CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 306: MOUNT SUMERU CONTAINS A MUSTARD SEED

Endure for a moment, and the more you think, the angrier you get; step back, and the more you think, the more you lose.

This was exactly Baiyu’s current mindset.

Here he was, peacefully enjoying the scenery and taking a walk, when suddenly someone appeared and shot an arrow right into his chest. Who could endure that?

A paper talisman isn’t cheap.

At this moment, looking at the long knife piercing through his chest, Mo Yue’s lips moved, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound for a long time.

From the shape of his lips, it was faintly visible that it should have been the three words "Gan Lin Niang."

After all, this was one of the most widely spread greetings online, understood by people in most countries.

Very quickly.

Mo Yue widened his eyes, completely lost his breath, and died with his eyes open.

Baiyu wasn’t idle either.

He easily took out two of the four werewolves, and if the remaining two didn’t come to the rescue, they would definitely change their strategy and act together.

At that time.

The remaining two werewolves could freely use the power of game rules to slay the good guys.

Unless you are strong enough to resist the castle’s owner.

Otherwise, a single confrontation would mean instant death. Who could endure that?

It’s none of Baiyu’s business if others want to die.

But Baiyu himself is no reckless fool.

...

On the other side

Red Flame Alliance, Great Yan City.

As a well-known noble family in Great Yan City, the Mo Family’s residence was grand and majestic, full of winding paths and lavish architecture.

At this moment.

On the iconic building of the Mo Family, the Exquisite Celestial Heart Pavilion, a shout rang out.

"The young master is out!!"

As soon as this shout ended, a figure rushed out from the depths of the Mo Family and headed straight for the Celestial Heart Pavilion.

This was Mo Wansheng, the patriarch of the Mo Family.

Already in his sixties, his complexion was ruddy, his hair jet-black, showing no traces of age.

As a powerful martial artist, he was in his prime.

But due to injuring his foundation while training martial arts in his early years, he lost the ability to have more children after having a son and a daughter.

At this moment.

He walked into the Celestial Heart Pavilion with a wide smile.

He originally expected to see his son returning triumphantly, but upon entering, he discovered cracks all over the room’s walls and floor.

The Celestial Heart Bead used for entering the Spirit Realm’s tides also had cracks and lost its usual luster.

His youngest son.

Now lay on the floor, covered in blood, with a terrifying large hole in his chest, a mass of wriggling flesh filling in for his heart, keeping him barely alive.

"What happened? You are already invincible among Tier Eight Martial Artists, and with the Divine Eagle Bow I gave you, how could you be injured like this?"

Mo Wansheng quickly stepped forward, feeding a medicinal pill into his son’s mouth.

After taking the pill.

Mo Yue’s complexion slightly improved, and he mumbled absentmindedly, "Father, you don’t know, this time in the Spirit Realm’s tide, a monster appeared. And, don’t say I’m invincible anymore!"

Mo Wansheng frowned.

The Silent Castle had been confirmed as not being too dangerous a place in the Spirit Realm’s tide. Though the castle’s owner was mysterious and powerful, there was no malice toward outsiders.

Being injured like this.

Could only be the work of the other outsiders who entered the castle together.

Thinking of this, he understood why his son felt so defeated. Being defeated by someone of the same level would obviously hurt his spirit.

However.

Failure isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

This son, having been smooth-sailing under the aura of the Mo Family since childhood, might actually advance further through appropriate failures, exploring his True Martial Intent, entering the domain of a Tier Seven Martial Artist.

It’s just a pity.

It was a waste of a safe opportunity to enter the Spirit Realm’s tide, and the Celestial Heart Bead shattered, which had been a treasure left from the era of Ancient Martial Artists.

To safely enter the Spirit Realm’s tide, it relies on such a bead.

Even the Mo Family only had a few of these beads.

But the cost of preserving life after a failure in the Spirit Realm’s tide must be borne.

"Father, that person sounded like they came from the East Prosperity Imperial. I want to find him." Mo Yue said suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Hmm?"

Mo Wange frowned.

The East Prosperity Imperial wasn’t weak. Not to mention anything else, just the legendary ships were enough to deter many nations.

On the surface, East Prosperity had fifty legendary ships.

Though this number was officially stated, at least half of them were still in service.

And excluding those being serviced or maintained.

Plus a batch exploring in the Spirit Realm that wouldn’t return for years.

East Prosperity Imperial should maintain about ten legendary ships with combat capabilities at any time, and those capable of entering the Spirit Realm’s tide definitely weren’t ordinary martial artists without any backing. There might be forces behind them with legendary ships.

Battling among peers, the other side might not use legendary ships.

But.

If they bully you with power...

Son.

It’s not that your father doesn’t want to help you take revenge, but if they come over with a fleet, who can withstand that?

And if you go to the East Prosperity Imperial, it wouldn’t be home territory for you.

The chance of getting killed over there is too high.

"Don’t worry, father, I’m not looking for trouble. I’m already pleased just to escape with my life. I just want to meet this person; he’s quite interesting."

Mo Yue naturally guessed his father’s thoughts and immediately explained.

Hearing this, Mo Wange finally breathed a sigh of relief and pondered, "Over in the East Prosperity Imperial, we indeed have connections. I’ll have someone check for you then. There aren’t many who fit those two criteria of entering the Spirit Realm’s tide and being the same age as you."

"That’s good. I’ll go heal now."

The wriggling flesh in Mo Yue’s chest gradually healed. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he walked out of the Celestial Heart Pavilion.

"Sigh."

Watching his son’s back, Mo Wange sighed, muttering to himself, "It’s not that your dad is a coward. After so many years in the martial world, I’ve gained far more experience than you.

Endure a moment and the wind and waves are calmed; step back and the sea is wide open.

The fighting and killing in the Spirit Realm’s tide are inherently without any reason."

The Mo Family’s ability to last so long in Great Yan City was due to its unique way of handling affairs.

The operating ways summarized by generations of Mo Family ancestors had repeatedly saved the family from crises.

"But checking is good. There have been more and more oddities over the years."

Mo Wange shook his head, looking at the cluttered Celestial Heart Pavilion, and walked out with a vexed expression.

...

"This guy’s lying skills are really lacking; the key was obviously on him."

Baiyu fished out a jade green key from beneath Mo Yue’s corpse.

Combining earlier.

The key obtained from the study was black, and the one from the water prison was white.

Baiyu now had three keys in hand.

And as for the diamond crystals, he had two, and it seemed Mo Yue was aware of the little girl’s phantom’s peculiarity, and didn’t touch them.

"This bow..."

Baiyu thought for a moment.

In the hall, no one was carrying a bow and arrow.

The other party must have had a storage tool!

Baiyu had once heard Erza say, such a thing as a storage ring really existed, and one of her nemeses had one.

Could it be?

This rich dog also had one?

Baiyu searched the body again, and sure enough, on the corpse’s wrist, found an ancient-looking bracelet.

On it was inscribed with a phrase in Mystical Script, which Baiyu was very familiar with.

"Within the mustard seed lies the universe."