In the past, when the Ming Cult was at its strongest, it was not able to rule over the world. It was far from being as aloof and detached as the Huatian Palace. After all, there were many ancient and great forces that could be mentioned in the same breath as the Ming Cult.
China had thousands of years of history and culture. There were many unknown things hidden in it. In terms of heritage, the Ming Cult could not even be ranked. A country with such a huge ancient civilization was naturally not simple.
A very, very long time ago, it was an era where hundreds of schools of thought contended for supremacy. All kinds of experts and capable people continuously emerged. When one side finished singing, another took the stage, and each dominated for hundreds of years.
However, in the recent four to five hundred years, it had evolved into the Huatian Palace, ruling over the heroes of the world for a long time without declining. Why was it like this? What secrets were hidden within? Everything was a mystery.
"There are many people who are interested in the Huatian Palace. You won't make a difference."
Dongfang Yi smiled and curled his lips, saying, "I think that it would be more meaningful for you to place your thoughts on an ancient martial arts influence called the Dafang Sect."
"Dafang Sect?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.
"The Su Clan's Qi Nucleation realm ancient martial art practitioner is called Wu Dong. He is an elder of the Dafang Sect." Dongfang Yi sipped a mouthful of red wine and said plainly, "That Dafang Sect's influence is not small and their way of doing things is tyrannical. You have killed one of their elders. With the way Dafang Sect does things, they will definitely seek revenge on you."
"How strong is the Dafang Sect?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows.
"The Dafang Sect has a top expert in the Embryonic Breathing realm. As for those in the Qi Nucleation realm, I reckon there are no less than 20 of them. In the ancient martial arts world, they can be considered a first-rate faction."
Dongfang Yi curled his lips and said. Now that he had offended the Dafang Sect, it would be hard for Mo Wen to have peace in the future.
An ancient martial arts influence that could have a top expert in the Embryonic Breathing realm was a famous big influence in the entire ancient martial arts world. One in the Embryonic Breathing realm was comparable to thousands of troops and horses. Many ancient martial arts practitioners in the Qi Nucleation realm would never be able to step into that realm in their lifetime.
Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and declined to comment. After finishing the wine in the cup, he got up and returned to his room.
At night, Mo Wen persisted in meditating and practicing. He had been working hard on his cultivation and had never neglected it. That was because he knew that in any world, only those who were strong enough could have a foothold. Only then would he be able to do as he pleased and be unrestrained; only then would he be able to make others revere him and make others not dare to provoke him.
For example, that Huatian Palace. If he was strong enough and could surpass everything, no one would dare to compete with him. Then there would be no need to worry about anything.
There was also the Dafang Sect. The power of a sect posed a great threat to him.
If they didn't work hard, they would perish. He was trapped in a cage. Living in a world ruled by others, not abiding by the rules would only result in death.
Therefore, he had to work hard to cultivate and make himself stronger. Only by transcending everything could one be fearless.
In the past, he might not have had much confidence. But now, with his life's experience, the three divine skills, the understanding of martial arts from the 34th cult master of Ming Cult, and the Blood-Heart Grass's transformation of his body, he had gained a new life. Everything became possible.
Perhaps he could go one step further and step into the legendary Golden Elixir realm, or even surpass that realm.
However, the path of cultivation focused on circular economy. It was the accumulation of time.
That time in the Gu Clan Fort, he had accidentally cultivated to the intermediate stage of the Sea of Qi realm, causing Mo Wen's Inner Qi to increase by more than one fold. However, the things that he had obtained through a fortuitous encounter might not belong to him. Therefore, in the past few days, he had been constantly consolidating his realm, turning external forces into his own strength.
Mo Wen, who had a lifetime's worth of cultivation experience, deeply understood that only when one's own foundation was solid enough. Only then could one break through to a higher realm.
Some ancient martial arts practitioners were stuck in a realm all their lives, unable to break through. Most of the time, it was not because they were not talented enough, but because their mentality was not strong enough. When they were practicing, they were too eager for quick success and instant benefits, causing them to take the wrong path.
In the next few days, Mo Wen attended classes and studied as usual. In his spare time, he researched medical techniques and practiced ancient martial arts at night.
Perhaps the Su Clan's incident had just happened, so the Dafang Sect and Huatian Palace had not found him yet.
However, he was being pestered by Shen Jing.
…
In the depths of a deserted mountain range, a slender figure stood on the peak of a five thousand meters high mountain peak. Below it was a sea of clouds rolling. The waves were like the sea, and it was a majestic sight. The figure was dressed in a white dress and had a graceful figure. She stood in the wind with her clothes fluttering. She was like a fairy from the heavens, cold and aloof, with an imposing manner of looking down on all the mountains.
"Sister, how confident are you that you will be able to survive this crisis?"
Behind the cold figure stood another figure. This person was also dressed in white. He had a slender figure, ten fingers like jade, and eyebrows like a painting. His appearance was very enchanting. He looked like a man, but also like a woman, giving people a strange feeling. It was an absolutely neutral face, but it made people feel very comfortable looking at it. It was a very strong visual enjoyment.
If she was a woman, she would definitely be the most beautiful woman in the world.
If he was a man, he would definitely be the most charming man in the world.
It was a very contradictory yet harmonious combination. It was neither a man nor a woman, but it was as perfect as a work of art.
"If it was before, there would only be a fifty-five percent chance. But now, with the Soul Nurturing Jade, there should be a ninety percent chance."
Mo Qingge stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the sea of clouds below her. Her eyes were as deep as the sea of clouds, and her body had an indescribable aura.
"The person who gave you the Soul Nurturing Jade is rather interesting."
Mo Qingtian's mouth curled up, and he gave a very enchanting smile. He was different from Mo Qingge's pure beauty, and his body had an indescribable evil charm.
"Him?"
Mo Qingge looked down and thought for a while, then said, "He is a very strange person. I can't see through him."
"Sister, you can't see through him because you don't want to. How many years has it been? This is the first time you have taken the initiative to pay attention to someone. "
Mo Qingtian pursed his lips and smiled. He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world that his sister couldn't see through.
"Tian 'er, there are some things that you don't understand. Don't think too much."
Mo Qingge smiled. When she said that she couldn't see through him, she really couldn't see through him.
A person who knew about the Massacre's Host, a person who could tell stories that only experienced people could tell, a person who possessed the Soul Nurturing Jade and knew that the Soul Nurturing Jade could restrain the Massacre's Host, a person who was a student with no experience before the age of eighteen, but after the age of eighteen, he displayed extraordinary abilities and shocking abilities.
Connecting all the dots, one would realize that everything seemed to be confusing.
"Sister, I can help you investigate him, as long as you are willing," Mo Qingtian smiled and said.
"Forget it. That is his private matter. It has nothing to do with us," Mo Qingge shook her head and said.
"From what I know, not long after, the people from Huatian Palace and Dafang Sect will find him."
Mo Qingtian looked at the sea of clouds in the distance and pursed his lips. He was very curious about his sister's attitude towards Mo Wen. It was very rare for his sister to care about someone.
"Let's recruit him into Vermillion Bird Palace Hall. With his ability, he is qualified," Mo Qingge said after pondering for a while.
"Vermillion Bird Palace Hall has never recruited men. Sister, you have broken the rules."
Mo Qingtian smiled playfully. He really wanted to know what it would be like for a man to mix with a group of women.
"Rules are set by people. Now, I am the rule," Mo Qingge said indifferently.
"Got it."
Mo Qingtian smiled helplessly. To be able to say such domineering words so indifferently, he was afraid that only his sister had the right to do so.
"Tian 'er, you go. If I fail to pass the Massacre calamity, you should know what to do. "
Mo Qingge glanced at the person behind her and a sigh flashed in her eyes.
"Sister …"
Mo Qingtian opened his mouth and looked at his sister who had stopped talking. He could only swallow his words sadly.
His sister still refused to let him stay and would rather face the terrifying Massacre calamity alone. He knew what the consequences would be if his sister failed.
"Tian 'er understands."
Mo Qingtian lowered his head and silently turned to leave.
On the peak of the mountain, there was only a lonely silhouette left …
Mo Wen sprawled on the desk and dozed off. It would be a waste not to sleep in the afternoon.
Qin Xiaoyou sat beside Mo Wen and held a folding fan in her hand. While listening to the lesson, she was fanning Mo Wen to cool him down.
So, Mo Wen slept very comfortably and had a very good dream. He dreamed of …
Just at the crucial moment of his sweet dream, a loud bang sounded on the table. It shook twice like an earthquake, scaring Mo Wen so much that he woke up immediately.
"What are you doing?"
Mo Wen glared angrily at a figure who had appeared beside him out of nowhere. It was none other than Shen Jing. F * ck, she had almost scared him until he became impotent.
"You are not allowed to sleep in class."
Shen Jing glared at Mo Wen fiercely. She held the textbook in one hand and the teacher's whip in the other. The imposing manner of a teacher was displayed to its fullest.
He dared to sleep in her class. It was simply too disrespectful. How would he behave in other teachers' classes?
"…"
Mo Wen looked at Shen Jing speechlessly. He was not the only one who slept in class. Why did she find him? Did she have a grudge against him?
"You are not allowed to sleep."
Shen Jing glared at Mo Wen before walking back to the podium proudly.
"I've already told you not to sleep in Teacher Shen Jing's class."
Qin Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at Mo Wen and gently patted his back to calm him down.
Mo Wen rolled his eyes. He had forgotten that this class was Shen Jing's class. He had fallen asleep before the class started, so he didn't even know who was in class.
"Go to your class. Mind your own business," Mo Wen patted Qin Xiaoyou's little head and said.
Qin Xiaoyou snorted softly and rolled her eyes at Mo Wen resentfully. After being bullied, he only knew how to vent his anger on her.
"Mo Wen, come to my office after class."
After class, Shen Jing said this to Mo Wen before turning around and leaving the classroom.
"Why did Teacher Shen Jing call you?"
Qin Xiaoyou asked curiously. Could it be that Teacher Shen Jing was going to punish Mo Wen for sleeping in class?
"God knows. I'll go take a look."
Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the classroom leisurely.
"Then I'll wait for you at the canteen entrance for dinner tonight," Qin Xiaoyou hurriedly shouted at Mo Wen's back.
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