I manage female characters in all the heavens.

The Great Sun Immortal Sect instantly became a behemoth, dominating the realm of faith in the Song Dynasty.

Li Mochou couldn't sense any "power of faith" converging on her, but she vaguely felt that her comprehension seemed to have improved a little.

Although I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, it's not a bad thing in the end.

Six months later, the world was completely at peace.

Li Mochou discovered that her time in the care center this time seemed to be particularly long.

After thinking about it for a while and combining it with her previous experiences with childcare, she roughly came to a conclusion:

The duration of each hosting session seems to be determined by the power she expends at the end of the previous world, as well as the power required to remain in the current world.

She is like an invisible "energy bar," which is replenished with energy according to the current power level after each session ends. The rate at which energy is consumed varies depending on the world she enters. Once the energy is depleted, the session ends and she enters the next session.

This time, she made tremendous progress in the world of The Legendary Twins, with her power exceeding ten times that of the last time, naturally bringing with it a far greater amount of nurturing energy than before.

The Condor Heroes world is not high-level, so its energy consumption is slow... This may result in her having to stay in the Condor Heroes world for several years this time.

“Several years…” Li Mochou sat on the dragon throne, crossed her legs, and sighed listlessly. “I need to find something to do.”

A year later, she had trained Lin Yunshuang, Huang Rong, Mu Nianci, Guo Jing, Wu Santong, Ma Xiaotian, and even Xiao Hong to the level of the Five Greats. Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong, and Hong Qigong also reached this level on their own thanks to the Six Greats she passed down.

Since the Six Absolute True Skills are mainly a fusion of the Mingyu Skill and the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, they still retain the characteristics of these two skills.

Even if no one can master all six ultimate skills and obtain all their characteristics and upgrade them like she did, just relying on one of them is enough for everyone to have the ability to maintain their youth and even reverse aging.

Now everyone is so handsome and beautiful, they could practically form a group and debut as idols.

As for martial arts, even if Wang Chongyang were to be resurrected now, he would never be able to defeat any of them.

Not only them, but also throughout the martial arts world over the past year, she has widely disseminated many of the martial arts techniques she created.

Even a casual creation could rival the Nine Yin Manual. She distributed it freely throughout the martial arts world for people to practice at will, so that the entire martial arts community could help her verify the technique and eliminate any incorrect answers.

The entire Song Empire is now teeming with experts; any one of them could have easily dominated the martial arts world in the past.

But Li Mochou still felt bored, and she couldn't find Ouyang Feng, which annoyed her.

Finally, unable to contain her restless heart, she announced a decision to the whole world—

"The second Mount Hua Sword Tournament will be held one month later."

The news caused an uproar.

The last time the Huashan Sword Tournament was held was decades ago, when the Five Greats competed and established the landscape of the martial arts world.

Now, the Immortal Venerable is personally hosting the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament. The scale and prestige of this event are unprecedented.

In an instant, heroes from all over the world flocked to Mount Hua, ready to witness this grand event.

Even Ouyang Feng, who had hardened his heart and hidden in the deep mountains for more than a year, and Master Yideng, who had been out of the public eye for a long time, came.

Ouyang Feng would rather die than miss such a grand event. He had made great progress in the past year and it was indeed time for them to discuss swordsmanship.

Chapter 144 The Great Song Dynasty is not a god, but the Immortal Venerable is.

The one-month deadline has arrived, and Mount Hua is bustling with activity.

This unique peak, renowned for its precipitous cliffs since ancient times, is now bustling with activity like never before.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and from the mountainside to the summit, there were crowds of people everywhere.

There were chivalrous swordsmen with long swords at their waists, monks holding Zen staffs, itinerant doctors carrying medicine baskets, and even foreign masters with blond hair and blue eyes.

They spoke various accents and wore all sorts of clothes, yet they all converged in the same direction—the summit of Mount Hua, the place where the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament was about to take place.

Among these people, some were true masters who wanted to show off their skills in the sword competition and become famous like the Five Greats of yesteryear; others were simply there to watch the spectacle and witness this once-in-a-century event.

Others wanted to catch a glimpse of the legendary Great Sun Immortal Venerable—the one who single-handedly destroyed Shaolin, slaughtered the entire Jin Dynasty's civil and military officials, and pulled the Song Dynasty out of its decay, making the world tremble.

"I heard that the Great Sun Immortal Venerable is only sixteen or seventeen years old and is still a girl, yet she already possesses such earth-shattering abilities. It's truly unbelievable."

An elderly man with gray hair and beard walked along, sighing, "What was I doing when I was sixteen?"

The young man beside him scoffed, "Sixteen or seventeen? I think he's more like one hundred and sixty or seventy! How can someone be this strong at sixteen or seventeen? He must have practiced some kind of age-preserving technique to look young."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The old man quickly covered the young man's mouth, his face pale. "Are you out of your mind? How dare you talk about the Immortal Venerable at the foot of Mount Hua? Don't you know that the Immortal Venerable's guardian beast, Little Red, can hear people talking bad about the Immortal Venerable from ten miles away?"

This is pure rumor. Xiao Hong has no such ability at all, but it has become a national guardian beast and people praise it every day, making it seem like it really is a divine beast. Even the person who spread the rumor on the spot can't tell whether it's true or false.

The young man's face stiffened, he shrank back, and dared not say another word.

These days, the Great Sun Immortal's reputation has penetrated deep into the bones of everyone in the world, and no one dares to offend him easily.

Many more people climbed toward the summit with great excitement.

Some of them came from within the territory of the Song Dynasty, some from the Western Regions, some from Dali, and others from even more distant places like Tibet, India, and Persia.

Everyone knows that this Mount Hua Sword Tournament will be a battle that will determine the future of martial arts in the world.

This "world" does not refer to the Song Dynasty, but rather to the world wherever there is heaven, encompassing the entire globe.

Not counting places not yet included in the world map, at least in the three continents of Asia, Europe and Africa, the major places have all been visited and have witnessed miracles by the flying Miss Li when she was bored.

Tantric masters from Tibet, eminent monks from India, Zoroastrian envoys from Persia, wandering swordsmen from Japan... all gathered together, eager to prove their strength atop Mount Hua.

"I'm determined to shine in this sword competition!" A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with a fiery light.

"As long as I can stand out in the sword competition, I might catch the eye of the Immortal Venerable and be recruited into the Great Sun Immortal Sect. Then I'll rise to great heights!"

"You?" A gaunt swordsman beside him sneered. "If you can stand on this stage for even an incense stick's time, I'll eat this sword right here and now!"

"You! What's the point of eating a knife? It's like nobody can't swallow it. If you've got the guts, swallow shit!"

"...Swallow it if you want, who's afraid of you, let's gamble!!" The swordsman was a ruthless man.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. You'll find out when we get there." There are always kind-hearted people who will smooth things over.

The crowd thronged as they climbed the mountain path.

However, when the first group finally reached the summit of Mount Hua and arrived at the platform specifically used for sword duels, everyone was stunned.

The original summit of Mount Hua was just a naturally formed platform, covering less than ten acres, surrounded by weeds, with a pitted and uneven surface full of mud and gravel.

It is said that during the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the Five Greats fought for seven days and seven nights in such an environment, causing rocks to crumble and vegetation to fly everywhere.

But now—

What appeared before people was a flat arena paved entirely with thick bluestone bricks.

Each of those bluestone floor tiles was polished smooth as a mirror, and they were pieced together seamlessly, gleaming with a cool luster in the sunlight.

The entire arena was neatly arranged, as flat as a mirror, reflecting the shadows of the clouds in the sky.

The arena was surrounded by layers of stands.

Those stands were also made of bluestone, arranged in a ring around the arena, extending upwards in layers, and could accommodate thousands of people watching the battle at the same time.

The stands are also equipped with a sunshade canopy covered with fine silk, which sways gently in the wind, making it look both grand and luxurious.

At the very center and highest point of the stands stood a magnificent golden palace.

The entire palace was built of white jade and glazed tiles, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted rafters. Under the sunlight, it shimmered and dazzled, as if a heavenly palace had descended to earth.

In front of the palace hangs a golden plaque with four large characters: "Da Ri Xing Gong" (Great Sun Palace).

The entire summit of Mount Hua seemed to have been transformed into a magnificent arena overnight.

Everyone was stunned.

"This...how is this possible?" A seasoned veteran gaped, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"This...this is the summit of Mount Hua! All the materials have to be transported up the mountain step by step. How could such a huge project be completed in just one month?"

"A month? I doubt even ten years would be enough!" The person next to him also looked incredulous. "How much manpower and resources would that require? How much money would that cost?"

"Manpower? Money?" Someone shook their head with a wry smile. "How can you and I possibly measure the productivity of the Great Song Empire?"

"The Great Song Empire is not a god. There is only one treacherous mountain path to the top of Mount Hua. Even if we conscript a million people, it will be of no use!"

"But the Immortal Venerable is a deity."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, exclamations of amazement rising and falling.

At that moment, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the magnificent golden palace.

Inside the palace, a figure sat quietly on the tall throne.

She was a fairy dressed in white, as pure as snow.

She wore a long, snow-white dress, the hem of which spread out like a cloud and swayed gently in the breeze.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned only with a single emerald hairpin at her temple—simple yet exuding an indescribable elegance.

Her face was obscured by the semi-transparent curtain in front of the palace, appearing and disappearing indistinctly, with only her delicate outline and a pair of eyes gleaming in the darkness vaguely visible.

In her left hand, she held a jade cup, the wine inside clear as a spring, gleaming with an amber luster in the sunlight.

Her right hand gently stroked a sword resting on her lap—the sword was entirely azure, with raindrop-like patterns on its blade, as if countless raindrops were gently rolling across it, shimmering with a faint light.

It is indeed the Listening to Rain Sword, still the Listening to Rain Sword.

This moment is just like the moment when he instantly killed Ouyang Ke.

She sat there quietly, like an unchanging statue, looking down at the masses below.

However, the aura emanating from her gave everyone an indescribable sense of oppression.

That aura was magnificent and vast, stretching to the heavens and the earth, as if it enveloped the entire world.

What's even stranger is that this aura contains two completely different forces coexisting within it.

One is like being engulfed in flames, so intense it seems to burn away one's soul; the other is like being plunged into an ice cave, so cold it seems to freeze one's blood.

The interplay of these two forces created a contradictory illusion for everyone—both hot and cold, as if being simultaneously roasted by fire and frozen, a feeling that was almost maddening.

Those with weak martial arts skills felt a tightness in their chest and rapid breathing, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their backs, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Those with slightly higher martial arts skills could perceive the terrifying aura more clearly—it was a power beyond their comprehension, like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, like an ant gazing at the heavens.

That's an insurmountable gap.

That's an unstoppable phenomenon!

The feeling was like an ordinary person standing at the foot of a high mountain, looking up at the peak that pierces the clouds, feeling only deep despair and awe.