Mo Wen's eyes were filled with curiosity. Who had set up a psychedelic stratagem on the mountain? Moreover, it was in the territory of the Five Tigers Sect. Could it be that it was done by members of the Five Tigers Sect?
"We'll know once we go in and take a look."
Out of curiosity, Mo Wen had the intention of breaking through the psychedelic stratagem and walking into the concealed area to take a look. A person who could set up a psychedelic stratagem was not a simple person. Could it be that there was such a person in the Five Tigers Sect?
After inheriting Ji Wuya's inheritance, it was a piece of cake for him to set up a basic Psychedelic Array.
In less than fifteen minutes, Mo Wen had successfully passed through the psychedelic stratagem. The clouds parted to reveal the moon. The surrounding forest instantly disappeared, and a small col appeared in front of him.
As soon as he appeared in the col, a warm breeze blew against his face, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, making him feel relaxed and happy.
"It's like spring all year round, a good place."
A glint of admiration flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. He saw that hundreds of flowers were blooming in the col. The fragrance of the flowers competed with each other. It was a strong feeling of spring. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with flowers, and the sea of flowers was connected to each other. Bees were flying happily in the sea of flowers.
It was currently winter, and the wind outside was piercingly cold. Frost covered the ground, and it was an extreme contrast to this place.
In the middle of the sea of flowers, there was a small wooden hut. The wooden hut was located on a huge ancient cypress tree. It was quite exquisite.
"Who lives here?"
Mo Wen was a little curious. This place was obviously suitable for living in seclusion. Could it be that he had barged into the abode of an otherworldly expert?
The wooden house was still in the distance, but it was on top of a tree, so Mo Wen could see it from afar. It was still some distance away.
He walked towards the wooden hut and passed through the sea of flowers. It took him more than ten minutes to reach the bottom of the ancient cypress tree. A white-haired old man was lying on a recliner under the ancient cypress tree. He held a palm-leaf fan in his hand, and from time to time, he would fan it to chase away the insects and flies around him.
"Old man, are you the owner of this place? Please don't blame me for barging in unintentionally, "Mo Wen said politely as he stepped forward to greet them. It was somewhat rude of him to barge into someone else's place of seclusion.
The old man lying on the chair with his eyes closed seemed to be startled by the sudden voice. He jumped up from the chair and the palm-leaf fan in his hand fell to the ground.
"How did you get in?"
The white-haired old man widened his eyes and looked Mo Wen up and down. His eyes were filled with shock.
"I accidentally entered this place." Mo Wen was also stunned by the white-haired old man's reaction. When he walked over just now, he did not hide his aura. Moreover, there were soft footsteps, but this old man actually did not notice.
Logically speaking, the people who could live here should not be ordinary people. That psychedelic array was not something that just anyone could set up.
"Entered unintentionally? Little brother, you're quite lucky. You're the first person to stumble into this place of mine. "
The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen meaningfully. His eyes were filled with vigilance. Accidentally barged in? Only a ghost would believe his words.
Mo Wen also looked at the old man in surprise. No matter how he looked at him, he did not look like an otherworldly expert. Also, from his body, Mo Wen actually did not sense any aura of cultivation. His perception was so amazing that there were usually only two possibilities for such a situation to occur. One was that the old man's cultivation was too high, far beyond the range of his perception, so he could not see any clues. However, this kind of person's cultivation was at least above the Primordial Divinity realm.
The other possibility was that this old man was truly just an ordinary person without any cultivation.
Logically speaking, the appearance of the psychedelic array should belong to the former. Ordinary third realm Martial Arts Grandmasters would most likely not be able to set up psychedelic arrays if they did not have a deep understanding of stratagems. If the psychedelic array was personally set up by this old man, then Mo Wen would not be surprised at all to say that he was a Primordial Divinity realm immortal cultivator.
However, from the old man's expression, it seemed that he did not want to.
Mo Wen, who was puzzled, did not care about being polite. He released a deified soul and enveloped the old man within it, instantly probing his body.
If the old man was a Primordial Divinity realm immortal cultivator, he would certainly not let Mo Wen probe him. However, Mo Wen's deified soul scanned him once without any hindrance.
"So that's how it is."
After a moment, a look of understanding flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.
"Who exactly are you?"
The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen with a wary expression. Just now, he felt a hair-raising feeling envelop his entire body. Although he did not know the reason, he could guess that this youth had done something.
"I just accidentally barged into this place. I have no ill intentions towards you," Mo Wen said with a smile.
"Oh, for you to be able to barge into this place, you must not be an ordinary person. However, I have disappointed you. This is just a col with a comfortable climate. There is nothing special about it. I am also just an old man who is about to enter his coffin. There is nothing valuable for you to find, "the white-haired old man said plainly.
No matter what this youth's purpose in coming here was, there was nothing here that was worthy of his interest. Other than his old life, he had nothing else.
"I am not here to search for treasures. What is inside is not important. However, I have discovered some interesting things," Mo Wen said with a smile. He indeed had no purpose in barging into this place. He was just curious.
"Little brother, if there is anything here that catches your eye, feel free to take it. I am just an ordinary person with poor judgment. I cannot see what is worth your interest in here."
The white-haired old man waved his palm-leaf fan. He did not have anything valuable here, so he did not understand what Mo Wen was interested in.
"Elder, you must be joking. You are not an ordinary person. At least, you were once glorious." Mo Wen looked at the white-haired old man meaningfully.
"Who exactly are you?"
Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man's expression changed drastically. He stood up from his chair and stared intently at Mo Wen. Could it be that this person had come for him? Was he once his enemy? However, he had not left this valley for fifty years. At that time, this youth had most likely not even been born.
"If I said that I only appeared here because of fate, would you believe me?" Mo Wen asked.
"I wouldn't believe you. I have lived in seclusion in the mountains for fifty years. There are most likely not many people in this world who still remember me. I am very puzzled that a youth in his early twenties like you can recognize me. Could it be that someone instructed you to come here? Since they know my location, why did they not come personally?"
The white-haired old man did not believe that a person who did not know him could know his past.
"You worry too much. I don't know you, and I don't know who you are. I am only passing by to be able to come here."
Mo Wen shook his head and said plainly, "If I am your enemy, there is no need to hide it."
"Then how do you know …" the white-haired old man said doubtfully. Right now, he was just an ordinary old man. There was indeed no need to beat around the bush with him.
"I only know that you were once glorious and had the cultivation of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm. Later, you were seriously injured and poisoned. Someone took advantage of the situation and crippled your cultivation. Other than that, I don't know anything else."
Mo Wen indeed did not know much about this old man. He did not know who he was at all. He merely understood some things from the condition of the old man's body. He was the miracle physician who had inherited Ji Wuya's legacy. He also had a deified soul. Naturally, the old man's condition could not be hidden from him.
"Little brother, you are indeed not simple. Who exactly are you?"
The white-haired old man sighed softly. He somewhat believed Mo Wen's words. A person who could pass through the psychedelic stratagem and see the condition of his body at a glance. Who exactly was this person?
"Old man, don't be surprised. I am a doctor, so I can see things that others cannot," Mo Wen said with a smile.
"You know medicine?" A glint of light flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes.
"A little."
Mo Wen had always regarded himself as a miracle physician in the past. He believed that there were very few illnesses in the world that he could not cure. However, the more he came into contact with and the more he learned, the more he felt insignificant. He became more humble. Compared to a medical sage like Ji Wuya, he was just a drop of water in the vast ocean.
"Little brother, come, please sit. I have a top-notch honey flower tea here. It's a unique recipe. You definitely won't be able to drink it outside."
The white-haired old man immediately became attentive. He nimbly brought out a table and a chair from the wooden house and ran back and forth to make tea for Mo Wen. The old man had lived for many years and had long developed a pair of discerning eyes. Naturally, he did not think that Mo Wen only knew a little about medicine. Could an ordinary doctor break through his psychedelic stratagem and see the condition of his body at a glance? That was simply a fantasy story.
"Old man, your cultivation was crippled 50 years ago. If you had been treated then, it would not have been difficult for you to recover. However, now that 50 years have passed, your body's functions have deteriorated and your vitality has been depleted. What's done cannot be undone. I'm afraid it will not be easy for you to recover."
Mo Wen took a sip of the honey flower tea. As expected, it was fragrant and had a unique taste. In his heart, he had the desire to finish the tea in one gulp. The honey and flowers used to make the tea were probably not ordinary items.
He naturally knew the old man's intention for being so attentive all of a sudden. Hence, he went straight to the point.
For a person whose cultivation had been crippled for 50 years, his body's adaptability to Inner Qi was not as good as before. It would not be easy for him to recover his cultivation. Moreover, the old man's condition was not just a problem of his cultivation being crippled. There was also the hidden injuries in his body. Those hidden injuries had been hidden for decades. It was rather difficult to recover them.
"Recovering is not an easy task! Does that mean that there is still a possibility of recovery? "
A glint of excitement flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes. He acutely grasped the meaning in Mo Wen's words immediately. Fifty years ago, when his cultivation was crippled, he had traveled the world in search of doctors. The final result was the same. It was impossible for him to recover. Even the most famous miracle doctors and the most skilled medical sects all said the same thing.
Searching for doctors everywhere was to no avail. Coupled with the fact that he was being hunted by his enemies, he despaired and hid in the forest for 50 years.
However, in his heart, there was a sense of unwillingness, regret, and unfairness. Even after 50 years, it had not subsided. Even in his dreams, he wanted to recover his cultivation, clear his grievances, and kill his enemies. However, he painfully knew in his heart that it was impossible. (To be continued.)
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