and lowered his head, saying, "Give your sword a name. Once it has a name, it will slowly develop a spirit."

“Okay.” Yue Mingxi said happily, “Thank you, Wu Shanqing, I really like this sword.”

It has been a month since I retrieved the sword-training stone from Cloud Mist Mountain that day.

Every day after finishing her classes at Xuanyun Sect, when she returned to the Bamboo Forest Palace, she would always see Wu Shanqing practicing his sword with his head down.

"No need to be so polite," Wu Shanqing said softly. "It's nothing."

"It's no small matter at all," Yue Mingxi said gratefully. "I don't know how to repay you."

"No need for repayment." Wu Shanqing's ears gradually turned red. "This is just what I wanted to do."

Yue Mingxi looked at the sword in her hand with great affection. After thinking for a while, she looked up and said, "Let's call it the Bright Moon Sword."

“Okay.” Wu Shanqing nodded. “It sounds very nice.”

“By the way,” Yue Mingxi blinked, “what’s the name of your sword? Wushan Qing.”

“The Sun and Moon Sword,” Wu Shanqing said.

"It sounds really good too." Yue Mingxi smiled.

"It's alright." Wu Shanqing's lips never left her lips.

Lowering his head, Wu Shanqing pulled a red rope from thin air and handed it to Yue Mingxi.

"Haven't you always been frustrated that you can only put the scales in your storage pouch? This is a red rope made of cloud silk that will never break and can be used to string the scales together."

"Wow!" Yue Mingxi exclaimed happily, "Wu Shanqing, you're so kind!"

Taking the red rope, Yue Mingxi immediately took out scales from her storage bag and started stringing them together.

The scale had already been drilled with holes by Immortal Venerable Changjing, but Yuemingxi searched through all the ropes but could not string the scale together.

Ordinary ropes and magical ropes will instantly vanish upon contact with the scales.

I don't know how long Wu Shanqing searched before she finally made this red rope.

After stringing them together, Yue Mingxi immediately hung them around her waist, next to her two storage pouches.

One was bought before to store things, and the other was made by Wushanqing; it's Xiaomi's home.

Looking down at the dark blue storage pouch hanging on Wushanqing's waist, Yue Mingxi suddenly felt embarrassed.

Wu Shanqing gave her so many precious gifts, but she only gave him a simple storage bag that was completely useless to him.

Moreover, it was bought with Wu Shanqing's money.

Yue Mingxi's face gradually flushed; Wu Shanqing clearly hadn't worn it when she gave it to him earlier.

For some reason, from the very first day I arrived at Xuanyun Sect, Wushan Qing started hanging up every day.

Looking at the four prominent characters "Sent by Yue Mingxi", Yue Mingxi's face turned even redder.

Yue Mingxi secretly made up her mind that she would also give Wu Shanqing a surprise.

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at night.

The bright moon and clear stream summoned Xiao Mi.

Little Mi floated in the air and asked happily, "Master, what do you want to see me about?"

Yue Mingxi couldn't wait to ask, "Xiao Mi, do you remember when you were in the maze, you said there was a kind of silk that was very light and thin and could be used as white gauze?

"I remember, I remember!" Xiao Mi exclaimed excitedly. "Master, are you looking for this kind of silk?"

Yue Mingxi nodded. "Yes, I want to make it into a white gauze and give it to Wu Shanqing."

Yue Mingxi scratched her head and asked, "Is the coldest place in the snow-capped mountains?"

“Yes, Master, you’re so smart. It’s very cold there.” Little Mi circled around Moonlit Creek a few times and said, “Master, with your current physique, you can’t go there.”

"I see." Yue Mingxi lowered her head. "But I really want to surprise Wu Shanqing."

"Master, don't be sad," Xiao Mi comforted her. "I will think of a way to help you."

“I’ve got it,” Xiaomi suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Yue Mingxi immediately looked up at it.

“Master, you can enter my labyrinth. I can send your soul to the snow mountain, where you will not be cold. However, there is a fatal flaw: once your soul is injured in the snow mountain, you will not be able to return to your body. Your soul will be trapped in a dark and deserted labyrinth, and your physical body will fall into a deep sleep from which it cannot wake up. In that case, I will not be able to save you.”

After saying a long string of words, Xiao Mi lowered her head and said seriously, "Master, I think you'd better not take this risk."

Yue Mingxi understood; it meant that if she were injured, she would become a vegetable.

Nodding, Yue Mingxi smiled and said, "Thank you, Xiao Mi, but this is too risky. I'd better not do it. I'll focus on cultivating and strengthening my physique, and then think of another way later."

"Great! I support Master's choice!" Xiao Mi said happily.

Blinking her red eyes, Xiao Mi asked, "Master, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"No, not at all." Yue Mingxi said with a smile, "It's getting late, Xiao Mi should go to sleep."

"Okay, goodbye, Master." Little Mi began to fly towards the pink storage pouch.

Pink is Xiaomi's favorite color.

Halfway there, Xiaomi turned back. "Master, thank you for buying me the pink bed. I love it."

"I'm glad you like it." Yue Mingxi said with a smile. "Xiao Mi, if there's anything you want to tell me, I'll arrange it for you."

"Thank you, Master." The black mist danced and swayed in the air, and Xiao Mi's voice was full of joy. "I want pink flowers and a pink vase."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow." Yue Mingxi raised her hand and rubbed Hei Wu's head.

When Xiao Mi arrived in reality, she was much smaller, like a tiny doll about fifty centimeters in diameter. She had a black head formed from mist, two arms, and two legs. She had big, red eyes and a mouth, and was very cute.

Rubbing her eyes, Xiaomi said, "Master, I'm sleepy. Xiaomi is going to sleep."

"Go to sleep now, goodnight, little Mimi."

After seeing Xiaomi off, Yue Mingxi sat on the edge of the bed, not sleepy at all.

Standing up, Yue Mingxi gently pushed open the door and walked out.

Sitting on a small stone bench in the bamboo grove, Yue Mingxi looked up at the round moon in the sky and sighed softly.

There are only two and a half months left until her eighteenth birthday.

The doctor asserted that she would not live past eighteen.

She only just learned that it takes at least a year of cultivation to potentially extend one's lifespan.

With seventy-five days left until the end of her life, she wanted to leave Wu Shanqing a surprise, but why was it so difficult?

Yue Mingxi thought that if her physical condition did not improve during this period of time...

So, in the last week of my life, I'll venture into Little Mi's labyrinth and take a risk in the snowy mountains.

By then, she will have nothing left to fear or lose.

"Why are you sighing?" Wu Shanqing landed silently beside Yue Mingxi.

Yue Mingxi was startled. When she saw it was him, she smiled and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

“That’s the question I should be asking you,” Wu Shanqing said, sitting down in the chair next to him.

A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo forest rustled.

Yue Mingxi curled her lips and said, "The moon is especially round tonight, so I came out to see it."

"Why are you sighing?" Wu Shanqing asked persistently.

“Hahaha,” Yue Mingxi laughed, “I didn’t sigh, that was a yawn.”

"Yue Mingxi," Wu Shanqing suddenly called out to her.

"What's wrong?" Yue Mingxi blinked.

"Don't treat me like a fool." Wu Shanqing pursed his lips. "I can tell the difference between a sigh and a yawn."

“Okay.” Yue Mingxi smiled. “I was just sighing. When will I be as good as you?”

"That day will never come," Wu Shanqing snorted.

"Such a big talker!" Yue Mingxi couldn't help but feel happy whenever she saw Wu Shanqing. "What if, just maybe, that day will come?"

“Impossible.” Wu Shanqing shook his head seriously.

After a pause, Wu Shanqing looked up at her and asked, "If that day really comes, will you still be my friend?"

"Huh?" Yue Mingxi's eyes widened. What kind of question is this?

What is this childish guy thinking? Does he think she only befriends him because she thinks he's strong?

Yue Mingxi sat up straight and looked at Wu Shanqing seriously. "Even if that day comes, we will still be good friends. Wu Shanqing, I became friends with you because I like you, not because you are more capable than me."

"Oh." Wu Shanqing was relieved.

Suddenly, Wu Shanqing looked up and asked, "You like me?"

Yue Mingxi bit her tongue. This guy's "like" was probably just friendly liking.

"Yes." Yue Mingxi nodded seriously. "I like you."

After a pause, Yue Mingxi added, "I'm talking about the kind of liking between friends."

She was about to die, and she absolutely couldn't let Wu Shanqing know that her feelings for him were romantic.

Wu Shanqing, that innocent fool, was someone Yue Mingxi had no intention of ruining.

Yue Mingxi had already made up her mind. After obtaining the Heavenly Lotus Silk and preparing the white gauze to send to Wu Shanqing, she would bid farewell to all her friends and fly far away.

She wanted to die quietly outside, alone; she didn't want anyone to be sad or upset for her.