50: Chapter 50 This is powerful!

"What a coincidence, I am also heading out to seek the immortals."

"You too..."

At that moment, Luo Qingxue's stomach suddenly rumbled.

Su Mo silently handed her the bowl of porridge.

Luo Qingxue blushed as she took it and began to sip. As the hot porridge settled in her stomach, her pale complexion finally regained some color.

A pot of white porridge was quickly finished by the two of them.

"Full?"

Luo Qingxue nodded.

"Young Master Su, is there any running water nearby?"

"No need to be so formal, just call me Su Mo. There is a small river right next to us. Are you going to take a bath?"

"But I smell a faint scent of blood on you. If you are injured, it is best not to bathe to avoid infection."

Hearing this, Luo Qingxue lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"It is not an injury..."

Su Mo suddenly realized what she meant and could not help but blush.

"Oh, oh! Then go ahead and wash. I will wait for you here."

"Mm..."

Su Mo turned his back, shaking off the idle thoughts in his mind, and sank his consciousness into his Dantian, where nine green specks of light were slowly rotating.

Over the course of the night, the 'Idle Cultivation Method' Su Mo had been researching had reached the entry level. Even without consciously trying to Cultivate, he could perform other tasks while running his breathing technique to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Qi specks.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as Su Mo was about to go check if Luo Qingxue had been washed away by the water, he finally heard the sound of her returning footsteps.

Su Mo turned his head and was instantly dazed.

Having washed away the dirt and grime, Luo Qingxue's skin was as white as snow. Her wet, long hair draped over her shoulders, carrying a mist of water. Her previously filthy outer garment had been washed clean and hung over her arm; she wore only a single layer of white inner clothing, making the pale pink embroidered bodice underneath visible at a glance.

"*Cough...*"

Luo Qingxue gave a light cough, and Su Mo finally snapped out of it, asking with a composed expression.

"Miss Xue, is this the only clothing you have? Why don't you wear mine for now?"

He reached into his Storage Pouch, pulled out a set of black men's clothing, and handed it over.

"Thank you, Young Master Su. My real name is Luo Qingxue; you can just call me Qingxue."

"All my clothes were in the carriage, but they were burned by those Martial Artists."

Luo Qingxue cast a subtle glance at the Storage Pouch, which naturally did not escape Su Mo's notice.

Su Mo held the Storage Pouch in his hand and openly showed it to her.

"This is a Storage Pouch. I stripped it off the State Preceptor."

Curiously, Luo Qingxue took the Storage Pouch and tried reaching inside. She felt something hard and pulled it out—it was actually an iron pot larger than the pouch itself.

After putting the iron pot in and out several times, Luo Qingxue reluctantly returned it to Su Mo.

"The State Preceptor..."

"The State Preceptor is dead. I killed him!"

Su Mo's tone was flat, but it made Luo Qingxue snap her head up, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shock.

"You killed the State Preceptor?!"

"Young Master Su, are... are you an Immortal Master?"

Luo Qingxue's voice trembled. She had personally witnessed the State Preceptor's power—he was practically omnipotent, capable of flying and burrowing through the earth—yet the young man before her had actually killed him.

Su Mo shook his head.

"I am not considered a Cultivator yet. I am just a slightly stronger Mortal."

Hearing this, Luo Qingxue was even more shocked.

"To be able to slay an immortal with a Mortal body... what kind of incredible power is that!"

"Young Master Su, how can I become like you!"

"Like me?!"

Four wings unfurled from Su Mo's back, and a black-and-red exoskeleton enveloped his entire body. He rose into the air, his red compound eyes staring straight down at Luo Qingxue on the ground.

"Are you willing to become like this?"

Luo Qingxue looked up at the seemingly non-human figure in mid-air. Her pupils dilated in shock, yet there was no trace of fear.

"I... am willing!"

Seeing this, Su Mo sighed inwardly.

This girl really has guts; she truly lives up to her background as a Princess.

Su Mo retracted his wings and landed on the ground.

"You can't learn this stuff; it's innate..."

Upon hearing this, a look of disappointment appeared on Luo Qingxue's face.

"You should practice this instead."

A book landed in Luo Qingxue's arms. She instinctively picked it up; the cover bore the five large characters for the Tai Xu Qi Guiding Art.

"I got this from that old State Preceptor. It's the introductory Cultivation Technique of the Taixu Sect."

"You should practice this; it packs a punch."

Luo Qingxue's fingers trembled as she held the Cultivation Technique. She looked at Su Mo with gratitude, tears shimmering in her eyes.

"What? Thinking of offering yourself to me in gratitude?"

"Then you'd be looking at three years minimum."

Luo Qingxue's movements stiffened, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

"Young Master Su, what are you talking about?"

"I mean, this Young Master is only ten years old this year. Getting married is illegal. Did you know that?"

Luo Qingxue's whole body jolted, and the Cultivation Technique in her hand almost fell into the fire.

She widened her eyes and looked him up and down.

"Te-ten years old?!"

With Su Mo's muscular build and handsome features, there was not the slightest hint of a ten-year-old child about him.

"What? Don't I look it?"

Su Mo winked at her and patted his eight-pack abs. "I just developed a bit well, that's all."

Luo Qingxue suddenly burst out laughing.

"Young Master Su, you really love to joke."

Su Mo was left speechless.

No one believes me when I tell the truth. Indeed, the world's morals are truly in decline.

The clothes by the fire were soon dried. Luo Qingxue folded them and put them into Su Mo's Storage Pouch.

For traveling, it would be more comfortable to wear the convenient men's clothing.

"Wait! Are you planning to walk all the way to the immortal Sect?"

"How else?"

Luo Qingxue blinked in confusion.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Su Mo's eyes as he reached out and swept her up by the waist.

"Hold on tight!"

With a flap of his four wings, the two of them instantly soared into the clouds.

Luo Qingxue's scream pierced the sky as she clung tightly to Su Mo's neck. Clouds rolled beneath their feet. Luo Qingxue's hair had long since been blown loose by the gale; only as her black tresses danced in the wind did she dare to open her tightly shut eyes.

From high above, the forest below looked like a vast emerald ocean, rapidly receding.

"It is ten thousand miles away. By the time you walked there, your child would already be three years old."

Luo Qingxue was stunned at first, but then she realized what he meant, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

"Young Master Su, how can you make such a joke?"

She made a gesture to pound on Su Mo's chest.

Seeing this, a glint of mischief flashed in Su Mo's eyes. He suddenly retracted the four wings on his back, and the two of them immediately went into a free fall, accelerating downward.

Luo Qingxue's screams were torn apart by the gale as the two of them plummeted toward the sea of trees like a meteor.

When they were less than ten meters from the treetops, Su Mo's four wings suddenly unfurled, and their downward plunge instantly transitioned into a glide.

"Are you crazy?"

Luo Qingxue clung to Su Mo's neck with all her might, her body pressed close to his.

Su Mo could clearly feel her rapid heartbeat through the fabric, like a startled fawn.

The young girl screamed loudly, her warm breath puffing against his neck.

Su Mo laughed wildly, his compound eyes reflecting the girl's shaken face.

"What? Scared?"

He suddenly leaned close to her ear, his voice blending with the sound of the wind.

"Remember, the path of Cultivation—is much more thrilling than this!"