This mention immediately made Dugu Xiaoyi forget to question him about his fainting earlier, yet she pouted her small lips: "You're such a bad guy! You tricked me out of my meteorite before. Of course you have to compensate me with a really good blade!"

Pausing for a moment, she glared fiercely, "If this knife isn't good enough and I'm unsatisfied, it doesn't count at all." Though her words were fierce, her little girl's face was flushed red. After all, as a girl, this was the first time someone had given her a gift, and she was secretly worried he wouldn't give it after all, making her heart flutter...

"Mo Wu creates only masterpieces, guaranteed to satisfy you," Jun Moxie laughed, rising from his seat and entering the room. After a short while, he emerged carrying a short sword in its scabbard.

This small blade had an elegant arc as thin as cicada wings. In Jun Moxie's hands, it seemed weightless, yet paradoxically gave off a heavy substantial feeling that contradicted its delicate appearance. Even before being drawn from the sheath, it already radiated an intense contradiction! Dugu Xiaoyi immediately fell in love with it, resting her cheek on her hand and blinking large eyes impatiently waiting for Jun Moxie's explanation.

Jun Moxie stared at Dugu Xiaoyi, holding the hilt. When he drew the sword out, there was no sound—only a flash of bright light. In his hands appeared something like a shimmering water ribbon, with the blade body resembling a flowing galaxy that sparkled and moved unpredictably. Though placed flatly in its scabbard position, the flowing light on it seemed possessed of its own consciousness.

"Red Sleeves Conceal Blades," Jun Moxie gently caressed the sword's back, murmuring, "Hence the name Red Sleeve; living among fragrances is the Celestial Fragrance. This blade is my first masterpiece ever forged, so named 'The First Blade of Celestial Fragrance'."

"The First Blade of Celestial Fragrance! What a beautiful name," Dugu Xiaoyi's eyes sparkled as she stared at Jun Moxie with yearning. How could that ugly rock compare to this lovely blade? It was clear the meteorite had fallen into good hands.

"This short sword's curvature, length and weight were all designed for sleeve concealment. Take a look—is it suitable?" Jun Moxie handed her the weapon.

"Absolutely beautiful! Really for me?" Dugu Xiaoyi held up the blade to examine it from every angle, completely enchanted. After some time, she hugged it close while tilting her head sideways to gaze at Jun Moxie with expectant eyes. "Certainly. Are you not fond of it, Miss Dugu?" Jun Moxie watched her with an ambiguous smile.

"Of course I love it," Dugu Xiaoyi blushed and lowered her gaze, "But you gave me such a fine blade while I have nothing to offer in return..."

"It's debt repayment—not reciprocal gifts," Jun Moxie nearly chuckled. This little girl was refreshingly naive.

"Here then," Dugu Xiaoyi bit her lip as if making a decision. Slowly she unwound a silken thread from her jade pendent, letting the crystalline ornament fall into her palm: "I... I'll give you... this..." she mumbled with head down and toes nervously scuffing the floor.

"Perfect!" Jun Moxie accepted it effortlessly as the heartless killer had no concept of its significance. He simply saw his world's first-rate blade easily outvaluing a tiny jade pendant.

This sword he forged needed no consideration for wind resistance, and due to its arc design produced absolutely silent cutting motion—ideal for women. Its sharpness was unparalleled, yet even with such value, receiving this jade was entirely justified in trade.

"...This jade... you, you..." Dugu Xiaoyi saw Jun Moxie casually tuck it into his robe and became even more flustered, stammering incoherently.

"No worries—it's just Miss Dugu's goodwill. By the way," Jun Moxie smiled, "since you specifically requested such a blade, I assume you're quite skilled with this style?"

"Of course!" Dugu Xiaoyi blushed brilliantly at his kind words about her "goodwill." When asked about techniques she eagerly replied: "I'll demonstrate for you!"

Not daring to look at Jun Moxie after their recent exchange of... tokens, she leapt forward and struck. Left stepping while the blade followed, silver light danced around her.

Though trained in ordinary methods, with Jun Moxie's Heaven Creation Forging used during its making, Dugu Xiaoyi felt the weapon perfectly suited to her small hands. Her battle formations were airtight and dazzlingly intricate. After watching several forms, Jun Moxie sighed.

Since observing Jun Wuyi and Jun Zhantian practicing, he knew this world prioritized spirit energy over technique innovation. Naturally, if one had enough spirit force, brute strength could break ten complex techniques. No matter how clever a strategy was, it would crumble under absolute power. Imagine an Ultimate Divine Spirit attacking a Silver Spirit Cultivator—would they even need special techniques? This mindset created the rigid law of "Beyond Ninth Rank, All Are Ants!" Yet when two equally ranked opponents fought, technique remained vital to deciding life or death, especially for girls like Dugu Xiaoyi who would be dead if relying solely on strength against male opponents.

"It's like chewing peony petals with an ox's mouth," Jun Moxie sighed, the phrase clearly heard by Dugu Xiaoyi. "Such a fine blade used in this manner is sheer wastefulness!"

"You're saying my sword techniques are bad?" Dugu Xiaoyi stood with her weapon and looked at him with bright eyes.

"How to say it... It's not entirely your fault, but the techniques you use are too rigid," Jun Moxie bluntly took the blade from her. Stepping diagonally, he swept it upward in a flicking motion, creating three or four dazzling flower patterns while guarding himself and exposing five feet of space in front—enough to make enemies retreat if present.

His movements were slow since he couldn't channel spirit energy into the blade nor use Heaven Creation Forging's mystic power. But this deliberate slowness made his posture look even more graceful, flowing like clouds without end.

"What beautiful sword techniques," Dugu Xiaoyi clapped and cheered with longing in her eyes.

"This is Red Sleeve Style—First Form: The Red Sleeve Lifts," Jun Moxie paused and smiled faintly. "The Red Sleeve Blade has nine forms—the Red Sleeve Dance Consumes Souls! It's a top-tier technique. Do you want to learn?"

"Of course!" Dugu Xiaoyi happily bounced in front of him, "Teach me quickly." Her close proximity caused her breath to brush against his face with its intoxicating fragrance mixing with her maidenly scent. Jun Moxie suddenly inhaled deeply and felt a jolt.

He immediately recoiled but then straightened up thinking—teaching is teaching what's there to fear? Yet when he turned back...

Dugu Xiaoyi found him blushing amusingly at the sight of this renowned wastrel prince being flustered by her! Thinking it funny, she leaned closer with growing mischief just as—

Suddenly Jun Moxie snapped his body forward. Both froze in place—four lips met perfectly together while four wide eyes stared in shocked surprise...

Clang! Dugu Xiaoyi's short sword dropped to the floor. Her whole being felt like floating through clouds and mists, thoughts suspended mid-air. She stood rigidly frozen without realizing how to move away.

Feeling that soft sweet contact on his lips before thinking rationally, Jun Moxie instinctively licked it, finding the taste pleasant enough to do again...

"Ahh—" Dugu Xiaoyi screamed as her porcelain face turned red, then fiery crimson hot. Her entire body burned so intensely even her crystalline neck flushed bright red. Covering her face with both hands, she crouched down taking heavy breaths but said nothing.

He... he kissed me! Her mind swirled chaotically—gave me a blade, accepted my jade pendent, and now...

"It was an accident—a total accident," Jun Moxie awkwardly shrugged while subconsciously sticking out his tongue to lick upper and lower lips. He was still acting like a respectable master instructing female disciples when he suddenly transformed into a through no fault of his own.

Whitey witnessing this licked action became excited, jumped onto Jun Moxie for two loud kisses on both lips. "Damn it!" My lips were just violated by an immortal beast! Jun Moxie grabbed the little creature and flung it away. This single incident instantly erased any lingering romantic tension from his mind.

"Miss Dugu, please get up—sitting there with your eyes covered won't help you learn sword techniques," Jun Moxie kindly urged.

"I won't!" came a mosquito-like whisper, "You... you've already done such things to me yet still call me Miss Dugu?"