Transcending the Nine Heavens

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT: I’m Not the Only One Who’s Been Fooled

Gu Duxing stopped his hand, “What are you doing?”

“All these improvements, did he teach you? The modifications to your movement techniques, was that also his doing?” Ji Mo asked, exasperated.

“Of course!” Gu Duxing replied proudly.

“I’m in!” Ji Mo took a deep breath, “Damn it, it’s just to take revenge on you for that sword strike! I’m in! What’s a few years as a subordinate, right?”

A hint of satisfaction appeared in Gu Duxing's eyes.

“What’s the name of this organization? It must be quite sizable, right?” Ji Mo plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes shining with excitement. “What’s the boss's name? Which esteemed senior from the Upper Three Heavens?”

Now that Ji Mo had decided to join, his interest in the organization grew.

In Ji Mo's mind, someone who could elevate Gu Duxing so rapidly and provide specialized modifications must be an extraordinary figure. Moreover, they had to be invincible!

An organization created by such a person would surely be grand and powerful; individuals with similar cultivation levels in the Middle Three Heavens had basically all established their own sects and had no time to start a new organization. Therefore, it had to be a senior from the Upper Three Heavens wanting to have some fun...

Ji Mo was very curious.

“The organization is called ‘Heavenly Weapon Pavilion’; we have a lot of divine weapons there! Each one can cut through gold and jade, and my Black Dragon can’t even compare to those weapons! Those weapons are straight-up legendary!” Gu Duxing said coolly.

“Ah? Really? So that means... I have the chance to obtain a legendary divine weapon?” Ji Mo's eyes lit up with anticipation. He imagined himself wielding an invincible weapon, sweeping through the world and commanding respect in the martial arts world, with everyone around him looking at him with envy... especially those guys from the Middle Three Heavens who were originally on the same level as him.

Thinking this way, Ji Mo was almost overwhelmed with excitement...

“Indeed, you do have a chance!” Gu Duxing pondered for a moment, then said, “But with your lazy character, your rogue temper, and your tendency to sit when you could stand, or lie down when you could sit, I’d say the chances are slim.”

“How am I like that?” Ji Mo retorted indignantly, “I’m always serious!”

Gu Duxing rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Brother Gu, now that we’re in the same boat, why are you keeping secrets from me?” Ji Mo said, putting on a flattering smile, “Just tell me, who is the boss? Is he an imperial-level expert? A lord-level?”

With each question Ji Mo asked, Gu Duxing shook his head.

“What the hell! Is he a saint-level?” Ji Mo's voice trembled, his eyes glinting like a wolf's. He was so excited that his hands and feet were trembling.

He knew Gu Duxing’s character; aside from the Gu Family, there was no hope of anyone else being able to sway him! Maybe an imperial-level... there was still a tiny bit of hope, but anything below that, like sovereign or king level, wasn’t even worth mentioning.

Now it turned out that he was neither imperial nor lord-level. Could it really be saint-level? Mom, I must have hit the jackpot this time... Being fortunate enough to work under a saint-level expert and learn martial arts...

Ji Mo was almost fainting with happiness.

“Not saint-level either!” Gu Duxing said succinctly.

“Grandpa Gu, please just tell me,” Ji Mo stood up and diligently began to massage Gu Duxing’s shoulders, smiling ingratiatingly, “Brother Gu... come on...” His voice was so sweet that Gu Duxing couldn’t help but shiver.

“Get lost! Don’t disgust me!” Gu Duxing fumed, then enjoyed twisting his neck. “Over there, move a bit to the right, use some strength... down a bit... up a bit... to the left…”

Finally, after enjoying a top-notch massage, Ji Mo gasped and asked, “Boss... can you tell me now?”