Chapter 95: Your Turn to Restrain Me part 1
“Uncle Mo, your injuries… I told you not to save those bastards from Qiu Ming Mountain! There isn’t a single good person in that entire sect! They abuse spirit beasts and drive them to oppress other sectsâour Xiao Ye Sect is the perfect example.”
“I saw that Fire Kirin; it was bleeding from its head and mouth. That was definitely the work of those Qiu Ming Mountain animals. Why are you interfering when itâs just trying to get revenge for itself?” Xiao Yu muttered incessantly as she helped Mo Yang tend to his wounds.
“There are good people,” Mo Yang replied softly.
Xiao Yu didn’t quite hear him. “What?”
A distant memory surfaced in Mo Yangâs mind. “When I was traveling in the past, a cultivator from Qiu Ming Mountain helped me.”
“…Then you could have just helped that one cultivator.”
Mo Yang shook his head. “There were two passing rogue cultivators in the woods behind me, and many chore disciples in the outermost medicinal fields of Qiu Ming Mountain. Most of them are innocent.”
Xiao Yu fell silent for a moment. “But I think that Kirin is innocent too. Uncle Mo, many people in Qiu Ming Mountain deserve to die. The Kirin was only avenging itself. You could have just driven it away; why did you have to risk your life to send it back into the hands of Qiu Ming Mountain?”
“Or is it that you also believe that as long as itâs anĺŚç¸, it deserves to die?”
The young girl kept her head lowered as she asked this. From Mo Yang’s height, he couldn’t see her face, nor could he see her eyes peering through the gaps in her hair, observing his expression.
Mo Yang sighed. “ĺŚç¸ can harm people. The nature of that Kirin is unclear, and in its extreme rage, its killing intent was laid bare. If I had let it go easily, it would have inevitably harmed the innocent.”
“But who knows of your kindness?” Xiao Yu stomped her foot in frustration, pointing at his arm. “Look at your injuries! Youâve been hurt this badly, yet has anyone come over to offer a single word of thanks?”
“I do not need anyone to thank me,” Mo Yang said steadily. “To act on behalf of Heaven and uphold justiceâthat is my pursuit.”
A nameless fire flared up in Xiao Yu’s heart. “You really are…”
“Fine, Mr. Do-Gooder. Where are we going next? Back to your sect?”
“Xiao Yu, stay with the Guanzhu for a while. If you can join Qingdi Guan, that would be for the best. With the Guanzhu’s protection, no one in the Immortal Realm will be able to touch you,” Mo Yang said suddenly.
“Youâre leaving?”
“Iâm going to find that Kirin and get the truth. If it has never harmed anyone, I will rescue it myself and beg for its forgiveness.”
Xiao Yu recounted the conversation to Yun Wuxiang. “Thatâs what Uncle Mo said. He left right after he finished speaking.”
The Tower Spirit marveled, “What a true gentleman of integrity. Just who exactly is his original self?”
Yun Wuxiang asked, “Who do you think he resembles?”
The Tower Spirit shook its head, looking utterly perplexed. “None of the Nine Sovereigns had particularly good tempers, and even the one with the best personality didn’t pursue this kind of idealism.”
The gap was so large that a corresponding person couldn’t be found. A reincarnation was, after all, a reincarnation. This was why Jiangzi Daozun had left word that there was no need to hold back against reincarnations who had not yet recovered their memories.
To her, until they remembered, they weren’t the people she knew.
“Guanzhu, can you help Uncle Mo?” Xiao Yu asked anxiously.
Yun Wuxiang kept his head down, continuing to carve the array disk in his hand. “I cannot. He is not a disciple of my sect.”
Xiao Yu raised her hand. “He will be soon, I promise!”
Yun Wuxiang spared her a glance. “Hmm? You promise?”
The girl appeared far more shrewd than Mo Yang. “I know of Ziyun Sect. They don’t have any cultivators two major realms higher than Uncle Mo. If they truly cared for him, they would let him join the Guanzhuâs sect. If they refuse to let him go, then they are selfish and not worth his loyalty. One way or another, I will make him leave that sect.”
“Then come find me once you have succeeded,” Yun Wuxiang replied.
“Guanzhu, the prerequisite for success is that Uncle Mo stays alive!” Xiao Yu scrambled to find reasons to persuade him, racking her brains to ensure Mo Yang’s survival.
“That is his own choice. My sect does not lack a single person.”
“If Uncle Mo dies, Uncle Jin Hongqi will surely develop a mental block toward you. That wouldn’t be good for the sect’s unity.”
“If you die as well, he will never know.”
After those words, the room fell into a dead silence. Only the sound of panicked, retreating footsteps could be heard.
The Tower Spirit sat on the tip of the tower, swinging its legs. “You scared her away.”
“Heâs still a reincarnated Daozun, even if we don’t know which one. You aren’t really going to leave him to his fate, are you?”
Yun Wuxiang carved another seal onto the array disk, replying with split attention, “Song Yilou went to find the Kirin.”
The Tower Spirit was shocked. “You actually dared to place your hopes on Song Yilou? The Shuji lineage never does things by the book. Anything assigned to them is bound to create extra chaos.”
“Isn’t that perfect?” Yun Wuxiang inscribed the final stroke of the array pattern. A bright spiritual light flared up, only to vanish entirely a breath later.
“As long as Mo Yang isn’t an absolute idiot and doesn’t try to kill Song Yilou, his Heaven Immortal cultivation should be enough to protect himself amidst the chaos.”
The Tower Spirit recognized the disk in his hand at a glance. “Is that a Minor Hidden Heaven Array?”
A Yintian Array could seal off the celestial phenomena of a certain area. A Minor Yintian Array had the same effect but lacked longevity; the former was permanent, while the latter was a one-time array that would be destroyed after use.
Yun Wuxiang activated a talisman and arrived at a deserted valley. He tossed down the array disk, and an invisible field enveloped the surrounding space. “Let them make their noise. Iâm going to cross my tribulation first.”
Mo Yang was a Heaven Immortal, and the Kirin possessed an extraordinary bloodline with a physique surpassing a Heaven Immortal. Even Song Yilou showed signs of an imminent breakthrough after consuming “supplements” from who-knows-where.
Setting up the Yintian Array, the Sect-Protecting Grand Array, and various talismansâall of it required an enormous amount of spiritual power.
The cultivation of an Earth Immortal was no longer sufficient.
Therefore, it was time for a tribulation.
Clouds gathered and shadows fell as the tribulation clouds blanketed the sky overhead. Talismans floated around him while baleful aura condensed into a sword, pointing straight toward the firmament. His long robes whipped in the gale, and lightning reflected in his pupils.
BOOM!
“Are you insane?! Crossing your tribulation here! There are people everywhere down there!” Mo Yang shouted as he ran, sweeping up slow-moving cultivators into his Xiu Zhong Qiankun along the way.
The Fire Kirin didn’t care about revenge anymore. It galloped with all four legs, every fiber of its being straining with the desperate urge to survive.
During a tribulation, the power of the lightning increases for every extra person within its range. This was common knowledge.
Running into a crowd to cross a tribulation was something only someone harboring a lethal grudge and a desire for mutual destruction would doâsomeone with absolutely no ties left to this world.
The architect of this chaos sat on a half-collapsed roof, laughing as he watched the crowd flee in pathetic disarray, humming a nameless tune.
“It’s going to thunder soon.”
The thunderclouds continued to expand, covering the entire territory of Qiu Ming Mountain in moments.
The group of cultivators looked up at the clouds in near-despair. In the darkened world, only the flashes of lightning remained, the terrifying heavenly majesty speaking of the vast distance between man and the Heavenly Dao.
Even a sliver of power leaking from the unformed lightning strikes was enough to leave them dazed.
Could anyone survive if that bolt fell? No matter who asked the question in their heart, the answer was always “no.”
“Madman! Even a Xianjun couldn’t withstand this tribulation! Stop running! Go kill him! If the one crossing the tribulation dies, the lightning won’t fall!”
Mo Yang had reached the edge of the tribulation range. Hearing this, he looked back to see the many elders of Qiu Ming Mountain unleashing lethal moves toward Song Yilou.
“Wait! You can’t kill him!”
In a life-or-death moment, no one would hold back. Mo Yang’s shouts were drowned out by the roar of various techniques.
In the next instant, the clouds and lightning stopped spreading and slowly began to recede.
Laughter and curses from the survivors echoed one after another.
Only Mo Yangâs expression remained grim. A guest elder from Qiu Ming Mountain approached him. “Mo Yang, why do you look so terrible? You shouted for us not to strike just now. Does that brat have a powerful backer?”
“I’m not sure if the other party will vent his anger on us,” Mo Yang replied. By now, he had a rough understanding of Yun Wuxiang’s true temperament.
Although Song Yilou crossing his tribulation in such a place was his own death wish, still…
“That person is extremely protective of his own.”
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