Chapter 6 My secret is only for you.

Instead of being happy to hear the voices, Mu felt visibly disappointed, and doubt arose in his mind.

Suddenly you're unhappy?

Why?

At that moment, he even felt a touch of helplessness, like a new father.

I had originally wanted to ask more about his spiritual root, but this child is so eager to cultivate immortality. If I told him now that his spiritual root is damaged, he's destined to be forever separated from the immortals...

I bet she'll be burying her face in someone's arms and crying her heart out again.

He Mu frowned and shook his head.

no.

It's better to just force the Sword Sect to reveal the whereabouts of the spiritual root directly, skipping the part that would upset Wenren Sheng.

Thinking this, Mu slammed the Se Sha on the table and immediately wanted to get up and go back to the Sword Sect.

However, at that moment, the sullen voice suddenly opened its mouth:

"Are you trying to ask where my spiritual root went?"

After speaking, she raised her hand and touched the back of her neck when she heard someone's voice, a shy expression on her face.

Actually, he didn't need to tell Mu; he already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

After escaping from Chen Lian's clutches three years ago, he felt that his spiritual energy was becoming very difficult to mobilize whenever he heard human voices. Even the simplest transformation technique often failed, and his wolf ears and tail could never be hidden.

If one's spiritual roots are damaged, one cannot become a great hero, and then no one will want to be his family.

Although he was young, he was aware of something more or less, and for several days he would shut himself in his room and cry secretly.

Thinking of the sad parts, Wen Rensheng's lips twitched down.

“It seems that my other half of my spiritual root was taken away by Chen Lian,” he continued, “but I can always feel that the spiritual power in my body has not completely disappeared.”

He looked down and fiddled with his fingers, a thin layer of pink on his cheeks, and his voice was muffled, as if he were talking to himself.

"With a little effort, there is still hope of becoming a great hero."

After saying this, Wen Rensheng kept his head down, only cautiously raising his eyes to look at He Mu, his brows slightly furrowed.

Just like the Transformation Technique, even though he lost his spiritual root, he worked hard to relearn it and now he can go a whole day without revealing his original form.

so……

"Spiritual roots aren't that important, are they?"

Thinking this, Wen Rensheng's voice trembled slightly involuntarily.

He looked at He Mu, his eyes filled with such anticipation that they almost turned into tears. A layer of moisture swirled sadly around the edges of his azure pupils, ready to fall at the slightest setback.

He Mu met his gaze and silently took a deep breath.

How is he supposed to answer that?

If the spiritual root can be found, that would be fine. But if the spiritual root that Chen Lian took has been refined into other magic treasures, then even if he has all the power of magic, he will be powerless to help.

Looking into those pitiful eyes, even though Mu pinched his fingertips until they turned white and gritted his teeth, he couldn't bring himself to say "There's no hope."

He was silent for a moment, then pressed his hand on the table and suddenly stood up.

Startled by the voice, he instinctively backed away.

"W-What's wrong?"

He stared at the sound of people for a while, then smiled and stepped forward to take his hand.

"Don't say discouraging things. As long as I'm here, there is hope."

Hearing someone's voice, it was the first time he had seen He Mu with such a serious expression. The scalding heat slowly spread through the back of his hand, soothing his trembling and helplessness.

Although Mu Pingping seems unreliable, people are willing to believe him when they hear his voice.

“Yes,” he nodded solemnly and said, “I believe in the mountain god.”

He Mu sensed that the aura of fear emanating from Wenren Sheng had dissipated somewhat, and his expression relaxed as well.

He ruffled the hair of the man who heard the voice and said with a smile, "Then would you be willing to give me a chance to help you get justice?"

A voice asked, "Is it also to do good deeds and help you accumulate merit?"

He Mu nodded and added, "Not only that, I'm really annoyed with someone right now."

Without investigating who this "certain person" was, he considered it carefully for a moment, and finally nodded:

"I'm willing."

He wasn't such a petty person; even if the mountain god refused to adopt him in the future, he would still be willing to help the mountain god.

Moreover, perhaps in this way, the mountain god will be moved by his sincerity and be willing to adopt him?

Upon thinking of this, all the dark clouds in Wen Rensheng's mind about spiritual roots and cultivation vanished instantly.

His face flushed, and he stared intently at the tea in his cup, his mind racing with excitement.

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While he was lost in thought, Mu asked the waiter to bring out some fresh tea and snacks.

He hadn't been to Xiangcheng much in recent years and wasn't familiar with the food in the lower realm, so he could only pick out a few pastries that seemed to please children.

Fortunately, he didn't discriminate based on the sound of people's voices. He ate every dish on the table as if he had never seen food before.

He Mu, his face tucked in his hand, watched Wen Rensheng eat, seemingly lost in thought.

After he had almost finished eating, He Mu asked, "Now, can you tell me your story from the past?"

"Hmm...okay!"

Hearing a voice, he puffed out his cheeks and answered with difficulty.

"Go ahead and ask!"

He Mu didn't stand on ceremony with him. He leaned forward, getting closer to hear the voices, his face full of curiosity: "What grudges did you have with those sword cultivators before? Why did they try to harm you like this?"

If we could know the cause and effect, we might be able to find some clues to regain our spiritual roots.

Hearing voices, he finally stopped grabbing the pastries. He picked up the half-cooled tea, took a big gulp, and then barely managed to swallow the food.

"Phew..." Hearing a voice exhale, "You mean Chen Lian?"

He wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief, and then, imitating He Mu, leaned forward slightly.

"Are you asking this in order to 'do a good deed'?"

He Mu rolled his eyes and said, "More than that, it's mainly because I'm very curious."

"Curious?" Wenren blinked and repeated.

He said to Mu Sha in a serious tone, "I feel that you have the air of a chivalrous hero. I would like to hear your legendary stories."

A great hero?

Hearing a voice, he opened his mouth.

A legendary story?!

Hearing a human voice, he immediately believed it. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but hold He Mu's hand.

"Really? You've heard of me? Am I famous?"

Hearing voices, she got excited and squeezed her little hands together in Mu's palm, the touch feeling like two cat paws.

He Mu couldn't help but tighten his grip, pressing down on Wen Rensheng's hand to prevent him from moving.

“I’m not famous,” He Mu said, “but I’ve seen you many times, I just don’t know your name.”

I've seen it many times!

Their eyes lit up even more at the sound of voices.

Could it be that the mountain god, like him, had been secretly watching him all along?

Hearing the voice, he didn't give a careful consideration to the flawed statement. He let out a long "Oh," and then nodded solemnly.

"I understand, I'll tell you everything."

He Mu didn't know what he had finally understood.

But it seems that he has managed to appease the person.

He Mu hummed in agreement and said, "Then I'll start asking. You can just say what you want to say."

Hearing a voice, he obediently responded.

He Mu then asked, "Chen Lian, why did he arrest you?"

“This…” Wen Rensheng hesitated for a moment, “His master said that his innate talent is not suitable for cultivating immortality, and that he needs to have someone else’s superior spiritual talent used to cleanse his innate talent.”

He Mu asked, "Why were you chosen all at once? If you wanted to acquire spiritual roots to improve your cultivation level, shouldn't you have started by selecting from among the immortal sects?"

Hearing the voice, his guilty conscience became even more obvious, and he hurriedly replied, "Of course, it's because I have a lot of talent!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but steal a glance at He Mu.

Oh no, I lied on the very first question and almost got caught.

The voices concealed something.

Chen Lian captured him mainly because he was a lone monster.

Monsters are born with better spiritual roots than mortals, and when refined into elixirs, they are even more suitable for nourishing the body than rare and precious herbs.

When Chen Lian captured him, his original intention was to kill him and refine him into pills; he had no intention of sparing his life.

But Hearing the voices, he couldn't tell He Mu all this. Even now, He Mu was already reluctant to adopt him. If He Mu knew he was a monster, he would definitely despise him.

Hearing someone's voice, she looked away, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"That's it! He wanted to take my spiritual root, but I ran away halfway through."

He Mu glanced at Wen Rensheng with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.

"Is that all?"

“Hmm,” Wenren said, “that’s it.”

He Mu pressed on, "Besides Chen Lian, who else was involved in this?"

Hearing the voice, he shook his head: "I don't remember. There were definitely other people's voices, but my body was in a lot of pain, so I couldn't see anything clearly."

This statement was not a lie; when Chen Lian extracted his spiritual root, Wen Rensheng almost burst into tears.

If he hadn't managed to bite through the chains binding him, he would probably be reincarnated by now, and wouldn't be sitting here enjoying tea and snacks.

Hearing this, He Mu couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

He picked up a half-eaten pastry from a piece of cake that had been eaten by someone, put it in his mouth, and pondered how to ask the questions next.

But the voices didn't throw the question at him; he continued on his own, "I used to go down the mountain to play often. The first time I met Chen Lian, he lied to me and said he wanted to be good friends with me."

A clumsy and shameless attempt to coax someone.

He Mu suppressed his displeasure and asked again, "And then you believed it?"

Hearing the voice, he thought Mu was criticizing him for being stupid, so he shrank his neck and spoke in a barely audible voice.

"Hmm... I thought he was a good person."

After saying that, he hurriedly added, "But, but I wasn't fooled again! After escaping from Chen Lian, I never went down the mountain again."

Fangze Mountain is protected by the mountain god's magic, and other cultivators cannot use magic on the mountain, so it is relatively safe to hide in the mountain when you hear human voices.

Mu Mo silently sipped his tea, his fingertips slowly tracing the hilt of Se Sha's sword.

After calming down, Wen Rensheng continued, "Although it's safe on the mountain, Chen Lian still comes up here to cause me trouble every now and then. He can't use magic, so he grabs me with his bare hands, scaring away the other monsters... oh no, I mean everyone else. They don't dare to play with me."

After hearing this explanation, Mu Xin had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Originally, the intention was to give the sects in the lower realms a warning, but upon closer inspection, it turns out that the Guiyi Sword Sect has quite a few shady dealings.

Chen Lian is only fifteen or sixteen years old. If Guiyi Sword Sect is truly a righteous and pure sect, how could it have produced such a vicious disciple?

It's mostly rotten to the core.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Okay, I understand."

Seeing that he hadn't noticed anything amiss, Wenrensheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then excitedly asked, "So, when do we start 'doing good deeds'?"

He glanced out the window at the scenery. It was almost dusk, and twilight was settling in. The Guiyi Sword Sect in the distance was gradually disappearing into the night.

The cultivators at the mountain gate remained exactly as they had been when they left.

“The immobilization effect is almost over,” He Mu said. “Let’s go to the Sword Sect now and find out where your other half of the spiritual root is.”

"Huh?" a voice exclaimed in surprise. "Is...is it still possible to find this?"

He smiled at Mu Chong and said, "You have to try everything."

If they can't find it, they can simply extract Chen Lian's spiritual root and return it to Wenren Sheng. This wouldn't be a difficult task for He Mu.

Chen Lian did something wrong, but since he acted on behalf of Heaven, he naturally wouldn't lose any merit. That's how unreasonable the rules set by Heaven are.

Having finalized the plan, Mu felt much more relaxed. He stepped back from his chair, stood up, and casually dusted off his robes.

"There's no time to lose, hero, let's get started."

Great hero!

Upon hearing the voice and the word, his eyes widened involuntarily, and his heart seemed to quicken.

His cheeks flushed instantly, and he sprang to his feet, exclaiming, "Yes, yes! Mountain God—"

He Mu waved his hand, interrupting, "Don't call me the Mountain God outside. We need to maintain our mystery."

Having said that, he strode forward, lifted the curtain, and tried to leave the room.

But as soon as I took a step, I felt my clothes being pulled back by a slight force.

He turned around and saw someone tugging at his clothes.

He Mu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the voice, his face flushed red. He didn't dare to look up and stare directly at He Mu. Instead, he tried to cover his tracks by shuffling his toes on the ground.

After a moment, he quietly took a deep breath before mustering the courage to speak.

"I'm telling you my most important secret."

He spoke in a slightly coquettish tone, in a soft voice,

"In exchange, could you... grant me a request for something?"

A note from the author:

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