Free Web NovelChapter 678: 761 raises a fish that is a jiao, and the casually placed sword is a Middle Grade Dao Artifact.
At daybreak the next day, Chen Mo went to the Inner Sect.
The Jade Token given to him by Zuoqiu Yiren had the exact location of Merak Peak, so Chen Mo didn’t worry about going the wrong way.
Following the direction indicated by the Jade Token, Chen Mo arrived at the base of a steep mountain peak. This peak was as straight as a sword, different from other mountains, and was filled with a sharp Sword Qi up and down.
Merak Peak soared into the clouds, surrounded by mist at the waist. From the foot of the mountain, the top was nowhere to be seen. Even when Chen Mo activated his Ancient Heavy Pupils, he couldn’t see through the thick mist.
Even outside Merak Peak, Chen Mo felt a concentration of True Qi dozens of times stronger than that of Suoxian Courtyard, simply taking a breath was refreshing.
Chen Mo’s eyes were full of longing.
While he was still observing the mountain peak, the voice of Zuoqiu Yiren came from the Jade Token in his hand.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and come!"
The voice was clear and pleasant.
"Yes, Sister Yiren," Chen Mo said.
"By the way, there’s an Array protecting Merak Peak, you must hold the Jade Token I gave you to come in," Zuoqiu Yiren’s voice came again from the Jade Token.
Chen Mo nodded, and as he stepped into the range of Merak Peak, a transparent barrier appeared before him. Then the Jade Token in his hand slightly trembled, and the transparent barrier turned into a water curtain, allowing him to easily walk in.
After entering, the world in front of Chen Mo changed, entirely different from the Merak Peak he saw from outside.
This was a towering peak with thick pine and cypress trees, flying waterfalls, and flowing springs.
As Chen Mo looked wide-eyed, a carp leapt out from a thousand-zhang waterfall and transformed into a black Flood Dragon over ten zhang long, hovering majestically in front of Chen Mo, exuding dominance and nobility. Its whiskers were as thick as Chen Mo’s thigh, its aura unfathomable, then it exhaled, looking at Chen Mo:
"I am Jiao Mu, the master’s steed. The master ordered me to fetch you, come on up." An infant-like voice emerged from the huge mouth of the Flood Dragon.
Chen Mo was about to gulp, but hearing the naive, almost childish voice made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. However, the fear of seeing the carp turn into a Flood Dragon earlier disappeared, and he respectfully cupped his hands: "Senior, please excuse me."
With that, he jumped onto Jiao Mu’s dragon body.
"Hold on tight." A transparent water sphere enveloped Chen Mo, and then Jiao Mu plunged headlong into the thousand-zhang waterfall, flying upwards against the current toward the mountaintop.
Protected by the water sphere, the water current couldn’t touch Chen Mo at all.
When Jiao Mu burst out of the waterfall again, they had already reached the summit.
On the mountaintop, there was a gently rippling Celestial Pool, and next to it, a seemingly simple courtyard.
In the courtyard were two ancient trees, and between them was a hammock. Zuoqiu Yiren, in a white dress, lay on the hammock, holding a wine gourd about two feet long, seemingly in deep sleep.
About a zhang in front of the hammock was a rock roughly a meter high, entirely made of mysterious gold with a peculiar shape. Chen Mo had read in books that this stone was called Golden Sound Stone, a vital material for crafting Top Grade Magical Artifacts, extremely hard.
Yet, a purple longsword was inserted into this Golden Sound Stone. The sword body bore ancient patterns, exuding a sharp aura that Chen Mo could feel.
"Master, the person has arrived." Jiao Mu placed Chen Mo in front of the courtyard, and after seeing Zuoqiu Yiren nod, a ghostly light flashed, and it transformed into a carp, diving into the Celestial Pool, swimming happily.
"Jiao Mu was originally a spirit fish I raised, having been with me for hundreds of years, we formed a bond. I gave it a drop of Dragon Blood I accidentally acquired, and it transformed into a Flood Dragon."
Slowly opening her eyes, Zuoqiu Yiren looked at Chen Mo, who was gazing at the Celestial Pool, and said calmly.
Chen Mo: "..."
What kind of luxury is this?
To actually give a fish a drop of Dragon Blood.
Chen Mo couldn’t help but scream in his heart, "What a waste of resources!"
"Come in," Zuoqiu Yiren showed no intention of getting off the hammock, only raising her eyes slightly, then spoke.
Just after speaking, she let out a wine burp, her bare face only tinged with the blush of drunkenness, her smooth long hair casually draped over her shoulders, somewhat disheveled, as if she just woke up.
Chen Mo’s mouth was full of complaints but didn’t know how to express them. After all, he was a man, and yet she completely disregarded her image in front of him?
Such splendid beauty and figure, wasted.
Chen Mo walked to Zuoqiu Yiren, instinctively glanced at the Purple Sword, then brought his gaze back, respectfully saying, "Sister Yiren."
As if sensing Chen Mo’s gaze, Zuoqiu Yiren stretched lazily, revealing slightly bare skin, smooth and jade-like, undulating, making Chen Mo instinctively turn his head slightly.
"That sword is named Tianxuan, a Middle Grade Dao Artifact, my sister’s personal sword," Zuoqiu Yiren said.
Chen Mo was surprised again.
A Middle Grade Dao Artifact just casually stuck into this stone, truly bold.
"Immortal Cultivation is all about not relying too much on external objects, everything must come from within, overdependence on external objects will instead affect the state of mind for Immortal Cultivation. Similarly, it is also not good to overly value external objects..." Zuoqiu Yiren explained.
The implication of her words was that, in the eyes of others, that sword is a Middle Grade Dao Artifact that needs careful protection and collection, but in her eyes, it’s just a convenient tool, nothing more.
"..."
"Versailles Zuoqiu Yiren?!" Chen Mo murmured in his heart, feeling that Zuoqiu Yiren was indeed showing off wealth, definitely showing off...
"What, do you think I’m wrong?" Zuoqiu Yiren glanced at Chen Mo out of the corner of her eye.
Chen Mo shook his head, "Sister Yiren is right."
"Since you think I’m right, why not take notes," Zuoqiu Yiren teased.
Chen Mo: "..."
He was somewhat speechless.
Zuoqiu Yiren put away the gourd, got off the hammock, and said, "Your sister I have never taken a disciple, although you are the Sect Leader’s disciple, it’s me who’s teaching you. Strictly speaking, I’m also your mentor, but I don’t want to accept disciples..."
Chen Mo: "..."
What is she saying?
Why can’t I understand?
