Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 36 Ghost Head Knife

"How dangerous? I already have the cultivation level of Earth Rank 3, I won't hold you back!"

"Oh? You've already advanced to the Earth Rank? No way! You're not some kind of freak, are you?!"

Shi Potian seemed somewhat surprised after hearing this.

"So you'll take me with you?"

"Logically, with the cultivation level of the Earth Rank, there shouldn't be any problem moving around outside the forbidden area, but you lack practical experience, so danger still exists! If you insist on coming along... then you must follow my instructions and not run around! Is that alright?"

Shi Potian pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"no problem!"

Upon hearing that an opportunity had come, Mo Yuming immediately agreed.

"Alright, let's go to your Grandpa Zhang's place first and see if he has any suitable weapons for you. It would be good to bring one for self-defense!"

"I want to go too! You can't leave me alone at home!"

Just as Mo Yuming was setting off for Ruimu Valley with Shi Potian, Xinlan rushed over and insisted on going with him.

"I don't care, I'm going! They're also at the seventh level of the Water Element Human Rank, they can already protect themselves!"

Xinlan also improved rapidly during this period, but she was not as abnormal as Mo Yuming, and her speed of absorbing and converting spiritual energy was much slower than Mo Yuming's.

Moreover, unlike Mo Yuming, who is a freak, he can absorb the profound spiritual power of all five elemental systems without any problems.

Apart from the water elemental energy, the other four elemental energies were hardly absorbed.

Therefore, apart from his water-based profound skill cultivation level rising to the seventh level of the human realm within a short year, there was little progress in other areas, except for a slight improvement in his sensitivity to elemental spiritual energy.

However, it would be a big mistake to assume that Xinlan's talent is mediocre simply because she is far inferior to Mo Yuming.

In the outside world, there are very few people who can cultivate at a speed like Xinlan's.

Geniuses who possess the cultivation level of the seventh rank of the human realm before the age of seven are extremely rare, even across both continents. Even if the age limit is extended to eleven or twelve, the number of people with such cultivation is definitely less than a hundred.

Under Xinlan's constant nagging, Shi Potian couldn't resist the two of them and had no choice but to agree.

……

It only takes half an hour to reach the edge of the Rimu Valley from where they live.

The area is filled with large, thick cattail leaves among the trees. Mo Yuming and Xinlan had come here before to collect cattail leaves, so they were quite familiar with the area.

However, due to his low cultivation level at the time, he only wandered around the perimeter and never actually entered the forest.

"From here into the forest, there are hundreds of feet of this thick cattail grass growing everywhere."

It was these thick cattails that saved countless lives from falling off cliffs! Of course, the giant trees, taller and with more abundant branches, also played a significant role.

Shi Potian led the two little ones through the thick reeds that were three or four zhang tall.

The broad, large leaves crisscrossed, densely packed, blocking out the sun.

Walking down there, you can't see any sky at all. Even if a few rays of sunlight occasionally shine through, they only form small spots of light the size of copper coins on the ground.

Fortunately, some other sparsely foliaged trees grew among these thick cattails, creating some space so that the light could shine in. Otherwise, Mo Yuming and the others would have really needed to carry fluorescent stones to walk.

"Are those the two places, Sacrifice Cliff and Death Slope, located above both sides of this forest?"

"Yes, all those who fell from above and survived fell from these two places."

This section of the terrain is the highest point in the entire canyon, a raised slope, and also the closest to the top of the canyon.

"I wonder where I fell? I really want to go back and see..."

Mo Yuming was dizzy and fainted due to a brain injury and excessive blood loss. When he woke up, he was already at the old man Mo Wen's house.

Therefore, I have no recollection of where I fell.

"You can just ask Old Man Mo when the time comes, but what good will it do you even if you do ask?"

These thick cattails are extremely resilient. The place where you fell has long since returned to its original state, and you won't see a trace of it even if you go there.

Over the centuries, people have fallen to their deaths in every corner of this place, but only a handful have survived!

"This place doesn't look any different from other places, does it?"

Why is it that only people who fall in this particular area have a chance of surviving?

Although the supple, thick cattail leaves offer some cushioning and the terrain is much higher, their effect on this towering cliff is limited, far less significant than the emerald pool in the middle of the secluded valley!

"That being said, based on the experience and speculation of countless generations of ancestors who explored the canyon, this may be the core of the illusion array and the thunder barrier above the canyon."

In other words, the area where the array's eye is located is safe. Only by passing through that eye can one avoid being harmed by the poisonous miasma in the illusion array, or being struck by lightning. Furthermore, that space may even have a buffering effect! Only under such specific circumstances can a person who falls have a chance of survival.

Otherwise, with a body as weak as yours, you'd be smashed into a pile of minced meat!

Shi Potian answered casually.

"I often hear you talk about illusionary arrays, lightning barriers, and lingering poisonous miasma? Why can't we see them?"

Why does the sky above the canyon look no different from anywhere else? Every day, during the day, there's sunrise and sunset, blue skies and white clouds, and at night, the moon and stars appear as usual.

It's nothing like what you said!

Mo Yuming looked up at the sky, and through the gaps in the leaves, there was a blue sky that was no different from the outside world.

"That's because you're young and have lost your memory, so you don't remember what you saw there."

Although you can't see anything when you look up from the canyon, that doesn't mean they don't exist. That's the brilliance of the illusion array! It can both conceal and hide the world below the canyon without having any effect on it!

Anyone who falls from there, unless they lose their memory, will clearly remember the scene above the canyon! The thick, poisonous fog that never dissipates beneath that sheer cliff, the constant flashes of lightning and thunder! Just one glance is enough to send shivers down your spine!

Shi Potian continued.

Is it really that amazing?

Xinlan asked innocently. She had never seen the outside world, and everything outside was so mysterious to her.

"You'll understand when you get out of the canyon and stand on the cliff yourself!"

"Grandpa Shi, why are the fallen leaves here so thick?"

It's so shaky and uncomfortable to walk on!

Xinlan followed behind, her steps uneven, like she was dancing.

"Typha orientalis rarely sheds leaves, only a few leaves a year."

However, its fallen leaves are very resistant to decay; even after hundreds of years, they are difficult to rot, so they accumulate little by little and become thicker and thicker, now easily three or four feet thick.

"Ouch!"

Xinlan tripped and fell while jumping from one fallen leaf to another.

"What happened to you?"

Mo Yuming turned around and asked.

"There seems to be something hard under this leaf that tripped me!"

Xinlan said with a mournful face.

"what is this?"

After Mo Yuming lifted the leaf that was over ten feet long, he saw a smooth, dark, semi-circular object lying on top of the leaf, about the size of a bowl.

Mo Yuming tried to poke the object with his hand, but found that it was not a sphere, but rather seemed to be one end of some long, narrow object.

"Just lift up the fallen leaves, pull them out, and you'll know what it is!"

At this moment, Shi Potian also turned around, as if he already knew what it was, without showing the slightest surprise.

"It's a demon head sword!"

After Mo Yuming peeled back a few fallen leaves, he grabbed the object and pulled it out. It was a large, jet-black sword. The thing that tripped Xinlan was the skull on the handle.

This massive sword, over five feet long, must have weighed at least three or four hundred pounds. The handle alone was as thick as a teacup, and Mo Yuming needed both hands to grip it.

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation level is now vastly different from before, even three Mo Yumings wouldn't be able to lift it, not to mention that at least a third of it is still embedded in the soil below through fallen leaves.

"The Black Steel Ghost King Blade! As expected, he didn't escape its fate either..."

Shi Potian trembled as he took the Ghost Head Saber from Mo Yuming's hand. He carefully wiped it with his sleeve, looked at it over and over again, and then couldn't help but burst into tears. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed with grief.

"Grandpa, is the owner of this knife your old friend?..."

Seventy years ago, there were four good brothers on the continent of Yingzhou.

Since their debut, they have roamed the martial arts world for thirty years, living a life of chivalry and vengeance, robbing the rich to help the poor and punishing the wicked. Wherever they went, the vicious and ruthless tyrants trembled with fear and lived in constant dread.

Because the nicknames of the four brothers contained the characters "gold," "jade," "full," and "hall," and because they often secretly distributed the stolen money to the local poor, the people respectfully called them the "Four Gods of Wealth with a House Full of Gold and Jade."

The eldest is Jin Pu, the fiery ghost sword; the second is Yu Qingfeng, the stormy snow wolf; the third is Shi Wuhui, the meteor shower; and the fourth is Hu Zhantang, the iron sword, the soul-severing sword.

Although the four are not blood brothers, they are as close as siblings, even closer than blood relatives.

Because he usually acts only according to his own preferences and hates evil, he never attaches himself to any worldly family or sect. Therefore, he is bound to offend some martial arts forces and make many enemies.

That year, the Feather Palace held the Dragon Chef Competition, and the four brothers, whose fame was at its peak, were invited to participate.

After the meeting, they were attacked when passing by the Cliff of Self-Sacrifice. They were surrounded by enemies who outnumbered them several times over, and each of them was a powerful expert with extremely high cultivation in profound arts.

Because of the sudden attack, the four were caught off guard and had no time to join forces to fight back. They were each surrounded and attacked by at least three powerful enemies whose attributes were opposite to their own...

Clearly, this was the work of a powerful force that had been preparing for this, and they were fully aware of the four people's whereabouts and cultivation levels.

Moreover, they were determined to succeed, disregarding the rules of the martial world and unconcerned about being condemned and scorned by the world. They resorted to despicable means to launch a sneak attack and ambush, determined to kill the four people...

The third brother, who was walking on the outermost edge of the cliff, was suddenly surrounded by five people who launched a joint attack.

"Being attacked by five people whose skills were no less than his own, the third brother didn't even have a chance to defend himself before being blasted off the cliff..."

Shi Potian was so overwhelmed with grief and indignation that he couldn't speak. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and stood there silently...

"You must be Grandpa Shi Wuhui, the meteor shower!"

After a long while, seeing that Shi Potian's emotions had calmed down a bit, Mo Yuming asked softly.

Shi Potian did not answer, but simply nodded affirmatively.

"After waking up, he found that he was not only alive but also only slightly injured. He then looked around for a way out and eventually met Old Man Mo Wen and Boss Dugu at the exit of Ruimu Valley.

Only after talking to him did I learn that this was a secluded canyon.

No one has ever been able to get out...

I was quite disheartened at the time, and even had suicidal thoughts.