Chapter 1142: Chapter 186: Setting Up His Son
This kind of serious injury, if it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn’t last more than a few seconds before dying.
But the fallen Mo Mo was still holding on, struggling to rise to a half-kneeling position.
“Sometimes not resisting is more fortable… Just get rid of him.”
Lai Caisheng waved his hand, and the Miss Gong standing behind him stepped forward a few steps, arriving in front of Mo Mo.
Looking at Mo Mo, the secretary from the Daoist Association slowly raised her palm. She clearly didn’t intend to say much to Mo Mo – but evidently, Mo Mo still planned to struggle a bit.
“Your boss, he could have used a bit more strength to kill me directly just now, but he didn’t. Instead, he let you do it. Do you know why?”
Miss Gong frowned slightly… behind her, Lai Caisheng was examining the status of the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation but upon hearing this, he turned his head slightly.
“He can’t kill anyone.” Mo Mo coughed up blood, “If he kills someone, it would mean breaking his cultivation.”
Regardless of whether this was alarmist talk or bluffing, it successfully caused Miss Gong to frown and stop her hand.
Even Lai Caisheng slowly turned around, his gaze passing over Miss Gong and landing on Mo Mo. After a moment of silence, “You, know?”
“Bodhi Brahman Sound… Is it this kind of cultivation technique?” Mo Mo struggled to prop himself up, fully standing as his body wavered twice, stood upright, “The true Buddhist Sect was wiped out when the New Kingdom was established by the Taoists in collaboration. Most of the cultivation techniques of Buddhist inheritance were obliterated in that disaster… The Buddhist Sect has a very magical ‘Bodhi Brahman Sound’. It is said that those who cultivate it can accumulate their cultivation over many lifetimes, but it takes an extremely long time and requires starting from the beginning. But your Clothed Daoist possesses the miraculous art of traversing time stealthily. I imagine, in your Clothed Daoist’s reincarnation, you must be cultivating in reverse, lifetime after lifetime. When the reincarnation ends, all those lifetimes of cultivation return to this lifetime, pleting the most challenging part of ‘Bodhi Brahman Sound’.”
Lai Caisheng remained silent, only watching Mo Mo.
“Bodhi Brahman Sound can’t pare to many cultivation techniques, but if it can accumulate over ten lifetimes, it may be that, in terms of cultivation alone, no one in the world could rival it… It’s only a pity that it’s a Buddhist Sect cultivation technique, especially such a mystical skill that infinitely accumulates cultivation. If it had no weaknesses, there would be no saying about Heavenly Dao balancing. Even if your cultivation is high, you cannot take life. Because once you kill, it is tantamount to contradicting the essence of the Buddhist Sect, and your decades, even hundreds of lifetimes of cultivation, would be destroyed entirely.”
Lai Caisheng squinted his eyes, even now he didn’t show any excessive expression, only calmly said: “Is it that person who told you?”
“No.”
To Lai Caisheng’s surprise, Mo Mo shook his head, smiling mysteriously: “You told me personally… in reincarnation.”
In an instant, Lai Caisheng became momentarily disoriented due to surprise… and within this moment of disorientation, thick mist had already risen around.
The mist came so swiftly but dissipated unusually fast, almost within the blink of an eye – yet at this moment Mo Mo had already vanished.
“I’ll pursue him! He’s injured, he won’t escape far!” Miss Gong hurriedly said this time.
Lai Caisheng shook his head, “No need… This person is destined to survive this calamity. Clearly, his fate is not meant to end here, pursuing him adamantly will only increase his difficulties as well as his fortune, perhaps even putting oneself in danger.”
“But he, his strength has increased greatly, if he abruptly attacks again in the future, wouldn’t it…” Miss Gong started to voice her concern.
“His meridians are pletely severed, unless he encounters a truly immortal deity. If he could meet one, it might do well, possibly even seeing one for real…” Lai Caisheng shook his head, but suddenly changed the topic, “Go bring Du Lin out… Gongsun Shiyu is almost done with his mission as a vessel.”
…
Mo Mo indeed couldn’t escape far, and even walking along this road he seemed incredibly forced… The severed meridians made it impossible for him to gather mana again, and the remaining mana was nearly exhausted after releasing the final mist.
He couldn’t even suppress the internal bleeding caused by his ruptured organs… Signs of death seemed to be appearing.
In such a situation, a high state of mind is useless… In the end, without a vessel, a state of mind is like an engine without a car body – unless he planned to die like this and transform into a ghost body, being a Ghost Cultivator.
That Ghost City Lord Xiao Shengmo is precisely a Ghost Cultivator.
Eventually, he collapsed to the ground, laughing while coughing up blood, “Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, reincarnating as a Ghost Cultivator… Master, oh Master, should I continue capturing ghosts, or capture ghosts? Aren’t you angry enough to enter the coffin a couple of years early”
… cough cough.
Mo Mo slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually fading.
“Boss, why didn’t this young man seek you out?”
After Mo Mo lost consciousness, his cheek was poked up by someone using a tree branch… Nero, crouched on the ground and holding the branch, turned her head this time.
“If he doesn’t want to find me, then he won’t find me. Isn’t that a normal thing? You used to e whenever you wanted to and left whenever you wanted to.” Luo Qiu walked quietly over, “Besides, he had already planned an escape route.”
Nero stuck out her tongue, frowning, “Escape route?”
“Chinese Taoist magic is sometimes quite mystical,” Luo Qiu said calmly, “though resurrection is beyond reach, letting someone from the underworld return is indeed possible.”
“Are you saying, he intends to die first and then e back to life from the underworld?” Nero exclaimed in surprise, opening her mouth, “There’s such an operation?”
“The Dragon Tiger Mountain sect has always dealt with life and death, so it’s not surprising that such a possibility exists.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly, “However, he’s likely going to have his plans thwarted… Step back a little first.”
Nero blinked, not entirely understanding what her boss meant… However, at this moment she acutely felt something dangerous approaching her.
Probably instinct.
Nero threw away the branch instantly, retreating quickly to Luo Qiu’s side… It seemed she felt it wasn’t safe enough, so she directly retreated behind Luo Qiu.
This caused Boss Luo to look at Nero somewhat unexpectedly.
Miss Nero blinked, smiling, “I remember! The maid’s code of conduct! I must stand in front of the boss when there’s danger… But you’re much stronger! When I’m as strong as you one day, I’ll raise… no, I’ll protect you! Look, Boss!”
“I won’t raise you for nothing,” Luo Qiu shook his head but still followed where Nero pointed and glanced back.
Upon Mo Mo, a golden light emerged, spreading from the golden light and extending to the ground, dispersing little by little – when it reached Luo Qiu’s side, the ripples spreading abruptly bypassed him, continuing to extend further away.
At the same time, all the vitality in the areas touched by the golden light vanished instantly.
The grass dried up, trees withered.
Within a moment, all the plants within a hundred meters died pletely, and yet the golden light continued to spread… One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters, until it reached a thousand meters away.
Large swathes of trees fell, the surroundings clearly turning into a barren land, as Mo Mo’s body gradually regained coloration, his plexion slowly returning to normal.
“Boss, does this righteous young man have such skill?” Nero clicked her tongue immediately, “Is he healing himself by absorbing the vitality around him? This power is quite similar to some fighter’s power I encountered when I was with Michael… Hold on, if that’s the case, then can’t this young man have unlimited lifespan, endlessly grinding for things from you?”
“Life that can be traded has limits. Like this, taken forcibly, the value will only decrease,” Luo Qiu said calmly, “Moreover, this isn’t his own power truly, whether he can retain it in the future is uncertain… Alright, he’s fine now. Let’s go, over there… it’s about to start.”
Watching Luo Qiu turn away, a straight road emerged on the earth covered in golden light. Nero stuck out her tongue, then quickly tiptoed to follow behind Boss Luo. “Next time, next time I’ll definitely be at the front! I’m serious! Boss, do you believe me?!”
In the land of death, Mo Mo lay quietly on the ground.
The rippling golden light slowly contracted back, finally forming into a cocoon of light, pletely enveloping him… And in the end, the golden light gradually faded, seeming much weaker.
Eventually, the golden light dispersed, leaving just a faint trace, which slowly receded into Mo Mo’s body.
His fingers moved slightly, but he had not yet awakened.
…
…
In the time that passed, night had already fallen.
A vast area of dense fog, with Mount Tai’s Fengshan Ritual Site at its center, was suddenly cleared. The bright moonlight was like silver ornaments, laying a veil of tranquility over the place.
But now was not a time to enjoy this otherworldly peace.
Because too many, too many beings beyond ordinary people had gathered here.
On the staircase leading to the heavens, figures ascended one after another at a rapid pace… At the forefront were the Fiery Cloud Evil God, Daoist Bai Jie, Qu Xinghe, and other high-ranking members of the demons.
“Evil God, I never thought we would join forces one day.” Daoist Bai Jie looked at the end of the staircase, speaking with emotion.
Years ago, this martial lunatic appeared out of nowhere, challenging all around. From Mount Changbai in the northeast, he fought his way to the southern islands, then from the East Sea to the western Siberian plateau. For three whole years, he was relentless, leaving the Dao Monsters trembling in fear.
“Hmm, when this is over, I’ll head to Kunlun next year. Make sure to bring all your Kunlun treasures out this time, and don’t just make a feeble showing like last time.”
“My old bones, stop tormenting me. Find someone younger. Recently, the White Tiger Clan has a Huang Baifu, you haven’t crossed paths with him yet, have you?”
Several demon high-rankers exchanged glances, then secretly gave a thumbs up to Daoist Bai Jie.
So daring!
It’s not easy, how did Old Niu think of bringing these two stars together? So smart, isn’t it amazing?! Likes!
“I will.”
The Fiery Cloud Evil God laughed twice, then took a step forward, instantly overtaking everyone, being the first to reach the end of the staircase.
“Tianxin Seventy-First Generation, e out and meet your death!! Your Fire Cloud Grandpa is itching tonight, just right to find someone to practice with!”
The Fiery Cloud Evil God’s power was unparalleled; with a roar, it resounded in the vast space surrounded by the mountain, like thunder. Many ascending the staircase below had to cover their ears, feeling their scalps tingle!
But when the group reached the Fengshan Platform, they found it surprisingly empty—there were only stage decorations for a performance, still lit at the moment.
“Why is there no one here? Is your intelligence incorrect?” Cang Jinshui frowned, looking directly at Yan Xiaoxi—this operation was led by Yan Xiaoxi.
“Everyone, remain calm.” Yan Xiaoxi surveyed the surroundings, speaking solemnly: “Tianxin… The terror of the Clothed Daoist, you all have not been untouched. The quietness of this place is almost eerie; be careful of deception!”
No sooner had Yan Xiaoxi spoken than a figure descended from the huge stone monument on the Fengshan Platform.
“The Taoists, Four Spirits of Heaven, the Management Bureau… Even the four National Scholars of the New Kingdom are here; this line-up could flatten a small country in one night!”
The person wore all black with a bronze mask concealing his face, yet to everyone’s surprise, one of his arms was missing a hand.
Yet his voice also rang out all around.
This was not a fluctuation of mana, nor demonic power… It was the sound of a Martial Artist’s strength resonating. The Fiery Cloud Evil God, as a martial cultivation expert, immediately recognized the other’s power system.
“Not weak at all.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God’s eyes narrowed, soaring into the air, “This Heart of Heaven is truly capable, incorporating not just a heap of old folks, but also martial cultivators! What use is spiritual energy to you!!”
“No rush, Evil God, I’ve arranged an opponent for you.” The masked man with the severed wrist waved his hand.
Immediately, a figure burst from the ground below, charging fiercely towards the Fiery Cloud Evil God!
This figure exchanged a punch in the air with the Fiery Cloud Evil God, only to hear a loud boom; both sides were evenly matched and landed apart.
“Such strong demonic power…” The Fiery Cloud Evil God frowned.
The other party, burly and similarly masked, stood alone in front of the numerous Dao Monsters and Management Bureau personnel, matching their aura without losing a bit.
But at this moment, the current patriarch of the Azure Dragon Clan, Cang Jinshui, had a slight change in expression.
Perceptive of Cang Jinshui’s change, Qu Xinghe quietly approached, asking in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“Noth… nothing.” Cang Jinshui shook his head, “Nothing.”
The Fiery Cloud Evil God snorted coldly, “Your demonic power is strong; you can’t be a nameless nobody, can you? Your Fire Cloud Grandpa never fights with people who hide their heads… Now that it has e to this, reveal your identity, would you? Either way, it’s a battle, why hide and dodge, afraid of ridicule?”
“Hahahaha! Such spirit, no wonder you’re a rare strong Human Race individual in modern times. To see you, why would I not show my face!”
He slowly removed the bronze mask from his face, a square face, breath deep and still as a mountain, standing there like an iron tower, his presence almost endlessly growing, along with the overwhelming monster’s aura, pervading every part of the Fengshan Platform.
Seeing this, Cang Jinshui’s face turned pale, suddenly crying out, “You… how are you here!”
“Cang Yuntian… it’s you!” Daoist Bai Jie stared incredulously, “You… you actually conspired with the Heart of Heaven!”
This was none other than Cang Jinshui’s father, the former patriarch of the Azure Dragon Clan, who had once been publicly shamed by Huang Baifu!
“My son, quickly e to your father’s side!” The man… Cang Yuntian waved his sleeve, shouting sharply.
Cang Jinshui shivered suddenly… eyes of everyone around were all fixed on him.
You, as a father, can’t set your son up like this!! Am I really your biological child?!
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