Chapter 10 It turns out I'm the legendary genius!

Almost as soon as he turned around at the sound of voices, a silver flash grazed past his ear, creating a sharp gust of wind.

The sword, swirling with color, didn't hesitate for a moment before striking directly towards the direction of the approaching figure.

"etc!"

"Tsk."

He Mu remained expressionless, his two fingers slightly turned.

At the last moment, the murderous act suddenly stopped.

The sharp blade had already slashed through the man's neck, and blood seeped down the cold, hard blade, slowly dripping onto the ground.

What do you want to say?

He lowered his eyes and said coldly.

Hearing voices, he could finally see the face of the person behind him. Their clothes were tattered, half of their face was almost a bloody mess, and dark blood kept seeping down their neck and into their collar.

This person was none other than Chen Lian, who had just fallen into a deep sleep.

With the lecherous assassin closing in, Chen Lian could only strain to tilt his neck, so nervous he almost fainted. He took two deep breaths and stared wide-eyed at He Mu.

Whether it was because Se Sha was too close, or because He Mu had silently released his divine power, Chen Lian's lips trembled violently, and he tried several times but could not make a complete sound.

"This...cough cough, this is..."

Hearing the voice, she no longer needed to take out her sword. As if automatically attracted, she hugged He Mu's leg again, watching Chen Lian warily.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Hearing the voice, he made a fierce expression at Chen Lian.

Chen Lian gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Wenren Sheng.

He hated this ungrateful little monster, and especially hated seeing anyone other than himself standing next to him.

For the past three years, he has always found ways to bully Wenrensheng. Whenever he sees someone or a monster who is close to Wenrensheng, Chenlian will try to drive them away.

He can't stand hearing people talk and being friendly with anyone.

But right now...

Chen Lian glanced at He Mu beside Wen Rensheng.

That's not something he can handle.

Chen Lian gritted his teeth and gently pushed two fingers towards the blade of color. Only after the blade gave its silent approval was he able to breathe properly once.

He Mu had no interest in Chen Lian's base ideas, and he cut straight to the point: "Why is there someone else hiding in your room?"

“This is my father,” Chen Lian said, breathing heavily, without hiding anything, “Wu Di.”

A voice said, "Your father is also named Invincible? The same name as that old man from the Sword Sect."

"you……!"

Just as Chen Lian was about to curse, He Mu frowned slightly, and the lecherous slash once again approached Chen Lian's neck as if threatening him.

Chen Lian naturally interpreted this silent warning. He stopped speaking abruptly, then took a deep breath and explained weakly:

"It's not that my father is also called Wudi, but that he is an elder of the Wudi and Guiyi Sword Sect."

Upon hearing Chen Lian's words, Mu Xin immediately understood.

He had already noticed something when he forced his way into the Guiyi Sword Sect during the day. It was supposed to be the number one sect in Xiangcheng, but the disciples and elders all had the same incompetent and hopeless attitude, which was really strange.

It is conceivable that the "Wu Di" he stabbed at that time was just a fake.

The skeleton on this rattan chair, neither human nor ghost, is the true elder of the Sword Sect, Wu Di.

Wen Rensheng muttered softly, "No wonder."

One tricked him into giving up his spiritual root, and the other kept it all for himself. Wen Rensheng had absolutely no doubt that they were "family".

If his family were like Chen Lian, he would rather remain alone forever.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lian let out two sneers. He looked up at Wen Rensheng and said slowly, "You are..."

"No need for further nonsense."

He Mu quickly lost his patience. He withdrew the Se Sha sword from his palm and flicked his wrist to send out a burst of sword energy.

The sword energy was aimed directly at Wu Di behind him.

Its speed was beyond what the naked eye could see; almost in the blink of an eye, the sword energy had sliced ​​Wu Di's body, along with the back of the rattan chair, in two.

Hearing voices, he was both timid and curious. He covered his face with one hand and peeked at Wu Di through his fingers.

I expected a bloody scene, but to my surprise, after the man was cut in half at the waist, not a single drop of blood was spilled!

Even more horrifying, upon hearing the voice, one could clearly see several eerie green lights connecting the broken part of the person's waist and abdomen, as if they were the roots of some plant, rapidly weaving the two parts of the body back together.

"!"

Hearing the voice, she gasped and immediately buried her head in He Mu's arms like a little bird.

What is that?!

He Mu seemed to have expected this. He casually stroked the back of Wenren's neck twice and explained slowly:

"I said earlier that 'it' is neither born nor dies, neither human nor ghost, because this thing can no longer be considered a living being."

This is why no sound was produced when Wenrensheng first shook the Sanqing Bell.

The Heavenly Court is only responsible for living beings and inanimate objects; things like Wudi, which are neither alive nor dead, are not under their jurisdiction.

The second time the bell rings is most likely because Chen Lian has entered this space, and the killing proclamation issued by the Three Pure Bells allows He Mu to kill Chen Lian.

Hearing the voice, he hugged He Mu tightly, not daring to lift his head: "Not a person, not a ghost, then what is he?"

He Mu smiled and turned his gaze back to Chen Lian opposite him.

"You'd have to ask his own son about that."

Chen Lian was still somewhat frightened when he saw He Mu, as he vividly remembered the pain of his sea of ​​consciousness almost shattering earlier.

Despite his resentment towards the divine authority, he gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes, and avoided eye contact with He Mu.

He replied in a low voice, "My father has become the essence of the spirit."

Upon hearing this answer, Wenrensheng froze, then slowly raised her head from He Mu's embrace, looking at He Mu with a puzzled expression.

Can a person also develop spiritual roots?

Is there any chance that I can get my spiritual root back?

He Mu knew what he was going to say. He patted Wen Rensheng's head, raised his chin at Chen Lian, and said:

“Go on.”

Chen Lian pursed his lips, dragged his feet past the two, walked to the half-dead Wu Di, and knelt down tremblingly.

“My father also had mixed spiritual roots,” he said. “After he was fortunate enough to enter the Dao, he cultivated diligently and always far surpassed his peers. He was the senior brother whom everyone in the Sword Sect respected.”

"But when he reached the Mahayana stage, because he lacked talent, he was unable to break through the realm. He could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples, who were also geniuses, made progress little by little and eventually surpassed him, their 'senior brother'."

"By chance, he received guidance from a master who said that Fangze Mountain was rich in spiritual energy, and that demons were nourished by it year-round. Perhaps he could extract its spiritual roots to cleanse his bones and break through... cough cough, break through his realm..."

Hearing this, Wenrensheng slowly loosened his embrace.

He then grasped one of He Mu's fingers, looking at Chen Lian with a complex expression.

Chen Lian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and continued, "He holds a high position and has great power, so he can only rely on me, his son, to explore the way forward. At first, I was unwilling, but after being beaten by him, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and go up the mountain."

"The first demon I encountered,"

At this point, Chen Lian turned his head to glance at Wen Rensheng and said,

"It's you, Wenrensheng."

The rest of the story is pretty much what Wen Rensheng knew. He was tricked out of the Fangze Mountain barrier by Chen Lian under the guise of "family" and almost lost his life in the Guiyi Sword Sect, in this dilapidated house.

Even so, too many doubts still left Wen Rensheng completely bewildered.

He couldn't help but ask, "But you've already given him half of my spiritual root, so why has he turned out like this?"

Upon hearing this question, Chen Lian chuckled and retorted, "You... really don't know?"

"have no idea."

Hearing the voice, he shook his head and said honestly.

“Because of your spiritual root,” He Mu answered for him, “among single spiritual roots, only one type possesses the ability to absorb other natural energies.”

Having not descended the mountain for a long time, Wen Rensheng knew very little about the cultivation world and did not understand the concept of spiritual roots being able to absorb the energy of nature.

Unlike Mu, he had already sensed something when he first probed his spiritual root.

It wasn't until he saw Wu Di's unusual behavior that he confirmed his suspicion.

The part of Wen Rensheng's body that had been cut in half was the Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Although Wen Rensheng's spiritual power was as weak as a thin sheet of paper, how could an ordinary cultivator, having lost half of their spiritual root, still be able to circulate their energy normally and mobilize their spiritual power?

Most of them were crippled or disabled, and after a few years of lingering life, they passed away.

Not only are they alive and well, but they can even use exquisite transformation techniques to remain hidden from view for an entire day.

Apart from the Heavenly Spiritual Root, no other attribute of spiritual root can achieve this.

“All spiritual roots are formed in the body after going through two stages: ‘drawing qi into the body’ and ‘refining qi’,” He Mu said. “Spiritual roots are the condensation of natural ‘qi’.”

"But among them, only the Heavenly Spiritual Root is different."

Rather than being a condensation of "natural energy," the Heavenly Spirit Root is more like "nature" itself.

Without the need for refining or arduous cultivation, the holder of a Heavenly Spiritual Root can effortlessly improve their cultivation level even by simply lying down and sleeping soundly.

Not only that, divine weapons, rare and precious materials, and all natural things related to "qi" will instinctively gravitate towards the Heavenly Spirit Root.

This explains why Se Sha was so close to Wen Rensheng.

Startled by the voice, he paused for a long while before slowly asking, "So, in short, I'm just incredibly amazing?"

He Mu smiled and said, "I thought you already knew you were very capable."

Hearing voices made me feel light as a feather, as if I were standing on a marshmallow.

I thought the mountain god was just teasing him, but it turns out he really is incredibly powerful.

Now, as long as his spiritual root is found, the mountain god will surely be willing to become his family!

But before he could be happy for long, Chen Lian groaned a few times and vomited a large amount of blood on the ground.

He leaned on the ground, looking at the crimson stains all over the ground, and squeezed out a hoarse sentence from his throat.

“Your talent is exceptional… your spiritual root is powerful; you can advance your cultivation level with just a breath,” Chen Lian said. “You have no idea… how jealous my father is…”

His words made it sound as if he wanted to pin all the blame on Wen Rensheng.

Hearing people's voices, he wasn't buying it. He shook his head and said seriously, "This isn't my fault, it's your fault."

“Well said,” He Mu chimed in, adding sarcastically, “You want to covet the Heavenly Spiritual Root but lack the ability to withstand its power. You only have yourself to blame. Calling you all useless is not an exaggeration.”

"Useless..."

Chen Lian chuckled and repeated it.

"Now it's too late. My father's body has been completely devoured by the Heavenly Spiritual Root, and his Purple Mansion and Sea of ​​Consciousness have been completely destroyed. He passed away yesterday."

After hearing this plea, he beckoned to Mu, and a wisp of spiritual energy drifted into the "Number One Divine Sword Under Heaven," which Wen Rensheng had personally carved, located at his waist.

The wooden sword trembled twice, then floated up and drifted in front of He Mu, its tip spinning as it pointed at Chen Lian's neck.

"He forced you to be his accomplice, and now he's dead. Are you satisfied?"

Hearing the voice, he straightened his expression, gripped the shrunken Se Sha in both hands, and looked at Chen Lian with an extremely serious expression.

Chen Lian remained silent for a long time, then shook his head and said to himself:

How so?

Chen Lian struggled to lift his head and look at Wu Di's ugly, distorted, and pale face.

"This feeling is probably like..."

What does it look like?

For the past three years, he has been repeatedly grappling with this emotion day and night.

Every time he set foot on Fangze Mountain to look for that thin figure, he would dissect his feelings and savor the experience almost to the point of self-torture.

Now, seeing Wenrensheng and Hemu standing here, he finally understands the root of all that pain.

"Like being unwilling to accept it."

Chen Lian chuckled softly twice.

I'm not resigned to this; I'll never get anyone's attention.

After saying this, he suddenly clenched his teeth so hard they clicked, and the corners of his eyes were almost distorted by anger.

His eyes were almost distorted as he looked at Wenrensheng.

"Yours or his..."

"I can never have it!"

"In my father's eyes, I'm not even as important as your Heavenly Spiritual Root! I'm just a piece of trash! Are you satisfied now?!"

He roared out those words, then got up and pounced on Wu Di with astonishing speed, causing the two of them, along with the rattan chair, to fall backward.

Ignoring his own disheveled state, Chen Lian, with red eyes, raised his hand and snapped Wu Di's neck to the side.

This sudden scene left Wen Rensheng speechless. He took a half step back, shocked, and exclaimed:

"What suddenly happened to him?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Lian opened his teeth and, aiming at Wu Di's neck, leaned down and bit down!

He Mu's expression hardened, and he immediately raised his hand. The wooden sword beside him flew out instantly and pierced Chen Lian's nape with great speed.

With a soft "thud," the wooden sword struck with the force of a nail, piercing through both bodies and pinning the father and son to the ground.

After doing all this, he grabbed Wenrensheng by the back of his collar with one hand, quickly retreated several steps, and in the blink of an eye, leaped out of Chenlian's room.

Once they reached an open area, He Mu flipped onto a rooftop and carefully put Wenren Sheng down from his arms.

“He consumed the Heavenly Spiritual Root,” He Mu said calmly, pressing one hand to the ground. “He’ll be insane for a while. To preserve the Heavenly Spiritual Root intact, I need to deal with him for some time. You…”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a weak groan from beside him.

He Mu's expression changed. He looked in the direction of the voice, and his golden pupils immediately contracted.

The transformation spell had been lifted at some point, and Wenrensheng, who had been full of energy just moments before, suddenly seemed to have all her strength drained away. She collapsed onto the edge of the roof, bending over and tightly hugging her fluffy tail.

His lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing heavily. A few beads of sweat appeared on his pale face, and even his lips were bluish-gray.

Their thin bodies were curled up together, like delicate snow flowers that would easily crumble at the slightest breeze.

He hadn't seen such fragile life in a long time.

He Mu frowned slightly, his outstretched hand freezing in mid-air, he didn't dare to touch it.

A note from the author:

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Well, this villain will be gone in the next chapter.