Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 16: A Heart of Ice and a Bone of Jade, To Be Your Masked Man!
It is important to understand that being able to withstand attacks and break through limits during fierce battles is equivalent to increasing one’s life force! This is not something an average person can achieve. The ability of Ji Mo and Rocky Luo to do this will play a crucial role in their future conquests!
In the early morning, as everyone continued their journey, Chu Yang suddenly noticed that among the sixteen members in their team, apart from Mo Qingwu, everyone else was carrying something on their backs.
Gu Duxing and the others were carrying Star Iron, while all the members of the Gu Family were surprisingly shouldering a large piece of Great Qing Stone!
Just imagine, ten elderly men, including a few middle-aged men in their forties, all carrying mountains of heavy stones…
This discovery made Chu Yang chuckle!
On this day, before noon, several of the thrones could no longer bear it. With aching backs and cramping legs, they had no choice but to put down the large stones, finally realizing: the path of a genius’s breakthrough is not so easy to walk…
“It’s not that you can’t do it, but rather that you’ve already passed that age,” Chu Yang said while having lunch. “Most of you have already surpassed the time for martial sect and martial sovereign training of your bones and organs! Therefore, you can’t keep up. As for those few; they have been tempered since their martial sect days; during martial sect training, the pressure was so intense, and during the martial sovereign phase, the tempering of organs also came with immense pressure!”
Chu Yang continued blandly, “Although we are all at King Level now, the foundation we built during the martial sect and martial sovereign stages is dozens of times stronger than yours! So, that’s why what we can do, you cannot.”
The several thrones looked lost.
After lunch, Mo Qingwu mysteriously pulled Chu Yang aside. “Brother Chu Yang, I discovered a secret about you!”
“A secret?” Chu Yang scratched his head, quite surprised. “What secret?”
“Hmph, there’s hair on your clothes! Long hair!” Mo Qingwu pouted, rolling her eyes at Chu Yang. “Look, it’s this.”
She took out a piece of fabric with a strand of long hair floating gently, as if it were a thread of affection, entwined yet helpless.
“Long hair…” Chu Yang took it with a dazed mind, his fingers gently brushing against the long hair. The silky strands curled in his palm, seeming to hold the heart and emotion of a woman…
Suddenly, a graceful figure appeared vividly in his mind, standing alone, with flowing hair, a stunning face, and a sorrowful gaze, along with stubborn yet proud lips…
A black robe draped over this delicate body; when she turned around, her face was already adorned with a fierce mask, but her infinitely affectionate eyes were gazing at him: “From now on… I am Chu King of Hell…”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you arrange this long ago?…”
These two questions resonated in Chu Yang’s heart, making him feel a pang of pain.
A heart full of a woman’s infatuation, devoted to himself, yet transformed into flowing water, never to return… That enchanting and beautiful woman was truly a pitiful soul…
Chu Yang sighed softly, no wonder after returning from Great Zhao, he found that Wu Qianqian’s hair seemed shorter and sparser; he just hadn’t asked back then…
It turned out that this woman had poured all her deep feelings into that long hair, transforming it into the black robe she wore!
Thinking of the several black robes he had in his nine calamity space, each painstakingly crafted… How much effort must Wu Qianqian have invested? Surely, each time she finished sewing a black robe, the pain in her heart must have shattered once again, right?
Chu Yang sighed forlornly.
Mo Qingwu watched him with rolling eyes and softly said, “Brother Chu Yang, I’m going over there to find Lonely Brother to play…” She discreetly stepped aside, seemingly light-hearted…