Chapter Twenty-Six Best Friends
Qin Mo had been cultivating diligently since then, reaching the Profound Realm at the age of fifteen. Although Qin Lan had assisted him, he was undoubtedly a talented individual. However, since reaching the Profound Realm, the black flames had become increasingly fierce and frequent, completely depleting all the Yuan Qi and Yuan Liquid he had cultivated. He even lacked the extra Yuan Qi to repair the hidden injuries in his body.
On the path of cultivation, one either progresses or regresses. Since Qin Mo entered the Profound Realm, his cultivation has stagnated. Although his "Returning Heart Sutra" has been mastered and his Yuan Liquid has been refined to perfection, his dantian is always dry, with not a trace of Yuan Liquid remaining, all of which has been devoured by his Nirvana Flame Body.
Thus, his vital energy was always insufficient, and his body was covered with hidden injuries from the ravages of the Nirvana Flame. In addition, he focused on cultivating his mental techniques and had no time to hone his combat skills. Although he had a high cultivation level, his combat strength was pitifully low.
Three years ago, Qin Mo got into a conflict in the capital. In a moment of impulsiveness, he challenged someone to a duel and was defeated by a Yellow Realm cultivator, earning himself the title of "the weakest Profound Realm cultivator in history." Although that guy was beaten half to death by Qin Yumu and a few of his best friends, the blow to Qin Mo was irreparable.
Seeing Qin Mo's dejected state, Qin Yumu and a few others took him to a brothel, hoping to help him forget the incident amidst the flowers. However, Qin Lan found him and beat him, further damaging Qin Mo's fragile spirit.
All of this stemmed from his defeat by a Yellow Realm cultivator. Now, Qin Yumu was showing off his peak Yellow Realm cultivation in front of him. How could he not be angry? How could he possibly praise this tall and strong idiot?
Qin Mo immediately gathered her strength, determined to teach this sly-looking guy a lesson.
"Qin Mo, when did you arrive in the capital? Why didn't you come looking for me? I just bought two Persian dancers, and I haven't used them yet. I'll give you one later." A gentle voice thwarted Qin Mo's attempt at violence, and a young man in a light yellow suit walked over. His smile was sincere and radiant, like the March sun melting away the gloom in Qin Mo's heart.
"Yuanze, it's been a long time!" A rare smile appeared on Qin Mo's lips. His brief stay in the capital three years ago allowed him to meet three close friends, and he was fortunate to see two of them today.
"Mozi, you've lost weight, but thankfully you're in better spirits than before. I'm also heading north this time, so we can look after each other." The young man in fine clothes chatted warmly with Qin Mo, completely ignoring Qin Yumu beside him, as if he didn't exist at all.
"Qin Yuanze, you see your uncle and you don't even greet him? You have no manners! When did our royal family become so unruly?" Qin Yumu's voice was as if it were squeezed out from between her teeth, and her fierce appearance was like a bear about to devour someone.
"Hey! Isn't this the Heir Apparent of the Marquis of Kaiyang? What are you doing here? Qingqing, quickly bring a seat for His Highness." Qin Yuanze's expression was as lively as if he had just seen Qin Yumu.
A beautiful woman in green actually brought over an exquisitely carved chair, placed it neatly, and even laid out a rug on it. Judging from the beautiful patterns on the rug, it was clearly not a cheap, hastily chosen item.
Qin Yumu's face began to contort, and a murderous aura began to emanate from him. He was now caught in a dilemma: whether to sit or not. If he sat down, what would happen to Qin Mo standing? Qin Mo was the heir of a first-rank prince, a level of nobility even higher than that of ordinary princes and their heirs, while he himself was merely the son of a marquis, barely deserving the title of heir. He knew that if he sat down, Qin Yuanze would surely accuse him of disrespecting his superiors.
Qin Mo watched as his heroic face turned purplish-red, yet a faint glow emanated from his body. This was a sign that he was channeling his vital energy throughout his body. It seemed that Qin Yumu had truly reached the peak of the Yellow Realm. The translucent skin was a sign of the Profound Realm, and he already showed some signs of the Profound Realm.
"The three of us haven't seen each other in a long time, so let's not start a fight as soon as we meet. If we're not convinced by each other, we can find a place to drink after we get together today, so as not to become a laughing stock." Qin Mo found it amusing, but didn't actually laugh out loud. If she did, Qin Yu Mu would be capable of anything when she got angry and embarrassed.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. I wonder if General Yu Mu dares to accept the challenge?" Qin Yuanze took out a folding fan and waved it gracefully, his dashing demeanor pleasing to the eye.
"Who wouldn't dare? Nephew, don't let your uncle bully you when it comes to drinking." Qin Yumu's expression changed very quickly, instantly reverting to his signature lewd smile.
Qin Yuanze was momentarily speechless. By seniority, he was a generation below Qin Yumu and Qin Mo, but the Great Xia royal family numbered at least eight or ten thousand, if not ten thousand, and they were all quite old, so basically no one cared. However, Qin Yumu would bring it up to annoy him whenever she had the chance, seemingly without getting tired of it.
"Yuanze, how many units did you bring this time?" In the end, Qin Mo stepped in to smooth things over.
"I brought six thousand, which is already the minimum number stipulated by the Central Military Command. Qin Mo, what about you?"
“I brought 10,000 men with me. I thought only high-ranking officials like us were being mistreated. Turns out you were the same.”
"Your two families are both princes with vast fiefdoms, while we, the Marquis of Kaiyang, are just county marquises, yet we have to send five thousand men. Will our families be unable to afford even a decent meal? If this continues for another two years, we'll be drinking thin porridge every day." Qin Yumu couldn't resist joining in the conversation, seeing the two of them chatting so animatedly.
"What exactly is going on? I've been overseas for a long time and don't know the reasons behind the changes in the imperial court over the past two years."
Qin Yuanze simply had his maid bring over two chairs and invited the two of them to set up a lively chat in front of the central military residence. Tea and snacks were provided, and four young and beautiful maids served them, leaving Qin Mo completely stunned. He thought he was already quite extravagant, with a dedicated chef, tailor, and even a jewelry craftsman. But now, seeing Qin Yuanze's pomp and circumstance, he realized he was just a country bumpkin.
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