The Seal of the Celestial Stone Script: Opening Another Lineage

In the room.

Li Mo soaked his feet while checking the day's investment rewards.

[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment: one portion of Icefire Wine and one portion of roasted exotic beast meat.]

[Investment reward: One jar of Hundred Blossoms Dew Balm.]

[Investment reward: One luminous pearl.]

[Hundred Blossoms Dew Balm]: "A premium healing ointment, crafted from the first dewdrops of a hundred rare flowers and herbs. Contains exceptional vitality and has miraculous effects on external injuries."

[Luminous Pearl]: "Harvested from the North Sea, it shines eternally without dimming—a must-have for the abodes of esteemed masters."

......

"These rewards should belong to Master."

A round, fist-sized pearl appeared in Li Mo's palm, radiating a soft glow.

He had seen something like this before.

At the auction stage of the Prosperous Trade House in Ziyang Prefecture City, a luminous pearl had been displayed.

But judging by its luster and color, that one was inferior to the one in his hand.

In any case, it was quite valuable.

As for practical use, it couldn't compare to the Hundred Blossoms Dew Balm.

Li Mo applied a small amount of the balm to himself. A cool sensation spread, and the minor injuries from tempering his physique in the Divine Edge Cave during the day began healing almost instantly.

[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment: one portion of Icefire Wine and one portion of roasted exotic beast meat.]

[Investment reward: Twenty years of martial insights.]

[Investment reward: One Profound Crystal.]

......

"Still, the ice block is more rewarding."

Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Just treating her to some wine earned him twenty years of martial insights.

This was something one could never have enough of.

Clearly, even with the same investment, the rewards from Ying Bing—who clearly favored wine and meat—were far superior to those from Master.

This was simply the terrifying advantage of a red-destined fate.

Well, for the sake of rewards, he had to cling tightly to that jade-like leg.

Was it just a leg? No—it was a gleaming money tree!

[Host has one unclaimed reward. Would you like to claim it?]

Li Mo remembered.

He had saved Murong Xiao during the day.

That should count as a significant alteration of fate, right?

What kind of treasure would drop this time...?

Little Li couldn't help but feel a bit excited. With a thought, he commanded:

"Claim."

[Congratulations, Host. Investment: one Tranquil Heart Pill, successfully rescuing Murong Xiao and preventing his descent into demonic corruption.]

[Investment reward: One Indestructible Heavenly Scripture Seal.]

[Indestructible Heavenly Scripture Seal]: "Stamp this on any martial technique to initiate deduction and refinement, elevating its grade. Can upgrade techniques up to high-grade."

"Refine martial techniques?"

Li Mo froze, nearly dropping the luminous pearl.

The next moment.

A small seal, about the size of a thumb, materialized in his left hand.

The seal bore a coppery hue, yet it differed from any brass or bronze Li Mo had seen before. Its four sides were engraved with tadpole-like script, exuding an ancient charm.

"If there's a stone Heavenly Scripture Seal, does that mean there are also copper, silver, and gold ones?"

Li Mo pondered.

The highest-grade technique he currently practiced was "Extreme Arms Tempering Body," classified as a peerless art, while "Fire Heart Lotus Method" was a high-grade martial technique.

Beyond peerless arts lay divine techniques.

If he obtained silver or gold Heavenly Scripture Seals in the future, he could upgrade the techniques he had already mastered.

Upgrading existing techniques would always be more convenient than switching to entirely new ones.

"I'll think about it when the time comes."

Li Mo pulled out the "Blazing Prairie Sword Art" his master had just given him.

Aside from this mid-grade sword technique, there wasn’t anything else he could upgrade right now.

He gently pressed the Heavenly Scripture Seal onto the manual.

Immediately, the tadpole script faintly glowed, all of them "burrowing" into the pages, swimming between the characters.

Some characters were rearranged by the tadpoles, while others were swallowed and replaced with new ones.

Li Mo watched in fascination.

After about five minutes.

The tadpole script completely dimmed and vanished.

And the sword technique recorded in the manual had transformed into:

[Fire Crane Thousand Feathers Sword].

"Just gained twenty years of martial insights."

"If I poured all of it into the other two techniques, it might not be enough to break through from mastery to perfection."

"Let’s learn the sword art first."

Little Li rubbed his hands together, reasoning with himself.

Alright, fine—he just wanted to learn swordplay.

Who wouldn’t want to be a dashing, moon-seeking swordsman?

Strength aside, looking cool was a lifelong pursuit.

Filled with anticipation, Li Mo channeled all twenty years of martial insights into the "Fire Crane Thousand Feathers Sword."

[Twenty years of martial insights successfully infused.]

[The first year, brimming with enthusiasm, you diligently study the "Fire Crane Thousand Feathers Sword" and successfully grasp its basics.]

[The fifth year, your passion for swordplay remains undiminished. Training progresses smoothly, and you finally reach initial proficiency.]

[The eighth year, you hit a bottleneck. For a long time, not a shred of progress is made. Doubt creeps in.]

[The twentieth year, after prolonged meditation, you finally break through through sheer perseverance, barely reaching minor mastery.]

Li Mo opened his eyes.

Instantly, twenty years of relentless practice—through cold and heat, day and night—flooded his memory, vivid and clear.

His gaze fell upon a tree branch outside the window.

No—this was clearly a peerless divine sword!

Snapping off the branch, he couldn’t resist swinging it. The branch in his hand faintly hummed with a crisp, wind-like resonance.

The Blazing Prairie Sword Art emphasized explosive power.

The refined Fire Crane Thousand Feathers inherited this strength and elevated it further.

Each strike left behind hidden force within the enemy’s body, manifesting as crimson marks resembling burning crane feathers.

Once the accumulated force reached its peak, it could be detonated in a single burst.

At minor mastery, the maximum stacking was nine layers.

"Once I reach the Internal Breath Realm, I can replace the force with internal breath."

Tossing aside the cracked branch, Little Li was quite satisfied.

But upon calming down, another thought arose.

Twenty years… and only minor mastery?

Was it because martial skills were harder to refine than cultivation methods or body tempering? Or did he simply lack talent in swordsmanship?

"If I get other martial skills later, I can test it by infusing more insights."

Li Mo shelved the thought.

Sitting cross-legged, he began his cultivation practice.

"The speed of opening meridians needs to accelerate."

"This Mystic Yin Immortal Body of mine seems to have more primary meridians. The path in the Blood Qi Realm is longer than most."

Hum—

After a strange resonance with heaven and earth.

Li Mo once again entered the state of Heavenly Human Unity. The purest essence of the world flowed into his body like water.

His consciousness gradually sank inward, entering his own body.

Internal Vision.

This wasn’t something he had to deliberately train for. After reaching mastery in the Fire Heart Lotus Method, it came naturally.

Of course, for others, mastering Internal Vision usually required reaching the Internal Breath Realm.

An ordinary Blood Qi Realm cultivator could only rely on diet, training, and relentless tempering of their blood qi before blindly channeling it to impact their meridians.

But with Internal Vision, Li Mo could not only refine his blood qi with essence but also guide it precisely into his meridians.

To put it simply—

The former was like dumping a bucket of water haphazardly.

The latter was like using a hose—precise and efficient.

Thus, Li Mo’s meridian-opening process could only be described as "effortless."

There was no such thing as a bottleneck, let alone the risk of injury.

What seemed simple was actually the result of multiple factors working in perfect harmony: the Xuanpin Immortal Physique, a mastered supreme cultivation technique, and the enhanced meridians from the Extreme Soldier’s Forged Body—all were indispensable.

"Tch, this is a bit slow."

"At this rate, it’ll probably take until midnight to fully unblock the ‘Yang Link’ meridian."

Li Mo sighed inwardly.

These words could only remain in his thoughts.

If spoken aloud and overheard, he’d likely get beaten up.

Even the outer disciples of the sect were elites selected from across an entire prefecture, cycling through generations, all striving to enter the inner sect.

The condition? Within three years, unblock all twelve primary meridians and reach the Internal Breath realm.

Yet, in the end, only one in ten succeeded.

And here he was, complaining about speed?

Unconsciously, night deepened.

A moon more than ten times larger than Blue Star’s hung high, casting the Qingyuan Mountain Range in a silvery glow.

Inside the room, the fluctuations of heaven and earth’s qi gradually settled.

"The Yang Link is open."

Li Mo glanced outside—the moon had just reached its zenith.

Roughly... three hours?

If others found out, they’d think they’d seen a ghost.

But within Li Mo’s body, the newly unblocked meridian pulsed with vast amounts of qi and blood, undeniable in its presence.

Of course, this was within his expectations.

What truly surprised him was the number of meridians he possessed.

"I should have... thirty-six primary meridians?"

Li Mo was both shocked and exhilarated.

For martial artists, primary meridians were akin to engines.

This meant the qi and blood he could wield in the future would be triple that of an ordinary Qi-Blood realm cultivator.

The gap in combat power would be even more staggering.

"The sect’s trial is in just over ten days."

"No idea if something unexpected will happen."

After all, Ying Bing’s evaluation of him had plainly stated: "Fate fraught with turmoil."

So, if nothing went wrong, something was bound to go wrong with her.

And if she ran into trouble, Li Mo, sharing the same roof, would inevitably get dragged into it.

A faint sense of urgency rose in his heart.

He craved power!

"The qi I’ve accumulated should be enough to unblock one more meridian."

Li Mo muttered to himself.

After a quick trip to the bathroom and a sip of water, he sat back down.

The fluctuations of heaven and earth’s qi stirred once more.

Strangely enough, as long as he cultivated, he never seemed to feel fatigue or exhaustion.

If not for the limitations of qi-to-blood conversion speed, he could probably grind twelve hours a day without issue...

Next door.

Ying Bing’s room was frozen over, many items ruined by the cold.

She never lit candles.

When she trained, candles weren’t even permitted to burn.

Back in the Moon Palace, the entire hall was illuminated by jade crystal lamps fueled by mermaid fat.

"Two meridians."

"Still not fast enough."

Ying Bing lowered her gaze, calculating silently.

The legacy site she aimed to enter required at least eight unblocked meridians in the Qi-Blood realm.

In other words, she had to unblock six more in these ten-odd days.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced.

The sect trial for this year... hadn’t been peaceful.

Back then, she hadn’t yet unblocked her meridians and wasn’t a participant, but she’d heard whispers.

Rumors that a small number of disciples had vanished during the trial.

Not died—vanished. No bodies, no traces.

What exactly happened remained a mystery.

"Every bit of strength increases my chances."

"I must obtain one of the Nine-Colored Phoenix’s soul fragments."

Ying Bing’s jade-green eyes flickered like snow under moonlight.

In her past life, she’d stumbled into a secret realm born from one of the Nine-Colored Phoenix’s nine soul fragments—the "Aurora Fragment."

It was this that revealed her talent and altered her destiny.

Throughout her life, this legacy remained inseparable from her.

Later, through serendipity and schemes, she gathered all nine fragments, which became a cornerstone of her invincible path.

Among her life’s greatest opportunities, the Nine-Colored Phoenix ranked in the top three.

Her self-created divine art, the Nine-Colored Mystic Phoenix Scripture, could only be cultivated with all nine fragments.

"Is Li Mo still cultivating next door?"

"He’s got some perseverance."

Oddly, the mere thought of Li Mo nearby sent ripples across the frozen lake of her heart.

She didn’t dislike the feeling—but she disliked how it affected her.

What annoyed her more was that she couldn’t trace the origin of this emotion.

"Could it be because I still owe him a favor?"

After a moment’s thought, Ying Bing made a decision.

She’d take Li Mo to the legacy site.

Any minor opportunity there could alter an ordinary person’s fate.

Perhaps it might even allow him to step beyond Purple Sun Prefecture in his lifetime—maybe even the Eastern Wasteland Domain.

If he could glimpse even a fraction of the true wonders of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, his life wouldn’t have been in vain.