Sitting in her room, Yu Yunwei looked at her still somewhat swollen hand, recalling how Xiao Mo had struck it with his blade sheath not long ago.

A flash of hatred appeared in her eyes.

She had never been hit since childhood but he actually dared to hit me!

"Yunwei, since Xue Kui won't teach you, from now on, I will discipline you."

Recalling those words Xiao Mo had said to her again, Yu Yunwei was so angry her teeth itched.

He said he would discipline me!

What right does he have to say he'll discipline me?

What gives him the right to discipline me!

Yu Yunwei raised her head and looked at Xiao Mo still practicing his blade techniques outside the window, her heart filled with resentment, "You dog! Just wait!"

That night, after Xiao Mo finished practicing the Blood Demon Sword Formula, he planned to take a medicinal bath to temper his physique.

After all, the Blood Demon Sword Formula not only required sufficiently strong mental fortitude, but also a physique comparable to martial cultivators, only then could one bear that blood qi.

Otherwise, when cultivating to later stages, if one's physique didn't keep up, there was a high possibility of dying from bodily explosion.

So every period of time, Xiao Mo would use specialized medicinal formulas to temper his body.

Just as Xiao Mo threw the medicinal herbs he had bought today into the bathing tub, filled it with water, and was about to enter the tub to temper his body, Yu Yunwei walked out of her room.

Under the moonlight, Yu Yunwei's hands were clasped together, her expression carrying some self-reproach and embarrassment.

Yu Yunwei walked in front of Xiao Mo and didn't speak, just lowered her head.

"What is it?" Xiao Mo looked at Yu Yunwei calmly.

Yu Yunwei tightly pressed her lips together, wanting to speak but stopping, her expression looking very conflicted.

After a long time, Yu Yunwei finally raised her head and looked at Xiao Mo with blinking eyes, "Senior Brother, about today's matter, Yunwei knows she was wrong. Can Senior Brother not be angry with Yunwei? Yunwei will never dare again."

Xiao Mo looked at the girl before him and slowly spoke, "I'm not angry."

"Really?" Yu Yunwei raised her head joyfully, with the innocence of a normal little girl, "Senior Brother really isn't angry with me?"

"Really," Xiao Mo said indifferently.

"That's wonderful," Yu Yunwei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Is there anything else?" Xiao Mo asked.

"There's... there's nothing else," Yu Yunwei's eyes darted left and right, then she looked at that large bathing tub, "Eh? Is Senior Brother going to temper his body?"

"That's right," Xiao Mo nodded.

"Then let Yunwei help Senior Brother tend the fire," Yu Yunwei looked at Xiao Mo with expectant eyes, "As Yunwei's apology for doing wrong this afternoon."

Xiao Mo gazed into Yu Yunwei's eyes.

Generally when tempering the body, one needed to control the temperature of the medicinal bath, so a fire would be lit underneath.

Previously, Jiang Xin had always helped Xiao Mo control the heat.

After Jiang Xin left, Xiao Mo needed to temper his body while simultaneously adding firewood to control the heat himself, which was indeed quite troublesome.

After a long time, Xiao Mo nodded, "Alright then, thank you for the trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble at all," Yu Yunwei nodded happily, a flash of joy in her eyes.

Xiao Mo handed the body tempering formula to Yu Yunwei, which indicated when to increase the fire and when to reduce the firewood.

Then Xiao Mo removed his upper garments, leaving only undergarments, and jumped into the bathing tub.

The flames under the bathing tub were lit.

Xiao Mo began circulating his cultivation, absorbing the medicinal properties to temper his physique.

At first, Yu Yunwei controlled the heat very well, and Xiao Mo gradually entered a state of selfless concentration, appearing to completely trust her but just as Xiao Mo had entered this state not long ago, a vicious glint flashed in Yu Yunwei's eyes as she kept increasing the heat.

Additionally, Yu Yunwei threw a thousand-year Blood Spirit Mushroom into the bathing tub.

After doing all this, Yu Yunwei clapped her hands with a satisfied smile.

This medicinal formula was already domineering, and excessive heat would intensify the medicinal properties, increasing his body tempering pain by three or four times.

Moreover, by adding the blood-replenishing thousand-year Blood Spirit Mushroom, she would further strengthen the blood qi in his body.

This way, even if Xiao Mo didn't go into qi deviation, at least his cultivation would have some problems, and damage to his foundation wasn't impossible!

Just as Yu Yunwei was waiting to watch the show, a strange scene occurred.

Although Xiao Mo furrowed his brow and his blood qi became more violent, he consistently maintained excellent control over his body's spiritual power and blood qi.

Before long, Xiao Mo had completely absorbed the Blood Spirit Mushroom and made it his own.

Her little schemes had no effect on him whatsoever.

"How is this possible?"

Yu Yunwei stared blankly at Xiao Mo, suspecting she had seen wrong.

Just as Yu Yunwei was amazed, Xiao Mo opened his eyes.

Those crimson pupils made Yu Yunwei's heart skip a beat, and she instinctively stepped back several paces but soon, Xiao Mo's eyes returned to their normal color.

"Turn around," Xiao Mo said to Yu Yunwei.

Yu Yunwei's body trembled slightly, and she instinctively obeyed Xiao Mo's command and turned around.

"Huh," Xiao Mo took a deep breath, jumped out of the bathing tub, picked up several buckets of cold water nearby, washed off the impurities he had just expelled, and changed into clean clothes.

"You can turn around now," Xiao Mo spoke.

The composed Yu Yunwei turned around and smiled, "Congratulations Senior Brother, after this body tempering, Senior Brother's physique has become several degrees stronger."

Xiao Mo ignored Yu Yunwei, just gripped his long blade and walked toward her step by step.

With each step Xiao Mo took, Yu Yunwei retreated one step.

Finally, Yu Yunwei could retreat no further and could only lean against the wall.

Looking at his indifferent gaze, Yu Yunwei's throat moved.

"Hold out your hand," Xiao Mo spoke.

Yu Yunwei's mind went blank as she tremblingly extended her hand.

One strike.

Two strikes.

Three strikes.

Xiao Mo gripped the blade sheath and struck Yu Yunwei's palm again and again.

Another full ten strikes.

Yu Yunwei's afternoon injuries hadn't healed yet, and after taking these ten more strikes, the burning pain penetrated to her bones.

Yu Yunwei was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

At this moment, Yu Yunwei no longer pretended to be well-behaved, looking at Xiao Mo with eyes full of hatred, wanting nothing more than to bite him but Xiao Mo didn't care.

Xiao Mo looked at her aggrieved appearance and spoke, "I said I would discipline you. From today on, every time you have bad thoughts or do something wrong, I will strike your hand."

"If you have the ability, just beat me to death!" Yu Yunwei glared at Xiao Mo, her tone carrying a little girl's petulance.

Xiao Mo looked directly into Yu Yunwei's eyes, "If you wish to die, I will kill you too."

Yu Yunwei's heart trembled, her throat moving.

She had originally wanted to say a few harsh words, but couldn't say a single one because she felt that the person before her really would kill her!

Xiao Mo turned and entered his room, his voice drifting from behind him:

"Clean up the courtyard. Get up early tomorrow, sit properly in the courtyard after the hour of mao passes halfway. Don't make me come to your room to call you."