There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"Stop at the right point? I don't think that's the case."

She didn't really intend to fight, but Yan Lingji still pouted and looked a little angry. She walked around to Jiang Mo and gently pinched his cheek with her slender fingers to vent her anger:

"I think those girls all have ulterior motives. The way they look at you is different from how they look at others."

"Really? What kind of look is that?"

Jiang Mo hadn't really paid attention to this point before. After hearing Yan Lingji's explanation, he couldn't help but pause slightly, but still couldn't figure out what was different, so he casually asked a question in return.

"How should I know? Anyway, it's that kind of thing..."

Yan Lingji paused, unable to contain herself. She was not a well-educated young lady from a prominent family, nor did she understand what the other girls in the village were thinking. For a moment, she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to hum out a line:

"Yeah, it's like they're ready to devour you. You'd better be careful, don't be fooled by their act!"

As her senior, Yan Lingji felt it was necessary to give Jiang Mo a proper reminder.

Jiang Mo just smiled lightly, seemingly unconcerned, as if he hadn't taken Yan Lingji's advice to heart.

He simply stood up from the bamboo chair and looked at Yan Lingji with a smile.

At thirteen, girls who develop early are already in the season of initial maturity. They may continue to grow taller, but not as rapidly as before.

But for the boy, this was just the beginning.

Jiang Mo, who was originally slightly shorter than Yan Lingji, has grown to be the same height as her by leaps and bounds, and it is only a matter of time before he surpasses her in height.

Of course, Jiang Mo was looking at much more than just height.

As the saying goes, "A graceful young girl of thirteen or so, like a budding cardamom flower in early February." In ancient times, when girls married young, thirteen years old was considered to be a significant age beyond the typical definition of a girl.

The childlike innocence that once belonged to Yu Yanlingji can no longer be seen on her face.

Her long, flowing hair cascading down her back, her bright eyes and white teeth gleaming in her smile, her slender figure just beginning to bloom, her long, fair legs and toes…

Everywhere you look, you see the youthful beauty of a girl.

Even a light sniff reveals a faint, delicate fragrance, not overpowering, but carrying a warm, almost fiery scent.

"why are you laughing?"

Yan Lingji felt a little confused by Jiang Mo's stare. She unconsciously twirled her fingers around her hair, not understanding what he was grinning about.

Is it just because he's the same height as her?

What a loser! If you're going to compete, you should compete with Wushuang Gui!

"It's nothing, I just think life is still pretty good~"

Jiang Mo responded with a light smile, and Yan Lingji across from him also laughed. She patted Jiang Mo's shoulder and said with a cheerful laugh:

"Really? Then I have some good news to share."

"Priest, we're looking for you!"

Chapter 30: Heading to Fire Rain Manor

"what?"

Jiang Mo, who had been leisurely enjoying the peaceful life, immediately lost his composure after hearing what Yan Lingji said.

It was like being lounging in bed on the weekend when you suddenly receive a call from your boss.

He almost suffered cardiac arrest.

"The High Priest sent you to see me. Is there something important you need me to do? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Unable to hold back his complaint, Jiang Mo hurriedly headed outside.

"Haha, who told someone to know the answer but still guess blindly? They'll have to take responsibility for the wasted time~"

Yan Lingji stuck out her pink tongue, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

She moved with light, graceful steps, showing no signs of the chaos and haste of war, yet she easily followed Jiang Mo's side, preparing to return to report to the shaman.

This girl, never mind, I'll settle the score with you later!

Jiang Mo, who had no time to argue with Yan Lingji, could only accept that he had suffered a loss in silence. After leaving the room, he immediately began to move freely, his movements light and agile, as swift as a cat leaping.

Moreover, they don't follow the usual path.

Once outside, he flipped himself onto the roof, then walked on the eaves and leaped on his fingers. Even the martial arts masters in wuxia films who could fly over walls and scale rooftops were no better than him.

This is "Treading on Snow and Falling Plum Blossoms".

A technique that defies easy categorization as either a light-footed movement skill or a witchcraft secret art allows those who master it to move with light steps and agility, performing incredible movements as if leaping like a nimble cat.

If one reaches the pinnacle, one may indeed leave no trace in the snow.

Fearing that he had wasted too much time, Jiang Mo also brought out the real skills he had honed over the years, not only using the "Treading Snow and Falling Plum Blossoms Step" but also activating his natal Gu.

It breaks free from its cocoon and transforms into a feathered Gu, gently flapping its wings between its dantian.

The next second, Jiang Mo's Crescent Moon Blade, which was hanging at his waist, flew out of his hand, and the silk thread tied to its tail was pulled out and tightened as quickly as a kite string.

This crescent-shaped scimitar was specially crafted by Jiang Mo.

It is not a divine weapon, but it is unique in its design. The overall shape is like a crescent moon, and the blade has many barbs.

Compared to ordinary curved swords, it is more like a unique and unusual weapon.

And indeed, this is true. In addition to its basic function as a scimitar, it can also work in conjunction with Jiang Mo's "Breaking the Cocoon and Transforming into Feathered Gu" to unleash a variety of unpredictable and unpredictable techniques.

For example, at this moment, the crescent-shaped blade flew out and immediately bit into the cliff face like a hook.

This allowed Jiang Mo to leap into the air with all his might, solving the problem of having nowhere to grab hold in the air and saving him a considerable amount of time, allowing him to climb over the cliff face.

The agility of its movements is simply breathtaking.

Even so, Jiang Mo couldn't shake off Yan Lingji. Compared to his diligent study and hard work, this naturally gifted girl was definitely a cheat code.

The fact that she was high in the air with nowhere to grab onto was not a problem for her at all.

Now, Yan Lingji is fully capable of walking on flames. As long as she has enough energy to condense flames, she can easily climb over even the highest cliffs.

However, Jiang Mo also deserves credit for this.

During the previous Chinese New Year, Jiang Mo felt unusually lonely because he couldn't hear the sound of firecrackers. So he pulled Yan Lingji aside and told her a story about how a young man compressed flames to create an explosion during a martial arts competition, thus defeating an enemy who was immune to fire burns.

Clearly, the ending of this story has been altered by Jiang Mo.

Besides finding it boring, Jiang Mo said that the story also had ulterior motives.

Although Yan Lingji is quite powerful, her methods in the original work are too limited. If she were to encounter an opponent who could control fire, she would often end up as nothing more than a lighter.

While the explosive flames are also a type of fire, their destructive effect is closer to that of pure physical means. Even if one is immune to burning, being hit by one will inevitably cause severe damage to the internal organs.

Yan Lingji's aptitude for fire control truly surprised Jiang Mo.

Not only did he grasp the trick of creating explosive flames shortly after telling his story, but he also spent the whole night setting off the special firecrackers made by Yan Ling Ji, and even figured out the Flame Step he is now using.

The underlying principle is roughly that small bursts of fire condense beneath one's feet.

Using the force of the explosion, they could achieve flight by leaping through the air and riding on flames. The scientific sophistication of this feat is comparable to that of flying guns or rocket jumps…

It's just that the Baiyue were, after all, uncivilized barbarians.

Despite receiving meticulous training, Yan Lingji, who grew up in this environment, still only developed less than one percent of her talents.

Fortunately, Jiang Mo, as a time traveler, has no shortage of similar whimsical ideas.

The two men, one locking the moon and hooking the cliff, the other treading on flames in mid-air, displayed extraordinary skills that amazed many villagers, who looked up at their unrestrained and free-spirited figures.

The disdain that once filled the eyes that looked at Jiang Mo was gone.

Everyone knew that this young man, who was learning from the shaman, was already a carp that had leaped over the dragon gate, and he didn't need Yan Lingji's care or favoritism at all.

Instead, he could stand beside her on equal footing.

However, Jiang Mo remained indifferent to how the other villagers viewed him. After rushing to the shaman's residence with Yan Lingji, he immediately bowed in respect.

"High Priest, you wanted to see me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, that's right..."

The shaman, who was lying on a bamboo chair with his back to the two people, responded slowly and even made a muffled yawning sound, as if he had been startled awake from a nap.

Jiang Mo secretly glanced at Yan Lingji and saw that she was covering her mouth and chuckling.

Well, I've been tricked by this little girl again. It's true that the priestess is looking for me, but things aren't urgent at all; I was just being too impatient.

Jiang Mo felt helpless, but he could only blame himself for being careless and falling into the trap.

If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that although Yan Lingji likes to tease him, she never jokes about important matters. The fact that she still has the leisure to play the "guess who I am" game means that things are definitely not urgent.

In fact, the shaman was quite old.

After Jiang Mo concocted a bamboo recliner on his own and presented it to the shaman as a gift to express his filial piety, the old man fell in love with the recliner.

I often fall asleep while lying on it and rocking back and forth.

To avoid being caught slacking off, he deliberately turned the back of his chair outwards so that anyone coming by would immediately notice if he was dozing off.

The priest was also dazed for a while before he got up from the recliner and turned around to look at him.

"There's something I'd like you to do with Yan'er. It's no small matter, and it involves a long journey. What do you think, Mo?"

"Please give your orders, High Priest."

Upon hearing that it was an important matter to be done with Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo agreed without hesitation, then paused before asking:

"Where are we headed? When should we set off?"

"We will set off in three days for Fire Rain Manor."

Chapter 31 Ah Yan, shall I give you some gifts?

"Fire Rain Manor? That's wonderful!"

Upon hearing the place name uttered by the shaman, Yan Lingji, who had initially shown a calm reaction, suddenly brightened up and couldn't help but grab Jiang Mo's arm and shake it vigorously.

"Amo, did you hear that? We're going to Fire Rain Manor!"