Chapter 5

Leaving the clan hall, Beimu returned to his small courtyard. Situ Reading 520 Official Website

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Today's events did not make him feel humiliated; instead, he felt very fortunate.

Without paying any price, he had seen through a person.

"Brother."

Beimu Yi followed him here, peeking through the gate, her little head poking in to look around the courtyard.

"What are you sneaking around for? Come in."

Beimu smiled.

Beimu Yi then walked to Beimu's side and whispered, "Brother, don't be sad."

"Do I look sad?" Beimu said, "Instead, you, in my current situation, don't you find me repulsive?"

There was a stone table and wooden chairs in the courtyard. After a simple wipe, he sat down.

"I wouldn't! No matter what you become, I will never find you repulsive!"

Beimu Yi said.

"Really? I don't believe you."

"Absolutely true!" Beimu Yi became anxious, "I can swear to the heavens, if it's false, then...?"

Beimu interrupted her, "Enough, what oath? How could I not believe you? I was just teasing you."

"Annoying! You just know how to bully me!"

Beimu Yi pouted, sitting beside Beimu, affectionately holding his arm, gentle like a little lamb.

Beimu pinched her nose and said, "Such a cute sister, I can't help but tease you a bit."

Beimu Yi blinked her beautiful big eyes, "Then, when will you turn this little sister into a wife?"

Beimu: "..."

"Beimu Yi!" Du Qingyue came running, seeing Beimu Yi holding Beimu's arm, her actions intimate and ambiguous, her eyes almost spitting fire. Without a word, she pulled Beimu Yi away, turning to glare at Beimu and saying, "You beast!"

Beimu: "..."

He smiled helplessly, got up, and walked into the house.

Time flew by, and it was soon night.

The sky was full of moonlight, with sparse stars. Beimu sat in a bathtub filled with a concoction of thirty-six herbs, his eyes slightly closed, breathing evenly and rhythmically.

This was the breathing technique from "The Sword of Supreme World."

This technique was mysterious and unpredictable. As Beimu breathed, his blood and qi surged and boiled, as if a supreme sword were piercing through his flesh and blood.

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of wind and thunder echoing in his chest.

Extremely domineering!

"The Sword of Supreme World" continued to run, the medicinal power of the bath being completely absorbed and sealed within his body, without the slightest bit leaking out.

This was also one of the strengths of this technique. In the cultivation world, no matter how high the quality of a cultivation method, the spiritual energy and medicinal power absorbed would always be partially wasted through the pores and breath. "The Sword of Supreme World" could completely refine the absorbed spiritual energy and medicinal power, which was astonishing!

After two hours, Beimu stopped his cultivation, exhaling a turbid breath.

In the bathtub, a layer of black substance floated on the surface, emitting a faint stench.

Beimu knew that this was the impurities expelled from his body after the medicinal bath. Getting out of the bathtub, he rinsed off, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He came to the courtyard, paused for a moment, and lightly flicked a leaf with his finger.

"Snap!"

The leaf shattered, scattering into powder.

However, the leaf did not fall from the branch, and its main veins remained intact!

Beimu nodded to himself, very satisfied.

In the path of cultivation, martial arts are the initial stage, which can be simply summarized into two points: the strength of power and the control of power.

A powerful martial artist not only has formidable strength but also precise and exquisite control over it.

Just now, when he flicked the leaf, he shattered the leaf without damaging its veins, which was a demonstration of exquisite control over power.

Very few people could achieve this in the entire martial arts stage!

In the following days, Beimu practiced breathing and refining his strength during the day and took medicinal baths at night to temper his body, continuously improving both the strength of his power and his control over it.

Three days passed in a blink.

On this day, Beimu tidied up and headed to the Tianfeng Tower.

The Tianfeng Tower was the most luxurious restaurant in Puyun City, reportedly set up by a prominent figure from the northern county. Only the wealthy and noble could enter.

And the Tianzi Pavilion was the best among them. To book the Tianzi Pavilion at the Tianfeng Tower, one had to be at least a clan leader in Puyun City.

Beimu arrived at the Tianfeng Tower and, as soon as he stepped in, saw a familiar figure, Beimu Yi.

"Brother!" Beimu Yi also saw Beimu and quickly walked over, "Why are you here?"

"Attending a banquet." Beimu smiled, "What about you?"

"Mo Shaogong has returned from Cangyu Academy and is hosting a banquet for talented young people in Puyun City to discuss martial arts." Beimu Yi was somewhat annoyed, "I didn't want to come, but Mother forced me. If I didn't come, she would confine me for a month."

Beimu knew Mo Shaogong, the eldest son of City Lord Mo Qianyuan, who had entered Cangyu Academy very early and had been cultivating there for two years, achieving remarkable martial arts accomplishments.

In Puyun City, Mo Shaogong's name was well-known, and few people didn't know him.

"Beimu Yi, you're finally here. Why aren't you coming in? Mo Shixiong has already arrived!" A young woman came out of the Xuanzi Pavilion, hearing Beimu Yi's voice, and called her to enter.

Seeing Beimu, the woman smiled maliciously, "Isn't this your brother, Beimu? You brought him to the banquet, right? Come in quickly!"

"My brother has other matters."

"Other matters? I think you're afraid he'll embarrass you and don't want to bring him in." The young woman tsked, "You look so pure and refined, but you're so snobbish and mean. How disgraceful!"

She was Liu Jiaojiao, the daughter of the third elder of the Liu family, who was always at odds with Beimu Yi and always wanted to embarrass her. Now she had the chance, she was trying hard to provoke Beimu Yi, hoping she would bring Beimu into the Xuanzi Pavilion.

If everyone knew that Beimu Yi's brother was the disciple who had lost all his cultivation and was expelled from Qingyun Sword Sect, it would surely embarrass Beimu Yi!

Beimu Yi was furious, "What did you say?!"

"I said, you're afraid he'll embarrass you and don't want to bring him into the Xuanzi Pavilion." Liu Jiaojiao pointed at Beimu.

Beimu Yi angrily said, "I am not!"

Beimu patted Yi's shoulder and looked at Liu Jiaojiao, "Shall we make a bet?"

Liu Jiaojiao looked at Beimu in confusion, "A bet? What kind of bet?"

"If she brings me in, you give me ten thousand taels."

"Ten thousand taels?" Liu Jiaojiao laughed so hard she was shaking, "Just for her bringing you in, I'll give you ten thousand taels? Are you crazy?"

"Yes, rabies, just infected by you."

Beimu said.

"You...?"

Liu Jiaojiao's face turned sour.

Beimu Yi burst out laughing, "Liu Jiaojiao, you have rabies! I'd better stay away!"

Saying that, she pulled Beimu into the Xuanzi Pavilion, leaving Beimu no time to react.

Looking around, there were fifteen people in the Xuanzi Pavilion, seven men and eight women, all around seventeen or eighteen years old.

Sitting at the head of the table was a young man in a silk robe, with a sword-like brow and star-like eyes, handsome and elegant.

He was the city lord's son, Mo Shaogong.

Beimu also saw a familiar face, Li Ziyi.

"Bad luck, I didn't expect that hateful woman to be here! If I had known, I wouldn't have come here even if I was confined for a year. It's disgusting!"

Beimu Yi muttered.

Beimu didn't mind, pinching her little nose.

Beimu Yi immediately cheered up, her face blooming like a flower in the snow, exquisitely beautiful.

Li Ziyi also saw Beimu and Beimu Yi, and her previously smiling face immediately turned dark.

"Yi, introduce the talented young man beside you to everyone, I'm sure many here don't know him."

Liu Jiaojiao followed in, emphasizing the word "talented" loudly.

Beimu Yi knew Liu Jiaojiao's intention to embarrass her but didn't avoid it, holding Beimu's arm, "My brother, Beimu, the first handsome man in Puyun City!"

Hearing this, many people were slightly stunned.

Beimu?

These two words seemed familiar recently.

"Who would have thought, it's the rumored waste who was expelled from Qingyun Sword Sect!"

A young man sneered.

"Wang Huaxing, you're the waste! You're a waste from head to toe!"

Beimu Yi slapped the table angrily.

Wang Huaxing's face darkened, "Beimu Yi! Isn't Beimu a complete waste who lost all his cultivation? Am I wrong? Don't use foul language!"

"You're the one who's foul! Your whole family is foul!"

"You...?"

"You can't even have a child with a butt!"

"I...?"

"I'm your ancestor!"

Beimu Yi blurted out, not giving Wang Huaxing a chance to speak.