Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 182: I Have My Own Path
This person's wisdom and understanding of martial arts are unparalleled in the world! This is a universally acknowledged fact among all who know!
Any trash cultivation technique, once it falls into his hands, can transform decay into the miraculous!
This person is surnamed Xiao, and his name is Xiao Fengyun. Even his name was chosen by himself, meaning 'laughing at the clouds.' In legend, his highest achievement is the ninth grade peak martial lord!
With a hand that dances in the sky, he lightly laughs at the clouds; mastering the world, with heaven and earth in his heart!
These sixteen characters were Xiao Fengyun's self-assessment at that time! In the eyes of this extraordinary person, worldly matters are but this; as long as one is attentive, everything is within grasp. Even the rise and fall of dynasties, the vicissitudes of life, can be controlled! One can also take charge!
The palm pattern within this piece of amethyst is Xiao Fengyun's unique mark. Only such a madman would use a palm to represent himself.
All matters in the world are within grasp!
This amethyst made Chu Yang think of the amethyst jade marrow on his chest. The inscriptions within his amethyst jade marrow are exactly the same as the patterns in this amethyst.
Meng Chaoran once said that to leave such inscriptions, even a martial emperor would find it difficult if his rank was low.
"The ruins appeared only after the mountains collapsed; countless people have searched for it but found nothing." Mo Tianji said, "When I saw this amethyst, I knew I was drawn in."
Chu Yang finally understood.
Seeing such an object would attract anyone, even himself!
This is an enormous temptation for a martial artist!
"The next day, I left a hundred taels of gold with the hunter and took away this amethyst. Then I went into Floating Cloud Mountain." Mo Tianji said.
One hundred taels of gold... what a bargain. The value of just this amethyst far exceeds one hundred taels of gold, let alone the earth-shattering secret within.
"One hundred taels of gold is truly too much. I intended to leave him only one hundred taels of silver." Mo Tianji said lightly, "For a poor hunter like him, even ten taels of gold would be enough to cause his death. But if I took it without notifying him, my heart would never be at ease, so I left it."
Chu Yang smiled bitterly.
Mo Tianji has this ability; he can always read your hidden worries without you even realizing it, and then explain them to you before you have a chance to ask.
Talking to him is sometimes like listening to him talk to himself. As long as he doesn't want you to interrupt, you won't have a chance to speak.
"The next day, I brought Old Fang, Mo Chengyu, and my little sister to the ruins; the ruins were beneath a cliff, several hundred zhang deep. It was almost vertical, and fearing my little sister might get hurt, I thought that under such a cliff, who knows what strange and dangerous creatures lurk? I was truly uneasy, so I let Mo Chengyu and my little sister wait above..."
Mo Tianji smiled bitterly.
Chu Yang pondered, if it were him and he saw such a treacherous terrain, with his little sister only eight or nine years old, he wouldn't risk taking her on such an adventure...
"When we got down, we found it was a lake of flammable oil. We searched several places and found nothing, and at that moment, I heard someone laughing from across the cliff: 'Second Young Master Mo, how did you come to such a desolate place? This is a great surprise for us Dark Demons.' Then suddenly a great fire ignited..."
"Where the flammable oil was several dozen zhang thick suddenly caught fire... Brother Chu, you can imagine how embarrassed I was at that moment." Mo Tianji laughed bitterly, "The entire cliff was ablaze. Flames soared to a hundred zhang!"
"Though I was anxious, knowing my little sister was above and had likely been ambushed, I was utterly helpless." Mo Tianji took a deep breath, "I used my amethyst jade flute to forcibly carve a passage through the cliff, alternating efforts with Old Fang, but I only managed to carve about a dozen zhang before I ran out of strength. A dozen zhang... with such large flames, even the cliff face was scorched red. What good is a dozen zhang?"