by Fang Xiang
“En.” Ming Jue Zi did not move his gaze away. He stared at the yao art recording. A moment later, he spoke, “I have a feeling this may not be a yao art.”
“Not a yao art?” Su Wei paused. He then shook his head like a rattle drum. “Impossible? If it is not a yao art, what is it?”
Ming Jue Zi was silent for a moment. “It looks a bit like a mo skill.”
“Mo skill?” Su Wei’s gaze instantly became strange. “Brother, you have a fever! Mo skill? Mo skill appearing in the Ten Finger Prison? Other than yao arts, there is nothing else that can appear in the Ten Finger Prison.”
“I don’t know either.” Ming Jue Zi spread his hands. “But I really feel it does not look like a yao art.”
Su Wei said in a deep voice, “Don’t be impatient. We can slowly search, there is definitely someone who will recognize it.”
“We can only do this.” Ming Jue Zi could only nod. He suddenly thought of something, and said seriously, “Don’t involve yourself in this mess. This Xiao Mo Ge is very savage.”
“No no!” Su Wei said without hesitation. “I don’t want to find death! This guy can be seen to be one that treats yao lives like grass. In his hands, if it is not death, it is serious injury! A bloodthirsty murderer! This guy really is a bloodthirsty murderer! Look at the two people from the military, didn’t they get end up killed with a stroke?”
The two yao did not have good expressions. They repeated watched the nine yao art recordings. That brute that was like a demonic god was deeply imprinted in their minds.
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“How can the Great Day mo physique appear in the Ten Finger Prison?” Pu Yao stared at Wei and asked. This was a question that had lingered in his mind.
Wei sat with his legs crossed, arms against his legs, his hands dangling off his knees. His gaze was like the sea. “The Great Day mo physique is an extremely rare mo physique. Only a few know its origins.”
“Origins?” Pu Yao raised his eyelid. “I have never heard that mo physiques had origins.”
Wei smiled and did not refute. He only said, “In prehistoric times, there were no divisions between xiuzhe, yao, and mo. The cultivation at that time was not as complex as it was now. Actually, the cultivators of that time cultivated everything. The cultivation method of that time was very heterogeneous, varied. Mo physiques existed very early on but not many would know that the creator of the mo physique cultivation method, according to today’s categories, was more like yao.”
“Ha! You say that mo physiques are actually created by a yao?” Pu Yao seemed to have heard the best joke.
“Yes.” Wei did not argue and said, “When he found at that time the technique he was cultivating was unsupportable without a powerful body, he had to spend large amounts of time on body cultivation. He scorned the mainstream body cultivation methods of that time for being too slow so he created the mo physique cultivation method.”
Pu Yao did not speak. He realized this fake gentleman was not speaking nonsense. The mo physique cultivation method was really efficient, but the process of cultivation was truly dangerous. Pu Yao had great breadth of knowledge. He knew very well that there were all kinds of divisions in history. It looked as though it was due to chance, but under the surface, one would find that there were all kinds of inevitable occurrences. There were historical requirements to the developments.”
“At the time, he was not the only one developing a mo physique cultivation method but his results were the most obvious. The Great Day mo physique was his greatest work. The mo physiques did not have such great variety as they do now, and the Great Day mo physique was the peak of all mo physiques at that time. What this elder was most skilled in was still yao arts, so in developing the cultivation method of the Great Day mo physique, he drew inspiration from yao arts. The Great Day mo physique is the mo physique that most closely resembles yao arts. In today’s terms, the Great Day mo physique emphasizes the use of spiritual power.”
Wei continued on, his presence forming naturally.
Pu Yao did not answer. He pondered with his head down and then said with realization, “So that’s why.” He was a genius to start with, a weirdo with the name of the Encyclopedia of Yao Arts. After continuous battle, the number of spells and mo skills that he had won and collected could not be counted. He was very knowledgeable. There were parts he did not understand before but now that Wei spoke a bit about it, it was enough for him to clearly see the crux of the matter.
“The guy that thought of this method is really a genius!” Pu Yao praised. He seemed to have a new idea and said to himself, “Maybe this can be tried out?”
Wei’s expression was calm, but a shiver flashed through his mind. Being enemies with Pu Yao, he directly felt the immeasurable nature of this guy. Pu Yao’s mind was sharp, sensitive, reacted extremely quickly, vicious and decisive, especially the insanity that came from his bones, that insanity that would destroy everything to reach his goal!
Such a terrifying enemy!
A wave rippled in Wei’s heart but he quickly resumed calmness. He looked openly at Pu Yao without any trembling in his gaze.
The two had their own thoughts and it became silent.
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Zuo Mo dazedly looked at Cang Ze, and gaped for a long moment. Successively killed twenty six yao? He was joking! How could he be so ferocious? He was clear how much he was worth. Even though he didn’t know names of the people that fell under his blade, but military combat yao, high level supervisors of the Genius Alliance, and guys that could enter the Elder Council of the Genius Alliance. Hearing Cang Ze heatedly narrate his results with awe, Zuo Mo felt like he was being told a story.
What yao world joke?
That was the words that were echoing inside his mind the most, but when he saw Cang Ze’s face which was so excited his lips were trembling, he felt that it was not pretense.
Had he really done it? Zuo Mo was full of suspicion and it was like he was listening to a fairytale.
Okay, maybe it really was he that did it … …
Zuo Mo said to himself. Oh, let’s focus on something more practical. He raised his head and asked, “How much did we make?”
Cang Ze that had been going on heatedly suddenly choked. His expression froze. In an instant, the giant figure of Daren in his mind wavered. He seemed to feel his breath was being choked at his throat.
Seeing Cang Ze’s expression, Zuo Mo instantly panicked, “Did we lose money?”
Cang Ze almost collapsed. Why … … why … …
In the legends, shouldn’t those great heroes treat gold like dirt?
The great battle god statue in Cang Ze’s mind collapsed.
“Da … … Daren, we earned … … earned thirty million … …” Cang Ze felt like he was a server reporting to the manager of the store.
“This much?” Zuo Mo’s eyes suddenly widened and lit up. All the suspicions in his heart instantly dissipated in front of true income.
How could the number of yao he defeated be as tangible as how much he made? Zuo Mo wanted to roar with laughter!
Chapter 386: Cang Lin
“Daren, this is my cousin, Cang Lin. He has been to the third prison before. If Daren has any questions, you can ask him,” Cang Ze said respectfully. There was a male yao standing next to him with features similar to Cang Ze, but he looked slightly worn down. Cang Lin also followed with a bow to Zuo Mo. His eyes were filled with respect and awe. In the last few days, the brutish reputation of this mysterious daren had spread everywhere.
Zuo Mo looked at him and then suddenly made a sound of surprise. “You were wounded?”
“Yes, Daren,” Cang Lin said in a hoarse voice. His voice was drier than Cang Ze and his gaze dim. In the past, he had been the most talented of the younger generation of the sect. Young and he was able to enter the third prison. He got into a conflict with someone else in the third prison once and was wounded in combat that resulted long lasting damage to his consciousness. He had not expected the ot
her’s imprint to be extremely malicious. The elders of the sect tried all they could but had no solutions.
Cang Ze had called him over this time because Zuo Mo had asked about the yao market bounties. Of the younger generation of the clan, only Cang Lin had gone to the third prison.
“Let’s heal you first and then talk.” Zuo Mo beckoned with his hand at Cang Lin. “Come over.”
Cang Lin stilled. Cang Ze reacted first, and said in a joyful and trembling voice, “Daren, can you heal this kind of wound?”
He could not be blamed for his loss of composure. The glory of the Grey Clan had long faded, and the Grey Clan was continuously declining. The greatest problem the Grey Clan faced was that they had no able successors. Cang Lin had once been the hope of the Grey Clan. In order to heal his wound, the clan had spent great sums. Cang Ze was the youth with the greatest talent next to Cang Lin but if it was not for the [Grey Scar Art], it probably would take him far more time to pass the first prison.
If Cang Lin’s wound could be healed, that meant the Grey Clan would have an able assistance! So when Cang Ze heard that Zuo Mo was able to heal Cang Lin’s wounds, his state could be described as overjoyed. Cang Lin was completely stunned, his mind blank.
He dumbly walked in front of Zuo Mo.
“Relax.”
Just like normal, Zuo Mo’s spiritual power was like nimble tentacles that connected to Cang Lin’s consciousness. The scenery in front of him changed. He seemed to be situated in a patch of grey and blue mist that moved relentlessly. It was possible to see dozens of mist streams that slowly flowed along specific paths.
Zuo Mo was shocked. The scene in front of him was so clear it was slightly outrageous.
His consciousness had improved again! Other than joy, Zuo Mo felt slightly puzzled. The improvement of his consciousness seemed too fast recently , it seemed to improve at a rate visible to the naked eye. He started to worry. Would this rate of increase have any problems?
He needed to find a time to ask Pu Yao.
Suppressing the worry and shock inside, Zuo Mo started to seriously inspect Cang Lin’s consciousness. He quickly found the cause of the problem. These blue streams were flowing slowly, too slowly.
He closed his eyes, and the scenery inside the blue mist continuously appeared in front of him.
The slender flows were like rivers and streams. Some were thick, and others extremely thin. They criss-crossed and did not interfere in certain places. Zuo Mo seemed to understand. These slender flows were like the ling channels inside people’s bodies and supported all of the consciousness.
At a place where the blue slender flows intersected was a blood-coloured vine covered in thorns.
This was it!
Zuo Mo narrowed his eyes. He was not skilled in healing and only understood a bit after repeatedly inspecting A Gui’s body. Vitality, this intangible and ethereal substance was something he could measure. From the beginning using the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to inspecting A Gui’s body, he had gained a direct impression. In the prison-breaking battle of Vast Water Clear Skies, facing the vast water breath filled with vitality, he had a new understanding of vitality.
Seeing Cang Lin today, he detected that Cang Lin’s vitality was not flowing smoothly so he had asked.
He examined it for a while longer and confirmed that the red thorny vine was the culprit that disrupted the flow of the blue streams. He did not hesitate and started to deconstruct it. In his eyes, the thorny vine was completely made from yao arts.
When he touched the red thorny vine, Zuo Mo couldn’t help but shiver.
An excited expression quickly came over. The construction of the red thorny vine was a new structure he had never seen before. It was also more complex than the yao arts which appeared in the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. From when they entered Vast Water Clear Skies, Pu Yao had continuously emphasized deconstruction to Zuo Mo.
How many yao arts had Zuo Mo deconstructed up until now?
He himself could not remember it but deconstructing yao arts almost had become a kind of instinct. When he saw a completely novel and complex yao art, he had a twinge of excitement like a gourmand that that saw delicious food!
Without hesitating, Zuo Mo started to deconstruct it.
Zuo Mo quickly encountered a blockage but this did not discourage him. It was the opposite and his fighting spirit was stimulated. He was like a battle seeking warrior who encountered an opponent of similar skill.
It had been so long since he had encountered such a powerful yao art!
Zuo Mo was excited!
This really was a complex yao art problem. Zuo Mo’s mind revolved quickly. His focus narrowed. The lights of all kinds of little yao arts continuously flashed on his hands. He was truly familiar with the set of little yao arts now and could confidently use them without any struggle. It was natural like eating and drinking. When an idea formed in his mind, the little yao art on his hand would have formed as well.
Cang Lin’s expression continuously changed. Sometimes pained and sometimes relaxed. Cang Ze did not dare to relax and silently informed the elders of the clan. To the grey Clan, this was really an important matter.
A moment later, six wizened looking Grey Clan elders appeared next to Cang Ze.
“How is the situation?” the Chief Elder asked in a deep voice. His gaze landed on Cang Lin and did not shift away. From the lights that were flashing on Cang Lin’s body, it was clear the other was undergoing healing.
“It’s been going for two hours,” Cang Ze hurriedly replied.
The elders instantly had serious expression. They had all tried to heal Cang Lin before but in the end, they were ineffective. The yao art imprint inside Cang Lin was not strong, but was extremely hardy. No matter which method they used, they could not destroy it.
Without needing to ask, the elders encircled Zuo Mo and Cang Lin and shielded in the middle, preventing others from disturbing them and affecting the healing.
Looking at Cang Lin’s pale and weary face, Chief Elder’s heart couldn’t help but hurt. He and the other elders worked to support the Grey Clan but they were already in the last stages of their life. But watching as they aged day by day, and there was no successor from the descendants of the Clan, the urgency they felt could be imagined.
The Grey Clan had declined but they possessed the Golden Tree so they had barely managed to survive until now. The reason the Grey Clan could protect the Golden Tree was that the elders were strong. Each of them was not individually strong but they were united. Others did not dare to easily provoke them. But if they were no longer there, the Golden Tree would end up being fatal to the Grey Clan.
The appearance of the [Grey Scar Art] undoubtedly filled the elders with hope of the future again.
If Cang Lin could recover, then their last worry would disappear. With Cang Lin’s talent, his cultivation would definitely skyrocket if he cultivated [Grey Scar Art].
The lights on Cang Lin’s body suddenly flashed rapidly. This change caused the expressions of the elders to deepen. They knew this was the most crucial moment!
Pia!
An abnormally crisp sound suddenly came out of Cang Lin’s body.
Chief Elder stilled and then his eyes lit up. He could not control himself from showing an overjoyed expression. The other elders quickly reacted, all of them with joy on their face.
Cang Lin opened his eyes. There was another light in that pair of dim eyes.
Zuo Mo did not move. He was like a statue of wood.
Seeing the situation, the other elders did not dare to slack off. They persisted in shielding Zuo Mo.
A long while later, Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. “Such a strange yao art!”
Seeing Zuo Mo open his eyes, Cang Lin forcibly suppressed the excitement inside and made a deep bow towards Zuo Mo. “Cang Lin cannot repay Daren’s great boon of rebirth. But whatever Daren orders, Cang Lin will do his best to accomplish!”
The Chief Elder just want
ed to stop him, and hadn’t expected that he would be too late. He couldn’t help but sigh inside. As expected of a young person! With these words, it was akin to putting the future of the Grey Clan into the hands of Xiao Mo Ge. Of the young people of the clan, the most promising successor to the position of clan leader were Cang Ze and Cang Lin. But he could see the attitudes of these two towards Xiao Mo Ge.
But Chief Elder altered his way of thinking. This was not a terrible thing. If the Grey Clan had the aid of such a powerful expert in the future, at least, they did not have to worry about others targeting the Golden Tree.
Thinking about this, he stepped forward and bowed to Zuo Mo. “This old man is the Chief Elder of the Grey Clan. Greetings to the honored Xiao Mo Ge! The boon that Sir has given us is something all of the Grey Clan is grateful for. This is just a small token. Sire, please accept it.”
The other elders saw the two Golden Souls in the Chief Elder’s hand and couldn’t not stop their disbelieving expression. The production of Golden Souls was very low. Last time to exchange for the [Grey Scar Art], they had paid ten Golden Souls. What was left in the clan could be counted on the fingers. They had not expected the Chief Elder to give out two Golden Souls in their first meeting!
However, they all know that the Chief Elder usually had deep insight and carefully considered his actions. They were puzzled but no one spoke in opposition. They simultaneously bowed towards Zuo Mo. “Please accept it!”
Zuo Mo was not courteous and took the Golden Souls. He said that he wanted to ponder what he had learned today. The elders were all very intelligent and hurriedly bid farewell.
A cold light flashed past Zuo Mo’s eyes. He sat down cross-legged on the ground to recover his spiritual power.
Moments later, a figure appeared in the distance.
Zuo Mo detected it. He opened his eyes and stood up. Just now when he had succeeded in deconstructing the yao art imprint inside Cang Lin’s body, at the moment the blood colored thorny vine turned to dust, he received a challenge.