Chapter 1149: Chapter 193: The Third Point
The Clothed Daoist’s villa had nearly been destroyed during Mo Mo’s earlier confrontation with the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation… or rather, it had been forcibly expanded, leaving only half the walls and a lonesome Firmiana tree.
Mo Mo followed Du Lin’s footsteps into the half wall.
The surroundings had crystallized, like they had turned into little people, then thrown into the Mineral Mother’s crystal… Passing by the ‘crystal trees,’ Mo Mo reached what was probably the villa’s quiet room.
Lai Caisheng and the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation were there.
In this ‘crystal tree’ surrounded space, a faint green color spread all around, even the soil was tinted this color.
A gaze shot from under a ‘crystal tree,’ and Mo Mo saw the Daoist Association’s Secretary.
Du Lin coincidentally faced the eyes of Lai Caisheng and the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation, stepping in front of them, “Mo Mo has agreed.”
“Thank you for your efforts.” Lai Caisheng nodded.
The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation looked at Mo Mo and bowed gracefully, “Friend Mo Mo, your name will surely be passed down through the ages.”
“Perhaps it’s the dark name.” Mo Mo shook his head, “It seems I still went too easy on you last time.”
The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation smiled slightly, “No matter. Since you’ve e here now, our goals temporarily align.”
Mo Mo exhaled, speaking seriously, “Don’t let me catch you doing anything shady during the process. Although I can’t beat Lai Caisheng, you might not stop me from acting… I have nine lives like a cat.”
Hmm… Regardless, a good bluff never fails.
Whether it’s cultivation or state of mind, at their level, it’s more of a psychological battle… not like young and impulsive people, but climbing high, the things to consider are increasing exponentially.
“I see, despite suffering severe injuries, you’ve not only pletely recovered but are even better than before.” Lai Caisheng stood with his hands behind his back, “I truly have to admire the methods of that mysterious person… Surely, these are the methods of a real Immortal, right?”
Mo Mo smiled at Lai Caisheng, then mimed zipping his lips.
Lai Caisheng wasn’t bothered, “The resurgence of Spiritual Energy is right before us, yet the one behind you has still not shown himself. It seems he thinks you alone are enough to handle everything… or perhaps everything is actually under his control.”
Mo Mo shrugged… The truth is, he himself didn’t know.
Senior Luo has always been mysterious, ever since encountering him at the coastal fishing village. He has consistently maintained his mystery, likely a man who can remain mysterious for a lifetime.
“The one behind you… is he a Transcendent?”
As Mo Mo pondered, Lai Caisheng mentioned a term unfamiliar to Mo Mo.
“What are Transcendents?” Mo Mo casually replied, “I’ve only heard of Avengers and Watchers. Never heard of any Transcendents. Are Transcendents a league, have they made a movie?”
Lai Caisheng laughed softly, clasping his hands upfront, “Transcendents refer to those who have transcended this heaven and earth, the mainland’s will.”
“You mean Immortals?” Mo Mo furrowed his brows… Just how many secrets are these Clothed Daoist folks hiding.
“Transcendents can be Immortals. But Immortals aren’t necessarily Transcendents.” Lai Caisheng spoke slowly, “Transcendents no longer belong to this world. If they forcibly return, they must still follow the world’s rules… they are a group shunned by the world. Thinking this way, the one behind you’s reluctance to show himself makes sense.”
“Ha-ha… if you say so.” Mo Mo waved dismissively, glancing at the sky, “Enough chatter. You better start preparing… Of course, I’ll be ready too.”
The Nameless Black Sword sprang out with a whoosh, its fierce Mana gathered but yet unleashed… Mo Mo’s gaze was fixed on the direction of Mount Tai Summit—he promised Du Lin, waiting for this moment, whether success or failure at the Mount Tai Summit, would decide on action.
Time ticked away, with less than a minute left till Zero Hour… At this tense moment, Du Lin’s palms couldn’t help but sweat cold.
Thirty seconds… twenty-nine seconds…
Lai Caisheng suddenly remarked, “Was it truly me who told you about the ‘Bodhi Brahman Sound’?”
Mo Mo grinned, speaking silently through mouth shapes, “Guess.”
Lai Caisheng gently closed his eyes.
Mo Mo took a deep breath, expelling all distracting thoughts.
Finally, seven beams of light shot from different directions, converging at a certain place in the night sky… A thundering dragon’s roar resounded at that instant.
Mo Mo’s gathered but unleashed Mana crazily poured into the Nameless Black Wooden Sword—Du Lin in that moment transformed into his demon form, a giant Jade Kirin, blocking Lai Caisheng and the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation.
Yet swiftly, the earth began to tremble, a dazzling light burst from Mount Tai Summit… before their eyes, Mount Tai Summit had been split into two halves.
After a few breaths, a gust of powerful wind swept through, its force instantly blowing away the relatively intact bricks within Wolong Mountain Villa, and within the wind, even a single breath contained thick Spiritual Power.
Mo Mo’s maddeningly ascending aura at this moment descended like a deflating balloon… And that gust of Spiritual Energy quickly stopped.
Mo Mo exhaled heavily, with a serious look, “Lai Caisheng, I hope you won’t make any sneaky moves next.”
Seeing Mo Mo abandon action, Du Lin reverted to human form, returning behind Lai Caisheng… In the distance, the Secretary breathed a sigh of relief.
Lai Caisheng slowly opened his eyes, Mo Mo found it hard to see any sign of tension in his expression—even the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation had a momentary fluctuation of mind at that instant.
“Wrong, you lied to me!” Mo Mo suddenly raised the peachwood sword, “Why is the Spiritual Energy burst so little?”
“This is just a prelude.” The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation spoke seriously, “The real impact will e soon… You’ve waited this long, why not wait a moment more.”
Saying this, regardless of Mo Mo’s reaction, the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation raised his arm—only to see at the point where the seven beams of Spiritual Energy converged, an Earth Spirit Sword appeared once again, rapidly shooting toward this place, landing in his hand.
The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation’s expression was solemn, holding the Earth Spirit Sword with both hands simultaneously, the tip facing the earth yet not piercing… maintaining this stance.
At the same time, Lai Caisheng slowly spread his hands… From his body, an immense and vast Mana surged forth.
Mo Mo was inexplicably startled at that moment, only because Lai Caisheng’s cultivation at that instant had far exceeded his—whether Mana or state of mind simultaneously embedded in the Inquiry Phase during reincarnation, it’s a world of difference!
Mana materialized, the Mana surging from Lai Caisheng’s side, forming a giant Map of Rivers and Mountains!
“Is this… the Divine Land?” Mo Mo called out quietly.
On that huge Map of Rivers and Mountains, twelve bright beams appeared… The beams twisted, like twelve coiling Divine Dragons… At that moment, these coiling twelve Divine Dragons began to move, all swimming towards the same direction.
“Could these be China’s Twelve Ancestral Veins?” Mo Mo took a deep breath.
Lai Caisheng slowly uttered, “At the moment they gather, it will be when this Spiritual Energy sealed for thousands of years truly erupts.”
A drop of cold sweat slowly seeped from Mo Mo’s forehead!
This swimming speed is too fast, too fast…
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If one were to draw a straight line from the spiritual energy eruption at the peak of Mount Tai to the Wolong Mountain Villa, and then precisely pinpoint a third spot to form a perfect equilateral triangle, this would definitely be the place.
A tiny waterfall in an unremarkable mountain forest.
Here, there used to be a legend about the Dragon God’s child in the local village—this child was named ‘Wang’.
The storm from the spiritual energy eruption devastated most of this forest, and the terrain of the hundred-year-old legendary waterfall changed because of it.
“Hmm… Boss, what are these twelve worm-like things?”
On a rock by the waterfall’s pool, our Ms. Nero was using her beloved sword—the Yama Sword, to cut a beehive she just found in the forest.
Golden honey almost covered her hands. Ms. Nero, however, didn’t waste a drop, licking her fingers with satisfaction—though she already knew Boss Luo’s obsession with food, they were not discussing eating at this moment.
Just teasing.
“Why don’t you change your name to Winnie?”
“Will that e with a raise?” Ms. Nero looked up, sucking on her thumb and blinking, “If it means a pay increase, I might consider it.”
Luo Qiu-style ignoring… Boss Luo turned his gaze to the pool, where the twelve worm-like things Nero mentioned were appearing.
To be more precise, what appeared on the pool was a vast unfolding Map of Rivers and Mountains.
“Boss, you still haven’t told me what these twelve worm-like things are, huh?”
“These are the Twelve Ancestral Veins of China,” Boss Luo said calmly, “This is just something we talk about here. If you ever get the chance to enter again, remember not to mention this in front of Ms. Long, it’s impolite. And also, you should probably get your outfit back to normal.”
“Outfit?” Nero was momentarily confused.
She instinctively looked at her clothes—well, her heavy maid outfit had been DIYed into a breezy short outfit, “Why… my neckline is low enough, the teasing look is not bad at all~”
Saying that, Ms. Nero slightly pulled down her collar a bit, “Boss, such a rare opportunity~”
“I wonder what the opportunity is.”
“Of course, it’s…”
Not good… the taste of honey was currently melting in Nero’s mouth, something that should be exciting, but it felt like her tongue was glued instead.
“What is it, Ms. Nero?”
That was an extremely sweet voice—from behind.
“It… what I mean is…” Nero threw the beehive into the pool and swiftly got up, “I was just saying that the scenery here… the scenery… isn’t bad at all! Oh, Ms. You Ye, what brings you here! I was just talking about you with the boss!”
“Really, what were you saying about me?” The maid smiled slightly.
It always seemed like there were countless devils looming behind this Grand Steward… Nero had a flash of inspiration, immediately finding a way to jump back from the brink of death, “Boss said, occasionally we should change the taste a bit, so it doesn’t look monotonous! He said, Ms. You Ye should also try wearing something like me, it would look very nice!”
The maid was slightly taken aback, then looked at Luo Qiu, “Master?”
At this moment, Ms. Nero was behind the maid, clasping her hands, bowing her head, and looking at Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, “Is that okay?”
“Well then…” The maid opened her mouth, then nodded.
Only to see the maid gently lifting her long skirt, then slowly spinning her body… the long skirt began to shrink as her fair calves were also revealed at the same time.
But as they were revealed, they were also wrapped in black silk stockings… at the knees, a circle of white lace pleted the trimming of the stockings.
The skirt also moved up some more, with an additional thin layer of lace, leaving only a small segment of the thigh exposed.
Her sleeves also began to narrow and shorten, roughly to three fingers above the elbows.
The neckline was lower than usual, and around her neck, a circle of black silk ribbon was worn… pleting her turn.
The maid softly said, “Master, is this okay?”
“e.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly, reaching out his hand.
The maid unblinkingly placed her hand in the boss’s palm… where their palms touched, it shone with a colorful light.
“So… so dazzling!” Ms. Nero at this moment took two steps back, even shielding her eyes with her hands.
“I’ll leave this to you.” Luo Qiu’s voice.
“Alright.” The maid’s voice.
…
When Nero got used to the almost blinding light, the boss had already left.
Only the maid remained, now holding a basketball-sized colorful light ball in her hands.
“Hey, what is that?” Nero asked curiously.
The boss did not take her along when he left, which meant—she wasn’t needed at the moment.
The maid smiled gently, “More than that, Ms. Nero, there’s something I want to ask you about.”
“Hmm… go ahead?” Nero’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, a strange feeling came over her.
“Ms. Nero, you used to be a fighter of the Michael Club, you must have often gone on missions, right?” The maid remained as graceful as ever.
“Uh, kind of.” Nero instinctively said, “Most of the time I was active in Europe, sometimes going to places like North America. I rarely came in contact with things over here.”
“In that case, Ms. Nero, you must have mastered quite a few languages, for convenience during missions.” The maid remained as elegant as before.
Nero shrugged, “Not many, twenty-seven. I’m quite lazy, among the fighters, my academics were the worst.”
“I see.” The maid smiled softly, “Then, to help Ms. Nero better fulfill the duties of a maid, and to understand the guidelines more clearly, please transcribe the maid guidelines in these twenty-seven different languages. Just a thousand times each.”
The maid remained this elegant.
Nero opened her mouth wide.
Crap… so this is what a myocardial infarction feels like!
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