Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 92: Are you also a troublemaker from Konoha? You like bullying so much?

Time flies, and two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Two weeks is neither a long nor a short time.

During this period, Dong Mo lived a life as disciplined as an ascetic, getting up early every day to practice swordsmanship, and then lowering his cultivation level to compete in swordsmanship with Gu Ziyue and Feng Ling Shuang.

At noon, he would meditate to consolidate his inner strength, and in the evening, he would try to defeat those troublesome cheat codes. He spent his days bickering and playing around, leading a very fulfilling life.

After Yin Lingsu's grueling training, Dong Mo's foundation in swordsmanship was thoroughly solidified.

Meanwhile, thanks to the amusement he created for the Blazing Sun Divine Sword during this period of embarrassing himself, he thoroughly mastered the first level of the Divine Sword, and even achieved complete control over the first move, "The Desolate Slaughter Buries the Mortal World." Compared to two weeks ago, he was a completely different person.

Furthermore, Dong Mo's mastery of the Purple Nether Sword, Devouring Heaven True Blood, Kunpeng Treasure Technique, and Tranquil Mind Sword Art never ceased. The favorability and proficiency of each of these cheats improved to varying degrees with the system's assistance.

And so life progressed steadily amidst chaos, and Dong Mo continued to grow through repeated torment.

That morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated over the sword-fighting field.

Feng Ling Shuang, gripping the Phoenix Cry Sword, stood opposite Dong Mo, her expression more serious than ever before. A burning fighting spirit blazed in her azure eyes.

"Senior Brother Dong, please enlighten me."

Dong Mo paused for a moment, then nodded and drew his sword. He had fought Feng Ling Shuang countless times during this period, and every time she lost, she would say with red eyes, "I will definitely win next time," but this time... it felt different.

Feng Ling Shuang took a deep breath, and the Phoenix Cry Sword suddenly shone with a dazzling red light!

"The Radiant Sun Severing Gods with its Sword! A Desolate Slaughter Buries the Mortal World!"

Feng Ling Shuang's swordplay was fierce, and her sword energy transformed into a crimson sword curtain that pressed down from the sky. Although the sword intent only had seven-tenths of the original's essence, its power was not to be underestimated.

Clearly, she hadn't been idle these past two weeks, and with her amazing talent, she had managed to comprehend this technique to a near-complete degree.

However, in Dong Mo's opinion, these were still too childish!

Dong Mo merely narrowed his eyes slightly, flicked his wrist, and the longsword was lightly handed out.

"Tranquility of Mind: Breaking Sword Style"

There were no dazzling light effects, no earth-shattering roar. Just a simple sword strike, precisely piercing the weakest point of Feng Ling Shuang's sword technique.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang suddenly rang out.

Feng Ling Shuang felt a numbness in her hand, and her sword momentum instantly collapsed. The crimson sword energy that filled the sky dissipated into the air like shattered glass. Her body staggered forward two steps due to inertia, almost falling to the ground.

Dong Mo sheathed his sword and stood up, nodding slightly: "You flatter me."

Feng Ling Shuang steadied herself and gripped the Phoenix Cry Sword tightly in her hand. Her lips were pressed together, and her face was a little pale, but she quickly regained her composure.

Feng Ling Shuang looked up at Dong Mo and suddenly asked.

"Senior brother, why don't you use the Radiant Sun Divine Slayer Sword?"

Before Dong Mo could speak, a gloating sneer came from the side.

"What else could it be? It's because you're not good enough!"

Gu Ziyue crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar, her fox ears twitching triumphantly, her amber eyes full of mockery.

"Hmph... When you were mocking me just now, I thought you were some kind of expert. But in the end, aren't you just like me, a defeated opponent of Dong Mo?"

Feng Ling Shuang's cheeks twitched slightly: "Hmm..."

She then glared fiercely at Gu Ziyue, but surprisingly didn't retaliate. After a moment of silence, she turned her head and looked at Dong Mo with a firm gaze.

"Next time. Next time I'll definitely beat you."

Feng Ling Shuang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

Dong Mo smiled slightly and sheathed his longsword: "Junior Sister Feng, I'll be waiting for you~"

Upon hearing the words "Junior Sister," Feng Ling Shuang paused for a moment, then her ears turned slightly red. She didn't say anything more, turned around and walked down from the sword-training ground, but her grip on the sword tightened a bit more than before.

Just as Dong Mo was feeling smug about his victory, a voice suddenly called out from behind him...

"Dong Mo, stop showing off."

Yin Lingsu had somehow appeared at the other end of the sword-training field, holding the Demon Sword Star Calamity in her hand, her golden eyes smiling as she looked at him.

"Come, play with your master."

Upon seeing this, Dong Mo's smile instantly froze on his face. He looked at the radiant smile on Yin Lingsu's face, then at the Star Tribulation sword in her hand, which gleamed with an eerie blood-red light, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Hey, Master! Seriously?! You're back again...?"

"Otherwise what?" Yin Lingsu pointed the tip of the Starry Calamity sword at Dong Mo, and then charged at Dong Mo without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Dong Mo didn't hesitate and immediately activated the Soaring Roc Wind Control Technique within the Kunpeng Treasure Art. He transformed into a wisp of breeze, instantly creating a distance of dozens of feet between himself and Yin Lingsu.

"Don't run away, come and practice with your master!"

Yin Lingsu's figure appeared in front of Dong Mo like a ghost, so fast that Dong Mo didn't even have time to react.

"Are you suggesting I run away and wait to be hacked to death?" Dong Mo shouted as he dodged. "Do you think I'm an idiot? What kind of good person practices with their disciple by pulling out a weapon as powerful as the Demon Sword Star Constellation Calamity?"

Yin Lingsu tilted her head and said matter-of-factly, "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so if this is practice, it should be a real fight."

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Dong Mo narrowly dodged a sword strike, feeling as if several strands of his hair had been shaved off. "Please don't impose your muscle-bound demon culture on others!"

Faced with Dong Mo's sharp criticism, the always self-willed Yin Lingsu simply ignored it: "Well then... I'm going to go now..."

"Hey, hey... I didn't agree to fight you! Please don't leave your disciple aside and make decisions on your own!"

Yin Lingsu ignored Dong Mo's nonsense and unleashed a blood-red curtain of swords that enveloped her.

Dong Mo let out a miserable cry and had no choice but to unleash the devastating power of Xiao Xiao Sha Sha Zang Hong Chen to desperately defend himself.

Then he started running. Running with all his might.

His Fuyou Kunpeng Wind Control Technique was pushed to its limit, and his figure became a blur on the sword training ground, dodging left and right, leaping up and down. However, no matter where he ran, Yin Lingsu's sword would follow immediately, like a leech.

A few minutes later, Dong Mo miraculously survived the pursuit, despite his certainty of death.

Looking at Dong Mo now, he was lying on the ground, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his hair sticking messily to his forehead. Yin Lingsu, on the other hand, stood beside him, not even breaking a sweat.

"Dong Mo, your stamina is terrible." Yin Lingsu squatted down, her golden eyes filled with a mischievous smile. "You're still panting after training for so long. It seems we need to strengthen your training in this area."

Dong Mo lay on the ground, too exhausted to even roll his eyes.

Clearly... clearly it's you, the Nascent Soul stage violent female gorilla, who's bullying the weak! You, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, trying to outlast me, a Golden Core stage cultivator, is that something to be proud of?

Dong Mo muttered resentfully, "This...this is blatant bullying! You mother gorilla, you must be from Konoha Village..."

Yin Lingsu tilted her head: "Huh? What did you say?"

Dong Mo looked guilty: "No...it's nothing."