1144 Cut Off His Desires

Two days later.

Qiao Mu opened her eyes wide and indistinctly felt dissatisfied.

The barrier at the level-13 peak was clearly within reach, but no matter how long she cultivated, she still couldn't break through.

If she still had her senses like in the past, then she would definitely understand that cultivating so impetuously wasn't actually such a good thing.

At present, she had already assimilated the essence earth until only a fifth was remaining in a short few days. This truly was too fast.

Cult Master Ding walked over while carrying a pile of fruits. Upon seeing her open her eyes, his eyes automatically lit up. "Lil' Blockhead, you've concluded your cultivation."

Qiao Mu blinked, her gaze continuously following him back and forth.

Upon seeing him carrying over a large pile of small, multicolored fruits, she involuntarily stood up and pattered up to him. She then conveniently snatched several fruits from his hands and subconsciously stuffed them into her mouth.

Cult Master Ding was startled, after which he waved his hand before her eyes in delight. "Your eyes are okay?"

Qiao Mu didn't pay him any attention. Seeing that she ate a good few fruits, Cult Master Ding thought that it meant the fruits he picked were quite delicious.

Thereupon, he also grabbed two and tossed them into his mouth, and then…

And then he spat them out. His handsome face had completely scrunched up as he exclaimed at Qiao Mu in disbelief, "You! Don't eat it, it's so freaking sour!"

As he spoke, he also hastily knocked away the fruits in her hands. "How are these edible!"

This child was too unparticular about these things. They were so sour, yet she could still eat them so calmly and collectedly. It was simply too incredible.

Qiao Mu's pitch-black eyeballs turned from his action. Subsequently, she pivoted her face, intending to trot off.

Cult Master Ding quickly grasped her sleeve and pleaded dolefully, "How about this, I'll bring you to eat good food in the city, okay?"

Yet Qiao Mu broke his grip on her sleeve and threw his hand away before briskly patting off the nonexistent dust on her sleeve. Just as she turned around to leave, her brows suddenly jerked, and an austere presence assaulted her squarely, so fast that you couldn't imagine it.

In a flash, Qiao Mu had instinctually flipped to the side on the spot, evading this fatal sword strike, before lightly leaping to Ding Yun's side.

Ding Yun was shocked, and he swiftly moved to shield Qiao Mu behind him. He glowered at the two elders who darted out from the trees. "Beitan Guardians, what are you two doing."

"Young Master, apologies!" With a deep shout, one of the elders flew forward to grab Ding Yun.

The other person bolted forward while shrouded in a dense mystic energy, attacking Qiao Mu again.

Just as Qiao Mu turned to leap aside, she was met with a large pair of blood-red scissors, which snipped at her wrist precisely.

This mystic weapon was very formidable, snipping off a piece of her sleeve with this exchange.

If she hadn't shrunk her hand back quickly, that thing would have snipped her fair, tender wrist.

*Bam!* Qiao Mu hit the back of the elder's hand with a side kick, whose recoil she used to move backwards. She stomped agilely onto a withered tree and flashed in mid-air with a leap before landing behind the elder's back.

Her black ferule abruptly appeared in her hand, and she fiercely struck the back of the elder's head with a surging mystic energy attack.

The elder swiftly activated his defensive barrier and turned around to block with his large scissors.

A light clang rang out, and the shock made her wrist ache as she took a step back.

"Elder Heng, stop it!" Ding Yun's pupils contracted as he crazily tried to sweep away the guardian that was hounding him.