MOF Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Recounting the Past, Mo City is Filled with Sorrow; A Sage’s Heart is in the World, Yet Not Biased…

The common people seemed to awaken from a dream, “A sage… a sage! In this world, who could be more like a sage than Young Master Nanyi?”

The man lying on the ground had already changed his posture. He smiled and said, “A sage’s heart is in the world, yet not biased, and though his body is among humans, he does not truly die. Saving you only requires sacrificing some flesh and blood.”

Mo Liang couldn’t help but step forward and say, “What do you mean by that? Speaking in such roundabout ways, what is your true purpose?!”

“Purpose?” The man sat up, speaking with an air of righteous indignation, “I merely wish for peace under heaven and stability for the people.”

Mo Liang saw through his lies at a glance and said sternly, “Stability for the people? I think you merely want to sow discord between Water-Ink Immortal Estate and the people of Mo City, to incite a fierce battle. Why speak such high-sounding words!”

“High-sounding?” The man rose, as if having heard a joke, and flicked the sleeves of his robe, which were covered in yellow dust. “When it comes to high-sounding words, who can compare to you, the Mo family?”

Mo Nanyi walked over as he spoke.

“When disaster strikes, everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep; when all is well, they call themselves saviors.” The man looked at Mo Nanyi, still wearing a mocking smile, “Am I right, Young Master Nanyi?”

Mo Nanyi ignored the man and addressed the surrounding people, repeating the words he had said countless times in recent days: “Everyone, we have indeed found an antidote to the Seven Yang poison, and my younger brother has already left the city to retrieve it. He will return in no more than ten days.”

“Yes,” the man drawled, “no more than ten days, and only another batch of people will die before the antidote arrives.”

Mo Xin said coldly, “I’ve been tolerating you for quite some time.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a provocative smile playing on his lips, “And what are you going to do about it?”

“Young Master Nanyi, is it true? Is it really true?” The person from before looked at Mo Nanyi anxiously, “That man said that as long as there is flesh and blood…”

Mo Nanyi’s elegant brows, like light ink dipped in water, furrowed slightly in discomfort as he replied, “Of course not.”

His intention was that such a thing was truly against human ethics and morality, and violated the spirit of kindness. But to the common people, it sounded like an excuse not to sacrifice themselves to save them. Gradually, people began to stand up, their gazes towards Mo Nanyi turning sinister, as if they were looking at a humanoid life-saving medicine.

“Young… Young Master Nanyi, please save my child!”

“Young Master Nanyi, please save us!”

“Yes, the Water-Ink Immortal Estate has thousands of people, this small matter shouldn’t be difficult to accomplish, right?”

Mo Nanyi said in a deep voice, “That man’s words are baseless, relying only on two evil rumors, how can you take them seriously? I hope everyone will remain calm, the Seven Yang poison already has an antidote, just wait a little longer…”

“Wait? We’ve already waited for so long, how much longer must we wait!”

“Young Master Nanyi, even if we are willing to wait, the poison is not willing to wait! Three people in my family have already died, leaving only my eighty-year-old mother!”

“Whether what that man said is true or false, wouldn’t we know if we tried it?”

Mo Liang interrupted the chaos, “When it comes to life and death, how can you try it so easily?”

One person said, “Your lives are lives, but aren’t ours?”

Mo Nanyi felt that this matter was becoming increasingly troublesome. He had used too much spiritual energy in the past few days to alleviate the symptoms of poison for the poisoned people, and he had not had time to recuperate. He feared that the spiritual energy in his body was empty and he would not be able to hold on for long.

The night had grown darker, and the azure clouds were dyed black, like a curtain drawn across a white river of light. The outlines of the surrounding scenery gradually blurred and disappeared, as if the darkness wanted to swallow everything nearby.

Mo Nanyi’s face was not looking good, his originally pale lips were faintly turning white.

Mo Xin secretly observed his expression and saw that Mo Nanyi was somewhat unwell. He immediately said with a cold face, “Young Master Nanyi has not been the slightest bit negligent in dealing with the Seven Yang poison in the past few days, and has not uttered a single complaint even after exhausting his spiritual energy. Yet you, because of a few crazy words from a madman of unknown origin, want to abandon all morals and ethics, and attempt to use a life to try to save a life. If it doesn’t succeed, then what? Do you want us at Water-Ink Immortal Estate to try out that damn method over and over again?”

Mo Xin’s words had some effect, and after his speech, some people felt that this matter was inappropriate.

One person, however, still boldly refused to give up, “What if we try it over and over again? You who cultivate immortality, you’re not ordinary mortals, can’t you just grow back a piece of flesh?”

“That’s right!” Someone immediately echoed, “Those who cultivate immortality won’t die anyway. In any case, Water-Ink Immortal Estate has countless elixirs and miraculous medicines, a small injury shouldn’t be impossible to heal, right?”

Mo Zhong was so angry that he couldn’t speak. Mo Liang, standing beside him, said in a timely manner, “Everyone, calm down, don’t fall for that man’s trick!”

He turned around and saw that the man had disappeared without a trace. He immediately said, “Look! That man is already gone, he might just be a madman. Has anyone here ever seen that man before?”

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads.

An old man said, “Mo City is so big, it can hold tens of thousands of people, isn’t it normal not to have seen him before?”

Mo Liang was choked by these words and could only shake his head helplessly, leaning against Mo Zhong in shared misfortune.

Mo Nanyi spoke again, “It’s late today, we should all return. I hope everyone will pay more attention to unusual people, so that we can find the root cause and treat everyone as soon as possible.”

The crowd looked at each other, then sighed one after another, “Young Master Nanyi, please don’t abandon us!”

Mo Nanyi nodded, and turned away with Mo Zhong, Mo Xin, and Mo Liang. The four figures gradually moved away, heading into the dusky mountains and disappearing into Po Gu Li.

That night, Mo Nanyi’s heart was filled with thoughts, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The weeping and complaining people from the day, the madman uttering nonsense on the street, and the crowd relentlessly pressing him under the dim light, all screamed in his mind, cursing, begging for help; those who were bitter and sad, those with hateful faces, those who were weeping bitterly, those who were cold and terrifying, all caused his head to ache.

It felt like a ball of fire had accumulated in his heart, burning Mo Nanyi’s internal organs, causing him great discomfort. He simply got up, left the house, and walked around.

Tonight, the moonlight was like silk, and stars hung from the branches. The green branches did not understand the tastelessness of dreams, and the east wind blew away the tears of the sorrowful. Mo Nanyi slowly walked to the central courtyard, passed through the winding corridors and waterside pavilion, and saw a clear, bright moon. Under the bright moon, a dark shadow stood.

The figure heard the movement and turned around, “Brother?”

“Linyuan?” Mo Nanyi quickly stepped forward, his tone containing some reproach, but his eyes showed heartache, “Why aren’t you resting on time again?”

Mo Linyuan shook his head, “These few days, I’ve heard a little about what’s happening down the mountain.”

Mo Nanyi fell silent.

“Brother, this time, the person behind the scenes is afraid that they came prepared.”

Mo Nanyi raised his eyes to look at him, “You don’t need to worry about these things, just recuperate.”

Mo Linyuan blamed himself, “If it weren’t for my constant illnesses, I could also share some of the burden for my brother.”

“Don’t think too much.” Mo Nanyi smiled, “It’s not that I can’t handle it, it’s just that this time it’s really too strange and bizarre. I will send more people to search tomorrow.”

Mo Linyuan frowned and suddenly lowered his voice, “Brother, have you heard of a person?”

Mo Nanyi quickly asked, “Who?”

“Yan Wuji.”

Mo Nanyi murmured, “Yan Wuji?”

Mo Linyuan said, “Brother, do you remember the massacre at the Tian Yong Residence in Yong City two years ago?”

Mo Nanyi paused and nodded, “Of course I remember.”

Mo Linyuan said, “The world knows that Yan Zhan, a youth with the surname Yan and the style name Wuji, a wicked person who carried a ghost sword and killed indiscriminately, was responsible for burning down the Tian Yong Residence in one night. But has anyone seen Wen Liangchen, the eldest son of the Wen family, also loitering nearby that night?”

Mo Nanyi frowned and asked, “So?”

Mo Linyuan looked at him, “Brother, what do you think?”

Two years ago, it had been a year since the end of the drought. At that time, it was the early stage of Fu Nan, and the world was divided into six parts. After the fierce Sha Suxiu in the battle of Liuhe, the world was peaceful for several years.

However, a youth with the surname Yan appeared in Wuji, Weicheng, with the name Zhan and the style name Wuji, carrying a ghost sword to kill, passing through four places, doing many evils.

The city lord of Yongcheng, because of his meritorious service in beheading Sha Suxiu, rose in status and reputation among the immortal families.

Although the demonic Chong had been eliminated, there were still people who were terrified and still had lingering fears. Sure enough, on the fourteenth day of July this year, near Hai hour, many immortal elders and Taoists observed the celestial phenomena at night and saw a cluster of stars gathering around the moon, with a long star crossing the sky, with great momentum penetrating the ice wheel.

In the Water-Ink Immortal Estate of Mo City, Mo Changqing calculated with his fingers, with a light and calm expression between his eyebrows, and said only, “Cause and effect are in reincarnation, good and evil are rewarded. The calamity has arisen, who can avoid it?”

In the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform of Weicheng, Gu Shouan’s chess piece fell, his eyebrows furrowed, lamenting, “There is a calamity in the world, and then there is a response. It is difficult to judge life and death, leave it to fate.”

At Nangui Heavenly Pavilion in Jincheng, Nangong Fu walked out of the main hall, raised his head to observe the celestial spirit, and after a long time, said leisurely, “One calamity is destroyed, and another calamity is born.” Behind him, Nangong Yue’s expression was unclear.

In Cangling Capital of Shuocheng, Shen Heshuang had long eyebrows and white hair, dressed in Xuan clothes. He looked towards one place, and the South Dipper star pointed directly at Yongcheng.

At Guihuai Ci’s Undecided World in Ghost City, he sat in a high chair, closed his eyes and feigned sleep, suddenly feeling a dark shock in his heart, and hurriedly left the hall with his eyes open. He saw a red star slowly moving above his head, born around the moon.

It was nearly three quarters of Zi hour, and Yongcheng was silent and tranquil, with the lights cold.

The sky above the Tian Yong Residence, which was originally full of stars, was suddenly covered by an invisible curtain, swallowing the bright moon lying far in the depths of the sky. The stars that were tightly attached to the sky also seemed to have been suddenly loosened and fell into the darkness.

The surroundings were completely dark, and in an instant, wind rose and clouds gathered, and the night sky, as dark as lacquer and ink, seemed to hang over their heads. The Jiangfu, located in the Tian Yong Residence, and the 134 members of the Jiang clan and thousands of Tian Yong disciples were not in the same place.

A trace of cold wind, of unknown origin, brought the cold sound of the wind blowing across the blade of a sword. A faint, looming, damp, fishy smell drifted from an unknown source. It was as if flesh and blood had been crushed into rotten soil, rolled around, and then broken out of the soil.

A round of blood moon broke through the black clouds pressing down on the city, and a person appeared in the night. He was dressed in purple clothes, holding a sword, but his eyes were not fixed. Suddenly, as if hearing a silent command, he raised his head, staring at the large Jiangfu in front of him, and in the next moment, he flew straight in!

“Clang–” With a loud noise, the cold sword struck a treasure sword flying from the sky, Jiang Shining was standing not far away.

“Yanhua?!”

After seeing the face of the person who came, Jiang Shining restrained his expression, cautiously watching him, and at the same time withdrew his saber, Yihun. Jiang Yanhua did not wait for him to recover, and directly raised his sword to kill.

The two treasure swords collided like two dragons, and like tigers ambushing, desperately fighting. Jiang Shining shook his somewhat sore arm and shouted, “Rebellious son! Wake up!”

Jiang Yanhua was unmoved, fixing his every move and fighting with him. The sword light had a great momentum of breaking the wind, and as the speed of the attack increased, faint shadows appeared.

Jiang Shining suddenly felt something was wrong. When Jiang Yanhua struck his sword towards him again, he suddenly used force to stop the sword. The sword was completely black, but there were intricate red cloud wave patterns engraved on it, and the words “No Sending” were engraved on the hilt.