He's just a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator! How dare he!
When his gaze fell on Gu Chunxiao, a rare look of bewilderment appeared in Mo Yu's eyes.
Fragmented images overlapped with the girl's silhouette, and he seemed to see her carefully tending to his wounds...
Is he suffering from hysteria?
Mo Yu was a little dazed, then shook his dizzy head, took out a bottle of pills from his pocket, and drank the whole bottle down his throat.
This is the most common bone-regenerating and muscle-strengthening pill, which doesn't have much effect on his internal injuries, but it's better than nothing.
He took out the jade token and looked at the points leaderboard on it.
Just one glance was enough to make him almost vomit blood again.
What?! How could someone at the seventh level of Qi Refining be number one?!
On the list, the six large characters "Liu Jinghong of Tianji Pavilion" were placed right above his name.
Impossible! This is impossible!
Could it be that Liu Jinghong possesses a celestial-grade magic artifact?
But he was merely a Qi Refining cultivator, and he simply couldn't drive such a high-grade magic weapon!
That leaves only one possibility.
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is pooling the resources of all participating disciples to create momentum for Liu Jinghong!
But what gives him the right?
Mo Yu was an extremely proud person. His innate sword talent made him the center of attention from a young age, highly regarded by his sect, and envied by his fellow disciples. He always knew that he was a peerless genius, one in ten thousand years, and he absolutely had the right to be proud!
The only drawback is that in the Southern Region, there is another child born with a Dao Heart. That child is born more noble, younger than him, and has even greater talent.
Those born with sword-wielding bones and those born with a Daoist heart are inevitably compared. In those years, he toiled day and night, cultivating diligently, hoping that one day he could surpass that person!
Until three years ago, he heard the news that Liu Jinghong's spirit palace had been destroyed.
From then on, he became the number one in the Southern Region.
Three years, a full three years. He had long since grown accustomed to those effusive compliments and could no longer tolerate any contempt, not even a single glance.
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