Chapter 79 Right, brother? The mountain god who made a mistake should sleep on the floor.

The Heavenly Spiritual Root is a chosen one of the Heavenly Dao to ascend to immortality. Hearing human voices does not require going through any life-or-death trials. As long as one quietly secludes oneself for a period of time, one can reach the realm of ascension.

But Mu did not immediately answer Wen Rensheng's question. He silently broke open the sweet potato, peeled off the wrinkled skin, and blew on it.

"Brother," a voice shook his arm, "say something."

He Mu handed the slightly browned meat to Wen Rensheng, smiling as he said, "You eat first, your stomach has been growling, don't starve yourself."

Hearing the voice, she pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she had run all over the mountain today and hadn't eaten anything until this time, so it was normal to be a little hungry.

He muttered to himself as he held the sweet potato, then took a small bite.

"Then tell me quickly, brother," Wenrensheng said, puffing out his cheeks, "what are your thoughts?"

“My thought is,” He Mu put his arm around his shoulder and said slowly, “you were in seclusion in Fangze Mountain for five years, and you grew five years older all of a sudden. When I suddenly saw you all grown up, I was a little unaccustomed to it.”

Hearing voices, it shifted its body, adjusted its posture, and then took another bite of sweet potato.

It tastes sweet, just like the ones the clan chief used to bake for him in his memory.

“I’m not going to grow up anymore,” Wenrensheng said while eating. “When my brother sees me again after I leave the pass, I will still look the same.”

He Mu hummed in agreement, his fingers twirling Wen Rensheng's braid.

Hearing someone's voice, He Mu had almost finished eating half a sweet potato before finally asking, "Are you scared?"

Hearing the voice, she took out a handkerchief from her collar, carefully wiped her lips, and said in a serious tone, "What's there to be afraid of? Didn't my brother say he would ascend with me? With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

After saying that, he got up and sat on one of Mu's legs, affectionately putting his arm around Mu's neck.

“Let’s ascend together, return to Heaven, and defeat the God of Fate, freeing all the demons from the mortal realm,” he said. “Then we’ll go back to Fangze Mountain and happily live as two carefree immortals, okay, brother?”

He spoke casually, as if it were something trivial, and with a smile in his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed the beauty mark at the corner of Wen Rensheng's eye.

“Okay,” He Mu whispered, close to him, “I love you so much, Sheng Sheng.”

The words of love came suddenly, and upon hearing the voice, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her eyes.

What's going on... all of a sudden, it's so sticky.

Should I reply with "I love you too"?

Hearing the voices, I really wanted to say something, but I felt like I'd seen similar conversations in those vulgar stories, so I was a little embarrassed to say them out loud.

After thinking for a while, he finally changed the subject quietly.

"...Will your Dao heart change again this time, brother? Will you suffer a cultivation deviation again?"

He Mu answered quickly: "Definitely not."

"Oh—" a voice drawled out, "talking big again."

Mu pinched his cheek, both amused and exasperated: "If this isn't a lie, and it's the truth, don't you believe me?"

Hearing the voice, she wrinkled her nose at him and snorted, "I don't know what your Dao Heart is, so of course I can't just trust you. Before, my brother kept saying that he was heartless and emotionless, but in the end, he still fell in love with me and got together with me."

He Mu remained noncommittal, simply smiling as he pressed his forehead against Wen Rensheng's.

“On the day you ascend to immortality,” he sighed, “I will tell you what my Dao heart is.”

When talking to Mu, he always liked to get so close to Mu's ear that he could hear his voice. It made Mu's heart itch, as if a feather was tickling him, tempting him to pounce on it with his claws.

Hearing the voice, she squinted her eyes and couldn't help but kiss He Mu's face a few times. Finally, she mumbled "I love you the most, brother," and then, like a shy kitten, she buried her face in He Mu's neck.

What exactly is He Mu's Dao heart?

I've thought about it many times since I heard the voice, but I still can't guess the answer.

The perfection of the Dao heart is the final threshold for ascension. All cultivators in the world, whether for the sake of the great Dao of all living beings or for their own selfish desires, can reach the state of Great Perfection as long as they uphold the Dao heart to the extreme.

He Mu is so confident that he will definitely ascend, he must have found a more unwavering determination than the Path of Ruthlessness, but what could it be?

Is it the greater good, or selfishness? It's hard to guess.

However, He Mu was a deity he had admired since childhood. Since He Mu had promised to ascend with him and go to the Heavenly Court together to settle all matters, He Rensheng believed him without hesitation.

He closed his eyes, lying defenselessly in Mu's arms, feeling the night breeze gently blowing across Fangze Mountain.

If everything goes as smoothly as he wishes, then several years from now, he should be enjoying the moon together in Fangze Mountain, in He Mu's arms, just like he is now.

For this attainable future, he must redouble his efforts in training, wielding the sword more steadily, walking more cleanly, and mastering the moves more skillfully.

Only by becoming strong can he stand in front of everyone, become a hero who can stand alone, and have the courage to never back down.

Until he has accomplished what he wanted to do, he will, like a lone hero in a storybook, quietly retire to the mountains to protect his own happiness.

*

Three days later.

He Mu put the dried medicinal herbs into his Qiankun Pouch, then pulled out the last Shrinking Earth Talisman from his sleeve and handed it to Wenren Sheng.

"Let's go, Sheng Sheng."

Hearing the voice, she took the talisman, nodded, and just like last time, bit it between her teeth. She then took He Mu's hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

He closed his eyes tightly, formed a hand seal, and pointed his spiritual energy in the direction he had come from.

The talisman ignited a flame, and moments later, a gust of wind swept around the two of them. Immediately, every blade of grass and tree on Fangze Mountain crumbled like thin paper, and in its place, the Shanyue Hall of Zhongzhou was gradually rebuilt.

However, in a short while, the yellow talisman burned out.

Hearing the voices, Mubi opened his eyes first. He frowned and glanced around, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

The first time I visited Shan Yue Tang, the atmosphere here was tranquil and relaxed, and I could hear the clear chirping of birds. It wasn't as tense as I had imagined.

The Shanyue Hall was shrouded in a deathly fog, with a faint smell of blood in the air.

“Brother,” Wen Rensheng said, tightening his grip on He Mu’s hand and pointing towards the pharmacy, “there are many scratch marks on the door over there.”

Looking over with Mu Xunsheng, they indeed saw some mottled scratch marks on the door. The marks were low and deep, penetrating three-tenths of an inch, and must have been made by some kind of animal.

After thinking for a while, Mu reassured him, "Don't be nervous. If anything happens, Ye Lan will write to us a few days ago to let us know."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gust of wind swept past him, and a dark shadow flashed past in his peripheral vision.

"Young Master, be careful!" Ye Lan's urgent cry rang in his ears.

Startled by the voice, he nimbly dodged to the side. With a loud crash, the dark figure slammed into the door of the pharmacy with considerable force, instantly splitting the door open and even shaking the ground.

Hearing the voices, I looked over and saw a clump of grayish-brown rats, which should be the unformed Xu Ru.

Before he could react, Ye Lan pounced over, covering many people, and a rope was desperately threaded under him.

"I'm sorry, young hero, Lord Cangyu," Ye Lan explained breathlessly while binding the struggling Xu Duoren, "Xu the Hero... woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and went mad, biting, biting Doctor Shanyue. I've been fighting with him in the courtyard ever since!"

He wrapped a rope around Xu Duoren's neck and was about to tighten it when Xu Duoren's tail lashed out violently, knocking Ye Lan off his feet.

Ye Lan rolled twice, scraping the ground before stopping, the snake scales on his face standing on end.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for being incompetent," he said, retracting his snake scales and apologizing to the two men. "Master Xu is as strong as an ox. Even in my original form, I can't defeat him. I really don't know what to do."

He Mu frowned and said, "Did you wake up suddenly? Have you been like this ever since you fell ill?"

Ye Lan nodded and said, "That's right."

Hearing the voices, Shan Yue looked nervously in the direction of Xu Ren. Shan Yue should have already left the pharmacy by now, but she was timid by nature, and such a commotion would inevitably disturb her.

He quickly grabbed He Mu and reminded him, "Brother, did you bring back that magic weapon that can cure heart palpitations from Fangze Mountain?"

He Mu nodded, tossed out the Qiankun Bag, hooked a pendant into it with his finger, and a pendant emerged from the opening and landed in Ye Lan's palm.

Then the Qiankun bag expanded again, spitting out several baskets full of medicine.

"Thank you, brother," Wen Rensheng said, looking at Ye Lan. "Protector Ye, please take these things to the Divine Physician's room and ask her to make an antidote as soon as possible. If her injuries are serious, please call me and I will transfer spiritual energy to her."

With that, he drew Tianxin from his waist with a whoosh, held it horizontally in front of him, and ran two fingers along the blade.

A thin layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, spreading from the footsteps where the voices were heard, reaching all the way to the bodies of many people.

"Leave this to us."

After saying this, he stood up, spun around, and unleashed a sword aura that flew straight past Xu Ren and cleaved open the main entrance of the medicine hall.

As the sword energy descended, Wen Rensheng stepped on Xu Duoren's stomach, kicking him and his soul into the medicine hall.

"Your subordinate obeys, young master."

As night fell, he bowed again to the figure who had just heard voices.

A moment later, he straightened up and deliberately observed Wen Rensheng.

After confirming that no one turned around upon hearing the voice, Ye Lan took out an unopened letter from her lapel and handed it to He Mu.

“Lord Cangyu,” he said in a low voice, “this is a letter sent by the city lord’s carrier pigeon. It is sealed with a magic seal and only you can open it.”

He Mu raised an eyebrow and took the letter.

He dispelled the spell with one hand, and the letter opened on its own, revealing the black characters inside like ripples spreading outwards.

He Mu glanced at it quickly, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

"…………"

Not far away, Wen Rensheng clasped his hands together, moved his lips slightly, and uttered a single-word incantation. Suddenly, several ice pillars fell from the main entrance of the medicine hall, trapping many Rens inside like a cage.

"Let me out!!" Xu Duoren grabbed onto the icicle, his face squeezed out from the middle, and roared at him, "Let me out, I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!!"

Hearing a voice, he put his arm around someone's shoulder and said helplessly, "You can't beat me, Brother Xu."

"Let me out! Let me out!!"

Many of the madmen refused to submit and banged their heads against the icicles. Before long, they had torn themselves to shreds, and their blood stuck to the icicles, which quickly froze into chunks.

"I'm sorry, Brother Xu."

Hearing the voices, he couldn't bear to see this scene. He sighed and cast a spell on Xu Duoren's forehead.

"I will heal you. You should rest for a while."

As soon as Ren was hit, his body froze instantly, and he fell straight backward with a "thud".

Seeing that many people had stopped struggling, and hearing human voices, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is everything alright now?"

He clapped his hands, turned around and looked at He Mu, only to find that He Mu had a piece of paper in his hand at some point, and was now looking at the contents of the paper with a tense expression.

“Brother,” he glanced at the letter in He Mu’s hand and asked, “what are you holding in your hand?”

Upon hearing the voice, He Mu unusually crushed the letter in his palm.

“It’s nothing,” he said, brushing aside the debris. “It’s a letter from your master, containing some trivial matters.”

Upon hearing the voice and seeing the scene, he frowned.

Something's not right.

He's definitely lying.

Upon hearing a voice, her expression instantly changed. She walked straight up to He Mu and opened her palm to him.

"Give it to me, brother."

He Mu scratched his face, feeling guilty, and said, "I accidentally tore it just now, Sheng Sheng, it was just a letter, nothing..."

"Give it to me." A cold voice interrupted him.

For someone with such profound cultivation as He Mu, what difficulty would it be to recover a torn letter?

Wen Rensheng was very particular about this kind of issue. He disliked Mu's evasive attitude and the kind of behavior that involved mutual deception.

“We agreed beforehand that we would discuss it together,” Wenren said, emphasizing each word. “Right, brother?”

Looking at Wenrensheng's stern face, He Mu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If she keeps being stubborn, she'll be punished by Wen Rensheng and made to sleep on the floor again tonight, and she'll be ordered not to touch him all night.

Most importantly, hearing someone's voice will definitely make them feel resentful. They will think about the matter over and over for days, feeling that they acted arbitrarily and failed to fulfill their agreement.

He had promised Wenrensheng that he would correct this bad habit.

After a moment's consideration, He Mu sighed softly and placed his hand over Wen Rensheng's palm, the letter slowly covering their palms.

"I'm sorry, Sheng Sheng," He Mu apologized, "it was my fault."

Hearing the voices, he remained cold and ignored Mu.

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Author's Note: [Let me see]