Return of the Sword

After Zhuang Xue'e finished speaking, several young masters and ladies from wealthy families looked at the person on the stage with amusement on their faces.

The woman who had just greeted Zhuang Xue'e came closer and teased, "I didn't know, Xue'e, you like this style?"

"Who is this Mr. Qin? I've never seen him before."

"That's low-key enough."

She glanced meaningfully at Qin Mo's attire, and the young masters and ladies chuckled softly.

Out of consideration for Zhuang Xue'e, no one dared to openly mock her.

The way they looked at Qin Mo was filled with mockery, disdain, and... pity.

Zhuang Xue'e, frank and straightforward, didn't notice the malice in their eyes. She even linked arms with Qin Mo and introduced him, saying, "He's a doctor, and he's also my grandfather's savior!"

The woman who asked the question rolled her eyes: What kind of status did she think she had? After all this time, she's just an ordinary man who took advantage of a favor to climb the social ladder.

She quickly pulled Zhuang Xue'e to her side, saying unhappily, "Xue'e, are you stupid? What kind of status do you have, and what kind of position does he have? How could you find a boyfriend like this?"

"I've seen plenty of men like him. He's using the opportunity of treating Old Zhuang's illness to cling to you like a leech."

"You absolutely mustn't fall for that!"

Zhuang Xue'e was a little embarrassed.

After all, Qin Mo was someone she had hired to act, and he wasn't even willing to come.

Just as she was about to stop them from refuting, others spoke up as well.

"That's right, Xue'e. Aren't people of our status and position rare enough to see someone risk their life to climb the social ladder?"

"Young Master Huo is here today too. You and he are childhood sweethearts. With him around, how could you possibly be interested in someone like him?"

"I think this kid is just taking advantage of your gratitude towards him to try and corrupt you."

"That's right, that's right, Xue'e, don't worry. When Young Master Huo arrives, we'll make this kid tell the truth immediately!"

A group of people chattered amongst themselves, trampling Qin Mo into the dust.

Zhuang Xue'e wanted to explain, but she didn't have a chance to interrupt.

Moreover, Li Wan'er pressed her down, saying, "Xue'e, you're too naive. You don't know how cunning these lowly losers can be!"

"You mustn't do anything foolish. This kind of peasant isn't even as good as one of Young Master Huo's fingers."

"You just stay put, we'll teach him a lesson later!"

Zhuang Xue'e didn't expect that she only wanted Qin Mo to help her show off, mainly to avoid these people always making fun of her and Huo Shaochong.

I never expected it to turn out like this.

She was so angry that her face turned pale. She was about to explain to Qin Mo when she realized that he wasn't even looking in her direction.

Qin Mo had anticipated this situation before he came.

These spoiled brats look down on ordinary people from the lower classes the most.

He was only there because he couldn't refuse Zhuang Xue'e, and he was just going through the motions; he had no interest in it.

Feeling bored, I decided to watch the sword fights on stage.

Zhuang Xue'e suddenly remembered that when she first met Qin Mo, the two almost came to blows.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo had some martial arts background, which put her at a disadvantage.

She warned the others to keep quiet, then walked over to Qin Mo and said, "Are you interested? Want to go up and give it a try? There are sparring partners here."

Qin Mo shook his head: "Not interested, just watching the show."

He truly had no interest, because his sword was for killing, not for display.

As soon as the words were spoken, the winner was decided on the stage.

Unexpectedly, the person on the left flicked his sword, knocking the loser's sword away, and the sword flew towards Qin Mo.

Zhuang Xue'e was startled and instinctively tried to push him away.

Qin Mo remained unmoved, and then saw the sword fall less than half a meter away from him.

With a loud clang, the crowd gasped in surprise.

Zhuang Xue'e, still shaken, glared angrily at the person on stage: "Huo Shaochong, what do you mean by this!"

At this moment, the winner on the stage took off his protective helmet, revealing a dashing and unrestrained face.

The man didn't even glance at Qin Mo, but grinned at Zhuang Xue'e: "Don't be angry, Xue'e. I just accidentally dropped my paw. Did I scare the little kid you brought along?"

The others gathered around, and Li Wan'er was the first to scoff, speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Young Master Huo, you really know how to joke. Who doesn't know you're the young master of the Xuanwu Army!"

"From a young age, you were personally trained by General Xuanwu, and at the age of sixteen you entered the Western Sichuan Reserve Army for training."

"You're a master of the Vajra Earth Realm in martial arts, how could you possibly fail?"

Qin Mo had already gleaned some of the meaning from what Li Wan'er had just said.

Huo Shaochong held a fencing sword, but he used proper martial arts swordsmanship.

It's true that the sparring coach didn't dare to injure him, but his skills are indeed quite good.

In martial arts, one progresses from the lowest level to the Vajra Realm, and then to the Free and Unfettered Realm.

Each realm is further divided into the mortal realm, the earthly realm, and the heavenly realm.

In this world, those who can reach the Vajra Realm can be called true martial artists.

A Vajra Realm cultivator is enough to fight ten opponents and defeat ten second-rate martial artists.

Above the Free and Unfettered Realm lies the Divine Travel Realm, which no one has ever seen and is rumored to be close to the Earth Immortal Realm.

However, because this realm is so rare and mysterious, many people believe that it does not actually exist.

The elites in the general military are only at the very beginning of the Vajra Realm.

Someone like Huo Shaochong is indeed quite good.

However, Li Wan'er's bluntness at this moment was tantamount to humiliating Qin Mo.

Even if Huo Shaochong did it on purpose, or even killed him directly, what could he do?

How dare some poor kid from who-knows-where say "no"?

Huo Shaochong stood on the stage, staring at Qin Mo with a half-smile: "Kid, what do you say?"

Before Qin Mo could speak, Zhuang Xue'e's beautiful eyes flashed with anger, and she was about to argue with him.

Qin Mo stopped him.

"It's nothing, just a small matter," Qin Mo said indifferently.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was another burst of snickers around him.

Li Wan'er had an "I knew it" look on her face, and she looked smug.

She just revealed Huo Shaochong's identity, so that kid won't dare to cause any trouble.

Sure enough, those from humble backgrounds are destined to be lowly; they'll do anything to climb the social ladder.

Zhuang Xue'e retorted, "What do you mean by 'a little thing'? That sword almost hit you just now!"

"With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"You belong to me, Zhuang Xue'e, now!"

Her pretty face flushed with anger. She never expected Qin Mo to be so spineless, making her lose face as well.

Qin Mo's reaction was exactly what Huo Shaochong had expected. When he heard Zhuang Xue'e say that Qin Mo was her man, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Pointing his sword at Qin Mo, he said arrogantly, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and return the sword to me. I want to continue playing around."

As soon as he said this, everyone was waiting to see Qin Mo make a fool of himself.

Zhuang Xue'e stomped her foot: "Don't you dare pick it up! If you do, I'll... I'll..."

She was furious, but Qin Mo was her hired boyfriend, and she really couldn't do anything about it.

Moreover, as soon as she finished speaking, Qin Mo was already bending down to pick up the sword.

Seeing how useless he was, Zhuang Xue'e turned her head away, no longer wanting to care.

I should never have brought him!

A group of second-generation rich kids were laughing and joking, and some even took out their phones to film the scene.

Huo Shaochong crossed his arms with satisfaction: "You're smart to know what's good for you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Qin Mo suddenly threw the sword in his hand in his direction.

The sword flew towards him with lightning speed!

He tried to block it, but it was too late, and he instinctively screamed in fright.

--when!

With a clang, the sword plunged between his feet...