The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

In the end, Mo Qian's face turned green without Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng noticing.

However, Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng did not find Mo Qian unlovable; on the contrary, they felt sorry for him, but there was nothing they could do about it.

The green version of the inkstone has its own unique charm, but its appearance will definitely be somewhat diminished; it's absolutely impossible for it to be exactly the same as before.

"It's been half a month already, why hasn't Dao Ling returned yet?"

Mo Qian looked at his face with some worry. Almost everyone had already consumed the elixir, and of course, they had all been thoroughly beaten up by Mo Qian.
Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng were no exception, but of course, the force they received was lighter.

Everyone now knew why Mo Qian's face had turned like that, but the boost from the Golden Core was truly significant.

The increased recovery speed meant that many things changed. Everyone noticed that their strength was improving rapidly, and they quickly stabilized their abilities.

Moreover, everyone has noticed that they have become much more resilient and durable.

"Being durable is one thing, but you can't improve your durability."

That's what Huang Shaotian thought, but believe it or not, there really are people who, after consuming the Golden Elixir, have been training their resilience to fight.

It goes without saying who it is; who else could it be but Han Wenqing?
After consuming the Golden Pill, Ye Xiu had been searching for medicinal herbs. His physical strength was restored to the point that he had unlimited stamina, which allowed him to give everyone the Golden Pill within half a month, thus enhancing everyone's strength.

"Huh? What's that!"

Mo Qian looked at the green patch appearing on the horizon with some confusion. It looked somewhat like a knife.

"It's the sword spirit!"

Mo Qian's eyesight was even better than Wen Zhou's at this moment because Mo Qian had activated his eyes into a dragon-man mode, which is why his eyes had just turned into dragon eyes.

Dragon eyes are among the most powerful eyes, possessing extremely strong dynamic and static vision, as well as immense pressure.

The only weakness is that Long Tong doesn't have any special abilities. Yu Wenzhou's Ice Eyes can create an empire of their own and find the opponent's weaknesses.

However, Long Tong does not possess this ability.
However, the "Dragon Eyes" refers to Wenzhou's Ice Eyes, which have a wider field of vision and better eyesight.

"The Blade Spirit is finally back."

Mo Qian looked at the sword spirit in the sky with tears in his eyes. Now, only the sword spirit could truly save him.

After his face turned green, Mo Qian spent every day searching for someone who could neutralize the effects of the medicine on him.
Mo Qian searched for Ye Xiu, Han Wenqing, Huang Shaotian, Yu Wenzhou, Zhou Zekai—Mo Qian searched for everyone.

Mo Qian even directly told them to attack his face with all their might.

But until the very end, none of their ultimate attacks could harm Mo Qian.
Even Han Wenqing's final kick couldn't dispel the medicinal effects on Mo Qian's face.

After consuming the Golden Elixir, Mo Qian's resilience was greatly enhanced. Combined with his previous improvements, Mo Qian's body is now probably the most terrifying existence.

Even Han Wenqing, who hones his body day and night, is not as strong as Mo Qian, who possesses the Heart of Darkness. Mo Qian doesn't even want such a strong body, because that would prevent him from getting injured. If he doesn't get injured, his face will never recover.

"Sword Spirit!"

Mo Qian shouted the name of the sword spirit, and the sword spirit almost fell off its demon sword, because it was the first time the sword spirit had heard Mo Qian shout its name so loudly.

"Are you trying to die?! Why are you yelling so loudly?!"

The sword spirit flew back on its own demonic sword, because it didn't have much soul power left, not enough for it to run back on its own.

So the sword spirit could only return riding his own demon sword.

"Please help me, Lord Blade Spirit!"

Mo Qian looked at Dao Ling with a pitiful expression, and Dao Ling finally understood why Mo Qian missed her so much.

"Pfft!!!"

Dao Ling started laughing as soon as she saw Mo Qian. "Hahaha! Mo Qian, what happened to your handsome face? Why has it turned so green?"

"It's all because of that golden pill!"

"Golden elixir?"

The sword spirit was intrigued, but interest aside, the most important thing now was to absorb Mo Qian's soul and life force.

The sword spirit clung tightly to Mo Qian, whose face instantly turned bright red. Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng also watched the sword spirit warily, even though they both knew it was merely a soul entity, the spirit within Mo Qian's demon sword.
Moreover, she had saved Mo Qian's life several times, but even so, Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng were still worried. They had a kind of intuition that only women possess.

That is to say, Dao Ling must have ill intentions towards Mo Qian.

"Hey! That's not how you absorb soul power!"

Su Mucheng didn't dare to say it, but Chu Yunxiu didn't have so many reservations and said it directly.

"Hmph! I'll absorb it like this, I'm happy with it!"

Dao Ling was not afraid of Chu Yunxiu either, but she admired Chu Yunxiu's boldness, even though Chu Yunxiu was aware of the difference in their strength.

"Rainy Domain!"

"Oh? You can even have a domain? Break!"

Chu Yunxiu never expected that her proud domain would be broken by the sword spirit in just a moment.

"Can you feel the difference in strength? Without strength, your little boyfriend can only be mine."

Mo Qian silently pinched the sword spirit, and the sword spirit trembled instantly.

"Ahem, you two go ahead and train. I need to get the sword spirit to fix the problem on my face."

Mo Qian helped Chu Yunxiu get revenge by pinching the soft flesh of Dao Ling's waist.

"Alright then, but you can't get this close!"

Su Mucheng pulled the cursing Chu Yunxiu away, leaving only Mo Qian and Dao Ling behind.

"Hit me."

Mo Qian closed his eyes and spoke to the sword spirit.

This time, it was Dao Ling's turn to be confused. Why did he have to fight Mo Qian? He wasn't a monster.

"why?"

"Because beating me up is the best way to solve my face problem."

Mo Qian naturally assumed that only by dispersing the medicinal effects on his face could the medicine be absorbed.

"hehe."

The Blade Spirit looked down on this primitive method; the Blade Spirit had a better way.

"Close your eyes, I'm about to start hitting you."

The sword spirit spoke to Mo Qian, and Mo Qian, who had just opened his eyes, closed them again.

The sword spirit smiled slightly and slowly moved closer.

Mo Qian felt as if his lips had touched something soft; it seemed to be trying to pry open his teeth and capture his tongue. (End of Chapter)