Mahayana 120
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Chapter 120: Travelling with Mo Shuiyao
TL : Cnine
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Part 1
Walking through a forest where the ghosts were noticeably fewer, Lin Xiao asked, “Did fellow daoist Wu Chen ever mention this Wraithwood Village to you?”
“No. We split up the moment we stepped into this Wraithwood Village. How did you catch up so quickly?” Su Miaoqing asked in confusion.
Lin Xiao tossed a small stone tablet up and down in his hand. It was clearly the samsara stele marked Hellhound Ridge.
“The ones who broke through Golden Rooster Mountain earlier were the two of you, weren’t they? Your strength is truly terrifying. You practically slaughtered your way through the entire mountain. I really have to thank you for that. I barely had to make any effort to cross Golden Rooster Mountain myself,” he said with a smile.
Hearing this, Su Miaoqing was utterly perplexed. She never imagined that after all the hardship she and her companion endured to fight their way through Golden Rooster Mountain, they would end up paving the road for others. She let out a cold snort.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xiao Yifeng and his companion also burst out of the village swarming with fierce ghosts. After learning from Mo Shuiyao that Golden Rooster Mountain had completely collapsed, Xiao Yifeng was likewise filled with confusion.
“Once again, Yaoyao has received the grace of Fellow Daoist Wu Chen. I thank you from the bottom of my heart,” Mo Shuiyao said lightly, her smile bright, as though the confusion flickering across his face simply did not exist.
Xiao Yifeng rose into the sky without another word. A heartbeat later, she followed, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Fellow Daoist Wu Cchen, have you lost track of your little junior sister? The road must feel terribly lonely alone. Allow me to accompany you and bring a little colour to the journey.”
Her shy posture and suggestive tone were flawless, yet Xiao Yifeng felt only irritation. He knew this woman too well. It was all illusion.
“This is none of your concern. We part ways here,” he said coldly. The thought of travelling beside her made his temples ache. With her present, half his strength would be locked away.
“So cruel,” Mo Shuiyao sighed, her voice soft as mist. “Do you truly despise Yaoyao so? I cannot imagine what I have done to wound Fellow Daoist Wu Chen’s heart so deeply.” She refused to release him, her words trailing after him like silk threads.
Her exquisitely beautiful and bewitching face looked on the verge of tears, enough to stir pity in anyone who saw her.
“I am a disciple of the Heaven Inquiry Sect, while Fairy Mo belongs to the Tender Blossom Pavilion. Do I really need to say more?” Xiao Yifeng said, his tone upright and righteous.
“I had thought Fellow Daoist Wu Chen was a free-spirited man, unbound by convention. Who would have guessed you would be so constrained by sectarian distinctions? Now that we are both within the Samsara Immortal Palace, why should such things matter?” Mo Shuiyao said with a smile.
Xiao Yifeng knew she was clinging to him only because she had noticed his deep understanding of this immortal palace.
At present, he could neither defeat her nor outrun her. He truly had no way to deal with her.
“Isn’t it simply because fairy Mo has taken a fancy to my understanding of this immortal palace? If Fairy Mo insists on following me, I have no objections,” Xiao Yifeng said with a smile.
“And what does Fellow Daoist Wu Chen intend for YaoYao to do?” Mo Shuiyao asked coyly, her shy posture brimming with suggestive charm.
Xiao Yifeng’s gaze swept over her like fire, pausing deliberately at certain key points. His knowing smile made Mo Shuiyao scoff inwardly. Men were all the same.
“I see that fairy Mo has a rather sturdy build,” Xiao Yifeng said calmly. “Excellent material for a shield. Since you’re volunteering as my protector, I’ll accept gladly. If we encounter ghostly creatures later, I’ll leave them to you. I’m injured and need to recuperate.”
Mo Shuiyao nearly exploded. After all that suspense, this? Solid? Did her curves exist solely to soak up damage?
She fell into deep self-doubt. Did she truly have no allure to this man at all?
Forcing herself to calm down, she put on a strained smile and said, “In that case, I look forward to Fellow Daoist Wu Chen’s guidance.”
Xiao Yifeng smiled faintly and continued flying forward with her. With such a free enforcer at hand, why wouldn’t he make use of her?
Within this immortal palace, those at the mid–stage Golden Core realm were the strongest forces openly present. Only Mo Shuiyao, Liu Yue, and the Old Demon King had reached such a realm.
Xiao Yifeng immediately brought her along, flying straight towards the densely packed ghost villages, intending to force his way through the Wraithwood Village. Village after village would be attacked and uprooted along the way. He refused to believe the Wraithwood Village could remain unmoved.
Of course, he had explained things to Mo Shuiyao along the way. If she remained unaware of the situation, it would only lead to disagreement between them. Being abandoned in the middle of the Wraithwood Village was nothing short of disastrous.
Once Mo Shuiyao realised that only by smashing through a powerful ghost village could she break this looping ghost maze and claw out enough time to escape, refusal was no longer an option.
With Xiao Yifeng, a mid-stage Golden Core realm cultivator, swaggering beside her, they charged straight into every ghost village they met. Yet Xiao Yifeng played the perfect bystander, calmly watching as Mo Shuiyao wasbeing surrounded by Wraithwood. Only when danger came for him did he act, cleaving apart anything that dared approach.
Mo Shuiyao nearly ground her teeth to dust. This man truly saw her as nothing more than a meat shield. Had he never heard of treating a woman with care?
Thanks to Mo Shuiyao’s all-out assault, the pair tore through Wraithwood Village like a storm. The ghost maze quickly realised its smaller settlements were useless, and before long, a grotesquely enormous Wraithwood Village loomed ahead.
Ahead of them rose an immense Wraithwood Village, vast beyond reason. It appeared suddenly, as though it had existed since time immemorial. White lanterns hung high, and countless voices echoed within.
The air was deathly cold. Yin winds wailed from nowhere, cutting through flesh and bone alike, filling the heart with dread.
Mo Shuiyao cast Xiao Yifeng a sidelong glance and sighed inwardly. Just as she suspected, if they wanted to escape quickly, intelligence was everything. Without it, she would be doomed to wander in circles around the ghost villages forever.
Xiao Yifeng was well aware that breaking out through this massive ghost village would shatter the maze’s interference entirely, opening a clear path ahead.
Otherwise, they would be reduced to endlessly skirting the edges, hoping blind luck would eventually guide them out.
Mo Shuiyao fixed her gaze on the distant stronghold. Within it, she sensed over a dozen formidable Golden Core realm auras, and at the centre, a dreadfully oppressive presence at the peak of the Golden Core realm. A wry smile crept onto her lips.
“Fellow Daoist Wu Chen, do you truly intend for us to break through that vicious ghost village? I can sense eighteen Golden Core–realm beings inside. Are you certain this is something the two of us can take on?”
“If Fairy Mo is afraid, you’re free to withdraw. We’re not trying to kill them all,” Xiao Yifeng said with a smile. “We only need to disrupt this ghost village so it can no longer interfere with the surroundings. With the combined strength of the two of us, can we really not pass through such a small ghost village?”
“Very well. I hope what Fellow Daoist Wu Chen says is true. I will trust you this once,” Mo Shuiyao said after a moment’s thought, gritting her teeth.
In fact, if Mo Shuiyao had not been at his side, Xiao Yifeng would never have chosen to force his way straight through this Wraithwood Village. Though fast, this method was undoubtedly the most dangerous.
The safest approach would have been the one he usually employed: flying through at high speed, provoking the village without engaging in full combat, allowing the Wraithwood Village to drive him away on its own.
The two rested outside the village for a while, waiting until both had recovered to their peak condition.
“At this point, Fellow Daoist Wu Chen, you will take action, won’t you?” Mo Shuiyao asked uneasily.
“Fairy Mo, please rest assured. I will make my move here,” Xiao Yifeng replied.
Seeing this, Mo Shuiyao hesitated no longer and transformed into a streak of pink light, shooting straight towards the village.
Xiao Yifeng did not linger either. Countless talismans flew around his body as he brought out every remaining trump card he had left, following closely behind Mo Shuiyao as they charged directly into the village.
The vengeful soul inside quickly noticed the two of them. Shrill wails rose and fell without end as countless vengeful souls, their faces twisted and ferocious, surged towards them like a swarm of locusts.
The short dagger in Mo Shuiyao’s hand flew out, forming a gigantic blade that swept towards the flock of ghosts. She then let out a sharp cry, and a crescent-shaped ring flew from her wrist, circling around her body.
The crescent blade was entirely golden, radiating a faint lunar glow and razor-sharp. Any ghost it touched was cut cleanly in half at once. It was clearly no ordinary weapon.
A high-grade immortal artefact, Moon Blade! Xiao Yifeng’s pupils contracted slightly. He had not expected Mo Shuiyao to possess such a famed weapon while still at the Golden Core stage. Now that she was no longer concealing it, it was clear she too was using her ultimate trump card.