MOF Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Si Wumian Unexpectedly Meets a Down-on-His-Luck Person, Raising a Cup to the Setting Sun, Turning Back to See…

However, after much deliberation, Si Wumian dredged someone up from his distant memories.

“Young Master Mo, it really is you!” Si Wumian couldn’t help but take two steps forward. “Since our farewell at Beiman Mountain, it must be nearly ten years since we last met, hasn’t it?”

Mo Wuchou coldly glanced at him, the purse in his hand slightly deforming.

Unlike Si Wumian’s surprise and joy, Mo Wuchou’s expression was stiff. He took a half-step back, his tone was awkward, and he turned his head, wanting to leave: “I have matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.”

“Hey!” Si Wumian quickly stopped him. “Young Master Mo, wait! We’ve finally reunited after so long, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

Seeing Mo Wuchou stop, Si Wumian couldn’t help but smile slightly, saying, “Why don’t we have a good get-together? My treat!”

“There’s no need,” Mo Wuchou frowned. “There’s nothing to catch up on.”

Si Wumian licked his somewhat dry lips, unsure of what to say. He knew clearly that if he opened his mouth, he would inevitably touch upon a sore spot in the other person’s heart.

Perhaps it was better to simply cast aside those things and only talk about their past friendship.

“Young Master Mo, how about just the two of us getting together, without bringing anyone else? Would that be alright?”

The sun was setting, and all the birds had scattered. Only a sliver of the setting sun remained on the distant mountain peaks, falling obliquely on the table by the window of the Lone Phoenix Tower.

Si Wumian glanced at the fragmented light in his teacup, gently swished it around a couple of times, and then looked at Mo Wuchou in front of him.

The two had already finished their meal, and they had the waiter clear away the dishes and bring them a pot of tea.

“Young Master Mo, have you ever eaten at this Lone Phoenix Tower in Ghost City before?” Si Wumian asked, taking a sip of the fragrant tea.

Mo Wuchou thought for a moment, lowered his eyelashes, and softly said, “No.”

Hearing this, Si Wumian smiled and said, “Then I’ve certainly treated you to the right place. This Lone Phoenix Tower is located on the mountainside, offering a view of the setting sun. Raising a cup to the setting sun and turning back to see an old friend, isn’t that delightful?”

Mo Wuchou silently looked at him. After a long while, his right hand, which hadn’t touched anything since putting down his chopsticks, slowly reached for the teacup that Si Wumian had already filled with tea.

Si Wumian was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood. He expertly extended his own cup, and the two cups clinked crisply halfway.

“I toast to you!” Si Wumian raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, then tilted his head back and finished the tea in his cup.

This toast led to a long silence.

After a long time, as if to avoid such a wordless staring match between the two, Mo Wuchou licked his lips and tried to ask, “Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion, forbids alcohol?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Si Wumian subconsciously replied, realizing his meaning a few seconds later. “It’s just that I don’t often drink. Besides, I have important duties. Getting drunk might lead to mistakes.”

Seeing a hint of inquiry in Mo Wuchou’s eyes, Si Wumian simply told him, “I was originally following Fufeng Daozhang on a journey of training, but Young Master Yue sensed the aura of a spiritual artifact and sent me to Ghost City to take a look.”

The Mo Wuchou opposite him suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes, impenetrable to even a trace of light, fixedly staring at Si Wumian, as if trying to find any trace of a joke on his face.

But Si Wumian said with a serious face, “So I came to Ghost City first, intending to visit Undecided World to see if the spiritual artifact is safe.”

Mo Wuchou opened his mouth with some difficulty: “Do you know, what spiritual artifact it is?”

Si Wumian shook his head and said, “That, I don’t know.”

Of all the spiritual artifacts known in the world, there are only two in the Six Realms.

One is the spiritual artifact Bian Ling of the Water-Ink Immortal Estate in Ink City, and the other is the spiritual artifact Yin Yue, which originally belonged to Shuo Cheng Cang Ling Du but was later handed over to Undecided World in Ghost City for safekeeping.

Since Nangong Yue sensed the spiritual artifact, he probably wouldn’t be wrong. If Yin Yue hadn’t left Ghost City for some reason, then it was the reappearance of Bian Ling, which had been missing since the destruction of Ink City.

The last rays of the setting sun had completely disappeared outside. Si Wumian paid the bill, intending to rest at this inn.

“Young Master Mo,” he said with a very serious expression, “I can see that you also care about the spiritual artifact. Why don’t you come with me to visit Undecided World?”

Mo Wuchou frowned slightly, with a hint of resistance, “It’s enough for Young Master Si to go alone, why bring me along?”

“That’s not the same,” Si Wumian grabbed his shoulder to stop him from leaving. “Young Master Mo, perhaps you don’t know, but the various families have never given up searching for you over the years. Because we couldn’t find your… remains, we all felt that you still had a glimmer of hope.”

“If everyone knew that you were still alive, they would definitely be very happy! Young Master Mo, please come with me and take a look. It would also be considered a resolution to a long-standing concern for many immortal sects over the years.”

After hearing this, Mo Wuchou’s eyes were somewhat dazed. After thinking for a moment, they quickly became clear.

“I,” he hesitated for a few moments, but still agreed, “I’ll go with you.”

Si Wumian booked two rooms facing each other and asked the waiter to prepare a new set of clothes for Mo Wuchou.

Before Mo Wuchou took the clothes and entered his room, Si Wumian said to him, “Young Master Mo, sweet dreams.”

Mo Wuchou nodded and closed the door.

The next day, Si Wumian woke up and took the initiative to knock on Mo Wuchou’s door. When the door opened, he saw a young man. His hair was tied high, and a silver crown sat properly on his head. His face was elegant and handsome, and his right eye was covered by a black leather eye patch, but it didn’t appear evil or strange. Instead, he had an air of righteousness.

He wore a water-blue brocade robe embroidered with exquisite dark patterns, and a purse hung from his waistband. When he stood, he was like a jade tree facing the wind, indestructible.

A look of amazement flashed across Si Wumian’s face, and he foolishly asked, “Young Master Mo?”

Mo Wuchou’s expression was still very calm, but his eyes contained an obvious smile: “It’s me. You don’t have to be so distant with me. Since we’ve met, it must be fate. You can just call me Wuchou from now on.”

In just one night, his state of mind seemed to have changed greatly.

Si Wumian smiled and nodded, saying, “No worries, no sleep, truly befitting names. Brother Wuchou, we’re friends from now on. If you encounter anything, just tell me. I, Si Wumian, don’t have much else, but I have plenty of time.”

He pulled Mo Wuchou out of the inn, and the two headed towards Undecided World.

In the past two days, Liu Weiyuan went down the mountain during the day to treat the people and returned to Cang Ling Du in the evening to recuperate.

Before the arrival of the Yin corpses, Nangong Yue had already brought Mo Linyuan to the quiet room of Cang Ling Du to watch over him, and he and Sect Leader Shen were discussing every day how to turn the refined “Yin corpses” back into “ordinary people.”

Xie Yiling had come to the quiet room with Nangong Ci at night, secretly checking on Mo Linyuan’s condition, only to find that someone was already standing outside the quiet room.

That night, Liu Weiyuan stood at the door of the quiet room for an unknown number of hours, still not going in to take a look.

In two days, none of the injured people in Shuo Cheng remained. So on this day, everyone gathered in the main hall of Cang Ling Du.

Shen Wangu took the lead and asked, “Fufeng Daozhang, what are your plans next?”

Nangong Ci’s expression remained unchanged, saying, “We promised to assist Third Young Master Gu in apprehending Yan Zhan, but he is now colluding with Wen Liangchen, making him difficult to subdue. Moreover, in Peace Town, we discovered that they are still secretly assisting Hua Jieyu, harming innocent lives, a heinous crime.”

“Hua Jieyu?” Shen Wangu was thoughtful. “We have never heard of this person.”

Xie Yiling reminded him: “That Hua Jieyu calls herself Rain Flower Goddess in Peace Town.”

Upon mentioning Rain Flower Goddess, everyone had some impression.

Nangong Ci said, “She uses living people as sacrifices and puppets as bodies, acting against the heavens, which is probably another grand scheme.”

Shen Wenjun couldn’t help but slam the table, saying, “Under the heavens, how can these people be allowed to be so reckless!”

She turned her gaze to Shen Heshuang: “Father, I want to go with Fufeng Daozhang and the others to capture all these evildoers who plague the world.”

“Absolutely not,” Shen Wangu rejected without even thinking. “Yin corpses still prowl around the edge of Shuo Cheng, you have to stay here. Moreover, the Shen family has already lost Qianqiu, and cannot lose you again.”

Shen Wenjun originally wanted to argue, but upon hearing her second brother’s name, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she held back.

Shen Heshuang said at this time, “That Wen Liangchen, is he the eldest son of the Wen family who died eight years ago?”

Gu Huanzhi said: “That’s right. He was also one of the murderers in the massacre of Ink City back then.”

Nangong Ci said, “We captured Wen Liangchen’s personal subordinate, Wen Zilao, in Ink City. He claims to be a puppeteer. But I observed that his spiritual power is only mediocre. At most, he can only control them. The puppets in that city, which are filled with extremely heavy evil energy, don’t seem like something he could do alone.”

“Furthermore, we also discovered a Soul Restricting Formation on a family’s grave mound, which was converted from a Soul Releasing Buckle of the Wen Residence.”

“Since it’s someone from the Wen Residence,” Shen Heshuang looked at his eldest son and ordered, “Wangu, find time to go to the Wen Residence and see what’s going on. Also, this matter is no small matter. Go and inform the other immortal sects and ask them to pay attention. We’ll make a decision after discussing it.”

The long-dead eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Liangchen, is in cahoots with the rogue Yan Zhan. There are also Lu Jinnian, who has gone astray, and Hua Jieyu, who are colluding with them. This series of events reveals that there must be something fishy going on.

What surprised the various immortal sects was that the ambition of these people was so great that they dared to covet the art of rebirth and kill and commit evil for it, defying the heavens.

However, before the replies from the various immortal sects arrived, the tide of corpses made a comeback at midnight.

That night, Xie Yiling finished regulating his spiritual energy in the room. Feeling that the spiritual power in his body had recovered to the same level as in his previous life, and even higher, he originally wanted to tell Nangong Ci this good news. But seeing that it was late, he gave up. Who knew that he would be awakened in the middle of the night by shouts of alarm.

Xie Yiling suddenly sat up and looked up. There was already light outside the door. He was completely awake and quickly walked out of the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Xie Yiling saw Nangong Ci raising his hand to knock. He quickly asked, “Sixth Brother, what happened?”

Nangong Ci looked down at him slightly and said, “The Yin corpses have launched a night attack. Shuo Cheng has already fallen. Sect Leader Shen has sent a message for help to the remaining immortal sects, and they are probably on their way here now.”

Xie Yiling had no time to be shocked. He and Nangong Ci hurried to the main hall of Cang Ling Du while talking.

Everyone was on high alert. Shen Wangu was leading most of the disciples down the mountain in a hurry.

Gu Huanzhi was also in the crowd. Seeing them, his eyes lit up. He quickly walked over and said, “Fufeng Daozhang, Senior Brother Xie!”

Xie Yiling was panting slightly, and a thin white mist was dissolving at his lips: “It seems that Wen Liangchen and Yan Zhan never thought about retreating. They plan to destroy Shuo Cheng in one fell swoop.”

Gu Huanzhi nodded and said, “That’s right, so I have already sent the message back to Sun and Moon Spirit Platform. Before long, my brothers should receive the news and come to support us.”

Nangong Ci said, “Their conspiracy has been brewing for a long time. The Yin corpses are just their first step.”

“A Ling!” Nangong Yue said as he walked over, “Third Young Master Mo doesn’t know what he’s been affected by, but he’s started to go crazy again!”

Nangong Ci said, “The Yin Corpse King is extremely useful, Brother. I hope you will personally guard him and get through this difficult time before anything else.”

Nangong Yue nodded, “Okay, I’ll go control him first. Be careful on your way.”

Nangong Ci said, “Okay.”

The three were about to rush down the mountain when they ran into Shen Heshuang halfway.