Chapter 101: Can You Calculate He Yimo’s Fate?

He Yimo had really accomplished something in this life.

Not only had he slept on the lap of the original story’s obsessive swordswoman, but he had now even been entrusted with washing her stockings and dresses…

Through this, He Yimo finally understood Mo Yuyan’s minimalist approach to life.

Despite being a stunning, peerless immortal, her wardrobe was shockingly sparse—

– One plain training dress (for sword practice).
– One ink-washed dress (for dancing).
– One formal dress (for official occasions).
– And one kitten-patterned nightgown (uncategorizable).

That was it.

He Yimo couldn’t believe it. When he first arrived at Soot-Stained Peak, he had assumed Mo Yuyan was the type to obsess over appearances, given how often she changed outfits.

But these three dresses were her entire collection.

For Mo Yuyan, life seemed to revolve around sword practice and Go. Everything else was optimized for efficiency—whether it was clothing or social interactions.

Even when she had visited the Grand Tutor’s mansion, she had clearly been going through the motions, infuriating Luan Xinyao to no end.

That said, Mo Yuyan wasn’t so disregarding of propriety that she’d make He Yimo wash her underwear too.

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### Late Night – Soot-Stained Peak Courtyard

After finishing the laundry, He Yimo rejoined Mo Yuyan for a game of Go.

Having slept all day, their sleep cycles were reversed, leaving them both wide awake at midnight.

Go was the perfect way to pass the time.

But after three crushing defeats, He Yimo grew bored of bullying her.

So instead, he suggested they resume their cultivation session—focusing on infusing sword intent this time.

Mo Yuyan, ever the diligent teacher, couldn’t ignore her junior brother’s plea for training.

Soon, she set aside the Go board and dragged him back into the dimly lit room.

This time, things went much smoother.

Within minutes, both had entered a deep meditative state.

With her prior experience, Mo Yimo didn’t hesitate—she immediately channeled a strand of sword intent into He Yimo’s meridians.

“How is it?”

“Not enough.”

A brief exchange, and Mo Yimo increased the dosage without question.

At this point, she wasn’t surprised anymore.

She had already witnessed the monstrous potential of his physique. A bit of sword intent was nothing.

But as the session progressed, Mo Yimo once again felt that drained, hollow sensation.

[He Yimo…]

[Just how much of my spiritual energy and sword intent can you absorb?]

Under the moonlight, the White-Robed Kensei’s face paled, her brow glistening with sweat.

The back-to-back exhaustion left her feeling genuine awe—and unease—toward He Yimo’s constitution.

Then—

BOOOOOOM—!!

A gale of energy erupted around He Yimo.

Mo Yimo’s eyes widened.

Golden light swirled around him, spiritual pressure skyrocketing as his cultivation broke through to the Golden Core realm!

“He… broke through in a single night?!”

Even as the heaven-blessed Frost-Resistant Saint Physique, Mo Yimo had taken months to reach this stage.

But He Yimo? Two nights of cultivation.

This wasn’t just impressive—it was reverence-inducing.

Still, shock aside, Mo Yimo didn’t stop.

This was a critical moment.

Even as her energy reserves dwindled to nothing, she gritted her teeth and poured everything into him.

She might suck at Go. She might dress like a hermit with three outfits.

But when it came to cultivation, she would never let He Yimo down!

“Yimo! The final push! Hang in there!”

Under the storm of energy, Mo Yimo burned the last of her strength, flooding him with sword intent.

Normally, this would overload any cultivator—even at her own level.

But He Yimo?

His body wasn’t human.

At this point, Mo Yimo was convinced—there was something the Grand Tutor and her master hadn’t told her.

That blonde girl from the mansion—her golden runes, her unexplained power…

She hadn’t been human either.

And if she wasn’t, then He Yimo definitely wasn’t.

RRRUMBLE—!!!

A pillar of energy pierced the heavens.

Mo Yimo watched, stunned, as He Yimo ascended to Golden Core in a single month!

“Uncle Mu…”

“What kind of monster did you have me bring back?”

Her vision blurred.

After days of strain, her body finally gave out.

Just before she collapsed, she glimpsed—

A black-and-crimson aura.

Blood-colored draconic scales forming on He Yimo’s face.

His black eyes locking onto hers—

“Senior Sister?”

“!!!!!!!!!!”

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### Interlude – Hall of Celestial Divination

Before a massive star-reading apparatus, a white-haired immortal with golden eyes stood silently, watching the instrument for the slightest fluctuation.

A third eye, glowing with divine light, had opened on her forehead.

But unlike her normal eyes, this one was empty—devoid of emotion.

BOOOOM—!!

The apparatus trembled violently—

Then stopped dead.

“…The Celestial Astrolabe cannot calculate the whereabouts of the Innate Sword Saint Physique.”

“Why…?”

“Who killed the Child of Prophecy?”

“Who is defying fate…?”

The immortal murmured, even her third eye lost in confusion.

The hall plunged into silence.

BAM—!

The doors burst open.

The white-haired immortal turned—

And met the smirking gaze of a fox-eared girl, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh?”

“The all-knowing Celestial Diviner, kneeling before her own astrolabe in doubt?”