Yuntian Sect.
Mo Ling returned to the stone palace where he lived, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.
The recovery of his Divine Soul allowed him to regain more than half of his confidence.
"Master, I still don't know your name?"
Mo Ling asked in a low voice as he placed the axe in front of him.
"My surname is Su, and my name is Mo!" Su Mo said.
Mo Ling nodded. He thought about it carefully, but he had never heard of this name before. At least, there was no such name in the Wu Clan.
"Master, why are you in this axe?" Mo Ling continued to ask.
"I have no choice but to stay here for the time being!" Su Mo did not elaborate.
"I understand!" Mo Ling nodded. He guessed that his master had his own difficulties.
Or perhaps he had fallen from grace.
However, he did not know what level his master was at. Was he more powerful than the Sect Leader of Yuntian Sect? Was he really a Dao Realm expert?
"Disciple, since you have become my disciple, you must broaden your horizons. Look further ahead. The small Yuntian Sect is just your starting point." Su Mo said in a low voice.
He had taken Mo Ling as his disciple because he wanted to work behind the scenes and because he was very talented.
According to his observation, Mo Ling was very talented. His Primordial Spirit was extraordinary and he had never seen it before. He also had a special Blood Force that he had never seen before.
In short, Mo Ling's talent was no less than Zi Xiao, Ba Shiyu, and Ji Hailan.
"Master … Master, what do you mean?" Mo Ling was shocked. He did not have any great ambitions.
His dream now was to regain his full strength. Next, he wanted to step into the Fate Realm and become an elder of Yuntian Sect like his father.
As for higher levels, he had never thought about it and did not dare to think about it.
This was because in Tianhun Source World, the Martial Tribe was suppressed by the hierarchy. It was difficult for them to step into the Dao Realm. It was as difficult as a mortal trying to ascend to heaven.
The Sect Leader of Yuntian Sect was a top talent of his generation. He had cultivated for many years and was only in the Great Completion of the Fate Realm.
Every once in a while, Yuntian Sect would have to offer resources and treasures to the Soul Tribe, as well as a portion of the Spiritual Soul power of the Fate Realm experts.
Not to mention stepping into the Dao Realm, it would already be pretty good if they could maintain their cultivation at the Creation Realm under such immense pressure.
"What I mean is that you have to overcome all obstacles and lead the Martial Clan to rise again." Su Mo lightly said.
He did not mention the Soul Race. Although this Mo Ling's temperament was not bad, there was no guarantee that he would not be loyal to the Soul Race.
"Ah!"
Mo Ling was shocked upon hearing this. Leading the Wu Clan to rise?
This goal was way too ambitious, wasn't it?
He had never had such a thought, nor did he dare to think about it.
"Mo Ling, the Martial Tribe is the lowest tribe in the Tianhun Source World. Not only are they oppressed and exploited by the Soul Tribe, but they are also oppressed and exploited by the other tribes. Don't you want to fight back?"
"I …!" Mo Ling was at a loss for words.
Resist?
He did not have such thoughts. In fact, most of the people from the Martial Tribe did not have such thoughts.
It was because the Soul Race had ruled Heavenly Soul Origin Realm for far too long. Their strict hierarchy was like an iron wall.
Resist?
Anyone who resisted would have been killed long ago.
A long, long time ago, they had killed batch after batch of people and constantly purged them.
In his heart, and even in the hearts of everyone in the Sky Cloud Sect, it had been deeply imprinted in their minds since they were born.
This imprint was that the Soul Race was the chosen tribe. They were the masters, the dominators, and the gods that they would always look up to.
They could not resist, disobey, or betray.
"Slavery. It seems that the slavery of the Martial Tribe has been deeply imprinted in your minds. Your kneecaps have long been broken!"
Seeing that Mo Ling was silent, Su Ling sighed softly.
It was not that he looked down on Mo Ling. It was normal. If a tribe was enslaved for a few years, they would definitely have the heart to resist.
However, if they were enslaved for thousands of years, or even millions of years, or even longer.
Then, the people of this tribe would be enslaved mentally.
The slavery would be deeply imprinted in their bones. It would be difficult for them to resist.
Generation after generation, they would be enslaved, and they would not dare to resist!
"Mas … Master, the Martial Tribe is too weak. There are still the Goblin Tribe, the Blood Tribe, the Demon Tribe, and the Thunder Tribe above us. We can't resist!" Mo Ling said with a trembling voice.
Not to mention resisting the Soul Tribe, even going against the Goblin Tribe, which was a level higher than them, was something that none of the Martial Tribe dared to imagine.
"Weak? Then you have to become stronger! "
Su Mo snorted coldly. His voice was like thunder exploding in Mo Ling's mind. He continued, "It seems that the first thing I need to teach you is not to increase your strength, but to reconnect your kneecaps so that you can stand up again and become a real man, a man of indomitable spirit."
Mo Ling shivered. Although he did not feel any of his master's aura, it was a kind of willpower, and a fear that went deep into his soul.
"Master, I … I will follow your instructions!" Mo Ling said with his head lowered.
"Alright!"
Su Mo was very satisfied. Although Mo Ling was servile and even a little cowardly, as long as he could change, as long as he had the determination, everything would not be a problem.
Suddenly, at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the hall.
"Senior Brother Mo Ling, may I know what it will take for you to accept my challenge?"
The deep voice was like a clap of thunder as it resounded outside the hall.
Hearing this, Mo Ling immediately frowned and his face was full of anger.
The person outside the hall was the second disciple of the Yuntian Sect, Yin Shuang. He had always wanted to replace his position as the First Disciple.
Therefore, he had always wanted to challenge him. If he defeated him, he could become the First Disciple in name and in reality.
The identity of the First Disciple in the Yuntian Sect had many benefits, such as a high status, access to more resources, and priority in various matters.
However, all this time, he had been procrastinating and did not accept the challenge. This was because he had not recovered his strength and was bound to lose.
"Senior Brother Mo Ling, you have been evading me time and time again. Don't you even have the courage to fight with me?"
The voice outside the hall sounded again with a mocking tone. "Has the great First Senior Brother become a good-for-nothing now? Since you are a good-for-nothing, then give up your position as the First Senior Brother. You are not worthy! "
Hearing the voice outside the hall, Mo Ling clenched his fists tightly and the green veins on his forehead bulged, showing his anger.
When Su Mo saw this, he sighed. Although Mo Ling's cultivation level was not bad, his temperament was too weak. He could not stand being provoked.
Indeed, a person who had not gone through many hardships would not have a strong will.
"Do you want to defeat him?"
Su Mo's voice sounded in Mo Ling's mind again.
"Yes! However … I have not recovered my strength and I am unable to use the power of the law! "Mo Ling said with a lonely face.
"I can help you recover now!" Su Mo said.
"Now … now?" Mo Ling's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened. What kind of expert is my master? Is he omnipotent?
"The power of the law is invisible. However, in actual fact, there is a Rule Crystal in everyone's Spiritual Soul. This Rule Crystal is also invisible and the martial artist cannot sense it. When the Taoist Heart breaks down, the Rule Crystal will disappear. However, it is not worth mentioning for me to condense the Rule Crystal again!" Su Mo said flatly.
"Master, please help me!" Mo Ling immediately said excitedly.
Initially, he had thought that no matter how powerful his master was, he would need many treasures to help him recover the power of the law and he would have to spend a lot of effort.
He did not expect that he would be able to recover it now. What kind of power is that?
"Are you comprehending the Thunder and Fire Rule Powers?" Su Mo asked. At the beginning, he had used the rule power of the Path Tree to look into part of Mo Ling's memory. As such, he had some understanding of Mo Ling's cultivation situation.
However, he had only looked into a small part of Mo Ling's memory. Since he had already taken Mo Ling as his disciple, he naturally could not look into it recklessly.
"Yes, Master!" Mo Ling nodded.
"Mm!"
Su Mo lightly acknowledged. His willpower flowed through Mo Ling's arm and directly rushed into Mo Ling's consciousness sea.
In an instant, Mo Ling's body shook violently and his eyes were as big as bronze bells.
That was because!
He had recovered!
In an instant, his power of the law had recovered. His Spiritual Soul could easily sense and manipulate the power of the law.
It was too fast!
Before he was ready, it had ended!
"This …!"
Mo Ling did not know what to say. There was only one thought in his mind. Master is so powerful! Master is so powerful!
As for how powerful he was, he had no idea at all.
"Alright, I have recovered!"
Su Mo's willpower withdrew from Mo Ling's consciousness sea and continued, "Go out and finish him off! This battle is the beginning of you getting rid of your servitude and truly standing up. Remember, you can die as my disciple, but you cannot kneel! "
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