Anyone who knew about the Gao Clan would know what they believed in, but it was also an impossible task. At least, based on the current situation, it was impossible.
As such, the disciples of the Gao Clan rarely talked about the Gao Clan's long-cherished wish. It was just a wish that was difficult to fulfill.
"Grandfather, I have something to tell you. I hid it from you before, so please forgive me," Jun Wulei said with a serious expression.
At the same time, he gave Mo Wen a reassuring look. He was confident that the Gao Clan would not do anything to harm Mo Wen. The worst outcome would be that they would not acknowledge Mo Wen's identity and ignore him.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly," Gao Hanshan said lightly.
Gao Hanshan said calmly. However, he also realized that what his grandson was about to say was not ordinary. Thus, his expression became much more solemn.
Mo Wen laughed bitterly. He had not expected to encounter such a situation. In reality, he did not want to reveal his identity right now because he was not powerful enough.
When he saw the Third Sect Grand Elder of the Ming Temple, he understood that his current ability was far from enough. No wonder Demoness Gong had solemnly told him that even if his cultivation reached the Golden Elixir Realm, he should not easily reveal his identity.
Now, it seemed that he was not just in the Golden Elixir Realm. If he had not reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm, he would not have a chance at all.
He looked around, looking for a place where he could escape in time. Although Jun Wulei had told him not to worry, he naturally could not completely trust him. He was not the clan leader of the Gao Clan. How would he know what the clan leader was thinking?
Jun Wulei took a deep breath and explained Mo Wen's identity in a concise and comprehensive manner. In the process, he had also added Demoness Gong into the conversation. Back then, the Gong Clan and the Gao Clan had been friends for generations. The two clans had been friends for hundreds of years. Once Gong Biluo stood on Mo Wen's side, it would be a very important bargaining chip for Mo Wen.
"What? What did you say?"
Gao Hanshan could not believe his ears. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed Jun Wulei's shoulder and lifted him up.
"Grandfather, he is indeed the successor of the Ming Clan Leader. He has cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Technique and has the Sacred Flame Insignia."
Jun Wulei laughed bitterly. He knew how shocking this news was to the Gao Clan. When he had first learned of Mo Wen's identity, he had felt the same way.
It could be said that a person who was almost impossible to appear had actually appeared. After hundreds of years, if the successor of Ming Cult wanted to appear, he would have appeared a long time ago.
These forces, which were inextricably linked to the Ming Cult in the past, had always thought that the Ming Cult's legacy had long been broken, and that the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which was famous in the world in the past, had already disappeared.
"Little bastard, you actually dared to hide such an important matter from me. Why didn't I slap you to death?"
Gao Hanshan was furious. He grabbed Jun Wulei's body and slammed him down. With a plop, Jun Wulei's entire body was like a meteorite, crashing directly into the sea of lava below.
"This little bastard is really asking for a beating. Even I want to give him a good beating." One of the other three old men rubbed his palms together as he looked at the sea of lava below and said ruthlessly.
"This kid needs to be trained. When we get back to the Gao family, I'll definitely train him well," another white-robed elder said.
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However, the next moment, the gazes of the four old men suddenly turned to look at Mo Wen. Their actions were surprisingly synchronized.
"What do you want?"
Mo Wen swallowed his saliva. There was something wrong with their gazes. He did not know what these old men's attitude would be.
"You have cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill?" Jun Wulei's second grandfather asked as he stared at Mo Wen.
"Yes." Mo Wen nodded. Now that things had come to this, there was no need to hide it anymore.
"Show me what the Nine Yang Divine Skill looks like," another old man said impatiently.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was known as the number one divine skill of the Ming Cult in the past. Its status was even higher than that of the Nine Yin Divine Skill. Also, many of the Ming Cult's martial arts teachings were closely related to the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Mo Wen silently extended a hand. The next moment, starting from his outstretched palm, spots of golden light shone. His entire palm turned gold, as though it was made of pure gold.
Starting from his palm, it extended all the way until it covered his entire body. Even his eyes and eyebrows had turned pure gold.
Mo Wen stood there like a Golden Body Luohan. His body shone with golden light. A wave of heat emanated from his body, actually suppressing the heat of the sea of lava.
"The Indestructible Body of Vajrapani. As expected, it is the legendary Nine Yang Divine Skill."
Gao Hanshan's eyes shone brightly as he stared at Mo Wen. Even though he was a martial arts grandmaster, his breathing quickened. Such emotional changes were rare for strong practitioners like martial arts grandmasters.
"Lad, you have actually cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill. How did you obtain it?"
"Quick, show me the Nine Yang Divine Skill. The Nine Yang Divine Skill was known as the number one inner strength mental cultivation method in the past. It was famous in the Inner and Outer worlds."
The two old men from the Gao Clan could not wait to surround Mo Wen, one on the left and one on the right.
"I obtained the Ming Cult's heritage by chance. As for the Nine Yang Divine Skill, forgive me for not being able to give it to you. Only the Ming Cult Leader can cultivate this technique."
Mo Wen took a small step back, putting some distance between himself and the two old men. His expression was very calm.
"You obtained the Ming Cult's heritage by chance? Do you know the name of the last Ming Cult Leader? "Gao Hanshan asked.
"Chang Qingfeng," Mo Wen said plainly.
"Did he leave any last wishes?"
"He only had one. He wanted to rebuild the Ming Cult and continue the Ming Cult's heritage." Mo Wen smiled. Originally, he had thought that this last wish would not be difficult. Now, it seemed that it was really difficult.
Upon hearing this, Gao Hanshan nodded and said, "Do you think you can do it?"
"I don't know whether I can do it or not, but I will work hard for it," Mo Wen said plainly. As long as he had the ability, he would not forget what Chang Qingfeng had asked of him.
"If I say that this last wish is very dangerous and may cost you your life, what will you do?" Gao Hanshan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I will not do things that I cannot do now. I will do it in the future when I have the ability. As for the price, I have no intention of going back on my word since I have already promised it, "Mo Wen said plainly.
"What if you never have the ability?" A glint of light flashed in Gao Hanshan's eyes.
"I have the ability, no matter who stands in my way." Faced with Gao Hanshan's continuous questioning, Mo Wen remained calm throughout. Perhaps to others, this was an almost impossible task, but Mo Wen never thought so.
"You have a bit of spirit and determination. However, I want to see what kind of ability you have."
Gao Hanshan laughed coldly. He flipped his palm and a terrifying aura burst forth from his body. The aura swept past, causing the two elders of the Gao Clan who were standing beside Mo Wen to take a step back involuntarily, avoiding the aura.
However, Mo Wen did not retreat. He continued to stand there, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked calm and relaxed.
His soul power was not lower than that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. In fact, it was even slightly higher.
The aura of a Martial Arts Grandmaster might be able to exert some physical pressure on him, but the pressure on the mental level was almost non-existent.
With the strength of his physical body and his temperament, it was impossible for him to be scared off by the pressure of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
"You are a bit arrogant. If you do not retreat, it only means that you are ambitious. However, it does not mean that you have the ability."
Gao Hanshan slowly extended a hand. With a slap, a terrifying gust of wind blew past. A huge palm suddenly gathered around Mo Wen's body. The palm was formed by the formless gust of wind, but it could be clearly seen.
In terms of cultivation, Gao Hanshan was even more terrifying than Bu Xingyi. Mo Wen had never seen a Martial Arts Grandmaster with such cultivation. The pressure he exerted was obvious.
However, Mo Wen had never been afraid of pressure. He had experienced life and death a few times. He could face any situation calmly, even when he encountered Bu Xingyi, who wanted to kill him.
The power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster's palm was naturally shocking. However, it was not enough to threaten Mo Wen.
Mo Wen did not even use a spiritual weapon. His silhouette flickered and he took a step forward. A beam of golden light rose from his body. The already shining golden Indestructible Body of Vajrapani became even brighter.
Rumble!
A thunderous roar suddenly sounded from Mo Wen's body. The sound of thunder traveled far and wide. It could be heard even ten miles away.
A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from Mo Wen's body. A crazy power was used from his body, like a violent thunderbolt.
He struck out with his palm. It was exactly the same as Gao Hanshan's. The power of Mo Wen's palm was like a mountain pressing down on him.
Gao Hanshan's Gust Qi palm was actually not weak. When faced with Mo Wen's palm, it immediately dissipated.
"Such a powerful attack."
A few of the Gao Clan elders standing at the side looked at Mo Wen in shock. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that the power of Mo Wen's palm was actually not much weaker than theirs. It had already reached the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm.
For them, such an attack was naturally nothing. However, Mo Wen was just a youth. His cultivation seemed to be only at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir Realm. At most, he was slightly stronger than the average intermediate stage Golden Elixir Realm. He was definitely not as strong as the later stage Golden Elixir Realm. How could he possibly unleash such shocking power?
"Such a powerful martial arts teaching. Interesting. Is this also passed down by the Ming Clan?"
Gao Hanshan was also somewhat shocked. He had never seen any martial arts teaching that could increase an ancient martial art practitioner's attack to such an extent. Most likely, even Absolute Rank martial arts teaching could not do it.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Mo Wen's attack just now had been enhanced by some kind of martial arts teaching. Although the power of the palm had almost depleted a quarter of the youth's inner Qi, a martial arts teaching that could surpass a few ranks was too terrifying.
"Grandfather, don't hurt Mo Wen!"
Jun Wulei had just emerged from the sea of lava when he saw the scene of his grandfather attacking Mo Wen. He was so scared that his face turned pale. If the Gao Clan attacked Mo Wen, how could he explain it to Gong Biluo? Even he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"This is none of your business."
The poor Jun Wulei had just emerged from the sea of lava when Gao Hanshan slapped him back. He once again fell into the sea of lava and disappeared. (To be continued.)
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