Chapter 928: The Death of Ji Moyu [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

"Stop right there, you hear me?"

The old man could not control his body, but he could feel the martial energy in his meridians and dantian flowing away rapidly like a flood.

Martial energy is not only the foundation upon which a martial artist relies for survival, but also the source of their long lifespan. Once the "Enlightenment" ends, all the fruits of a lifetime of arduous cultivation will be destroyed. Without the support of martial energy, death is not far away.

He will die within a hundred days as all his tendons and veins will be severed!

No, it might not last a hundred days.

The old man is now old enough to be called a centenarian!

"Ji Moyu, did you hear me?" The old man's voice echoed in Ji Moyu's ears, from initial panic to loss of control to roaring, and finally even tearing and cracking, every word filled with endless resentment, "You stop right now!"

However, Ji Moyu remained unmoved.

"Ji Moyu, do you believe that I can make your Gongxi clan die without a burial place?" If you could see his expression, it would be eyes bloodshot and teeth grinding with hatred.

Ji Moyu finally responded.

His voice was filled with endless sarcasm: "What you're saying is interesting. Don't you know the root cause of the Gongxi clan's extinction? Now, there are only a handful of people left. Our clan has always revered cremation, so nobody really cares where these few people died. What use is your threat? I advise you to calm down and enjoy the little time you have left."

The last sentence changed from sarcasm to gloating.

The old man was so angry that he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

He wished he could slap Ji Moyu into eight pieces, crush him into mincemeat, and condemn him to eternal damnation, hurling extremely vile insults at him.

Ji Moyu added fuel to the fire, saying, "Even if I were willing to stop, your cultivation would be completely ruined. You've lived this long, and you still don't know about [enlightenment]?"

The secret technique of "enlightenment" is so powerful because of this.

Once you start, there's no going back.

Even if forcibly interrupted, the caster's martial energy will dissipate, rendering medicine ineffective! This secret technique is called "Self-Ignition Martial Gallbladder," which transforms martial energy into the purest and most easily absorbed energy of heaven and earth, forcibly infusing it into another body. Regardless of success or failure, the caster will die!

Fang Yan grabbed Shao Chong by the back of his collar.

He lowered his voice and scolded, "Thirteen, stop fooling around."

Shao Chong turned to look at Ji Moqiu, then at his own sixth brother, and subconsciously shrank his neck, saying in a soft voice, "Sixth brother."

His intuition told him that his friend was in a bad situation.

That phrase, "醍醐灌顶" (a sudden enlightenment), doesn't sound like a good thing.

Uncle Lin's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "Even though the [Enlightenment] can grant the cultivation inheritance of a 20th-rank Marquis, Shao Bai's talent is not lacking, and he could probably reach the top on his own. Fang Liu, what do you think this old man is trying to do?"

Since it's an external force, even if it's highly refined, it will still carry the aura of the previous owner, making it incompatible with the new body. The external force and the native force will begin to fight for ownership of this body. In most cases, the result is death by explosion.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation and at the same time allow the person receiving the "Enlightenment" to inherit the power of the practitioner to the maximum extent, the original foundation of the practitioner must be destroyed before the procedure is performed, and then a portion of the power is borrowed to reshape the meridians, dantian, and martial spirit.

Throughout the entire process, the recipient must remain conscious. If they fall into a coma, the effectiveness of the "Enlightenment" will be greatly reduced.

The pain and risk involved are far too great.

Fang Yan shifted his attention from Shao Chong to the altar.

He keenly noticed that Ji Moqiu's reaction was unusual, as there was no sign of pain on the other person's face: "Let's see."

Uncle Lin had no choice but to suppress his anxiety.

On the altar, the old man was still going mad.

"Fine, fine, Ji Moyu, you're ruthless! It's my bad luck to have fallen for your Gongxi clan's poisonous scheme! But you won't get away with it either!" The old man regained his senses and saw that the altar was empty, with no crawling Gu worms or the Gu King lurking there. Apart from them, there were no other living creatures in the underground palace. He vaguely guessed that he hadn't been deceived at this moment, but that the deception had started a hundred years ago. Filled with hatred, he spat out blood, "At worst, we'll all perish together!"

You want to die, huh?

That big guy perished here!

Ji Moyu's reply was simply: "Give it a try."

Those three simple words were full of provocation.

In his despair and rage, the old man actually tried it.

He tried every method of mutual destruction he knew, but to no avail. The old man belatedly realized that it was the woman relief on the door that had done it.

Ji Moyu's words confirmed his guess.

"The five high priests who cleaned up your mess back then all possessed profound divine power. The Wu Kingdom's Gu calamity exposed all the secrets of the Gongxi clan to the world. To avoid the extermination of the clan, they had no choice but to trap you here. Of course, they also took into account the possibility that you would discover the truth, and prepared a backup plan from the beginning. Otherwise, how could I have been so confident?"

The reliefs on the door depict the lingering regrets of the five high priests.

Although it was a regret, it had been continuously absorbing the power of heaven and earth over the past hundred years. It had accumulated enough power over a hundred years to suppress a 20th-rank Marquis. It was still determined to deal with Wuxin, so there was no possibility of failure.

Upon hearing this, the old man lost his temper and began to curse loudly!

Finally, exhausted from cursing, he simply stopped cursing altogether.

Because he discovered that most of his cultivation had been dissipated, and the rate of loss was getting faster and faster, leaving him with no way to reverse the situation!

Half an hour later, Ji Moyu withdrew his hand.

The old man had been squeezed dry.

As Ji Moqiu, who was focused on maintaining his composure, swayed and fell towards the altar, Ji Moyu raised his hand to catch him. Upon seeing this, the old man cursed again: "Damn it, Ji Moyu, what kind of person did you find?"

[A sudden enlightenment] You must remain clear-headed throughout the entire process!

Ji Moqiu fell into a coma, and all his cultivation was wasted!

This gave the old man the feeling that a robber had stolen his life savings, not to squander it or start a business, but to burn it all right in front of him. This was worse than being killed! After his initial rage, he felt a surge of schadenfreude.

"Hahahaha, your apprentice is ruined too!"

This is a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead!

Ji Moyu did not allow him to be arrogant for long.

“Shaobai is a high priest who cultivates divine power and has been bathed in divine light. He is not the same as a mortal like you. He just ate too much and fell asleep.”

The old man's maniacal laughter was abruptly cut short.

Ji Moyu looked tired and raised his hand to form a hand seal.

The next instant, the old man found himself regaining control of his body. His meridians were shattered, his dantian was empty, and a profound sense of weakness spread throughout his limbs and bones. He raised his hand and slapped Ji Moqiu, who was standing right in front of him. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't even leave a red mark. At that moment, he deeply realized that the ability to move mountains and fill seas was truly gone.

He yelled and grabbed Ji Moqiu by the neck with both hands.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the other person's neck, and the neck under his palm didn't even contract much.

Ji Moyu returned to his own body.

Holding his cane, he stepped onto the altar, coldly looking at the old man who had aged beyond recognition in just a few breaths, and said, "Don't waste your energy, save it for your death."

The old man saw the culprit and wanted to rush over and kill him.

But his body was not strong enough to support him to do so.

"Why! Why is this happening!"

This is the question the old man most wanted to ask.

Ji Moyu looked at the old man who was barely alive, and slowly bent down to sit down: "Some of you are colluding with the Gods' Society."

The old man's shoulders trembled suddenly.

She looked up and stared intently at Ji Moyu.

Ji Moyu said calmly, "So, who is it?"

Leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the old man, he said firmly in an undeniable voice, "After all these years, do you really think I haven't found anything? That you were not involved?"

The old man, panting heavily, averted his eyes.

"The deaths of the five high priests, the entire Gongxi clan, and even my elder brother... is there really no foul play involved?" Ji Moyu's voice was old, yet it could penetrate the old man's eardrums and clearly enter his mind. "Revenge, what's wrong with that?"

After a long while, the old man replied, "No!"

At most, it's just a case of knowing something but not reporting it!

He just didn't expect things to turn out this way!

Ji Moyu said, "Choose a dignified way to die. Whether you die from severed meridians or from old age, it is not dignified for someone who once reached the pinnacle of martial arts."

The old man's breathing became heavier and more labored.

Finally, it gradually slowed down again.

They maintained that posture.

Fang Yan and the other two then cautiously climbed up.

"Dead?"

Fang Yan stretched out his finger to probe the other person's neck.

Ji Moyu: "He died of anger, what was the point?"

Fang Yan and Uncle Lin: "..."

They laid the old man's body flat to one side.

Fang Yan then took Ji Moyu's pulse.

Uncle Lin leaned closer: "How are you now?"

Fang Yan gently shook his head after feeling the pulse.

Ji Moyu, however, took it in stride. He was already at his limit, and even with the High Priest's lingering remnant spirit helping him, controlling the body of a 20th-rank Marquis was no easy task. To ensure everything went smoothly, he ruthlessly burned away his last bit of life force.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for Shaobai to wake up..." Ji Moyu leaned against Uncle Lin, barely managing to sit up, his reluctant gaze always fixed on Ji Moqiu. "When he wakes up, I'll trouble you to take him away from Kaiguo, the farther the better."

Despite Uncle Lin's constant grumbling about how long Ji Moyu could live, at this moment, he showed a sorrowful expression and promised, "A gentleman's word is his bond. I will fulfill the promise I made to you back then, even if it costs me my life. You don't need to worry about Shaobai anymore."

Ji Moyu's voice was very soft and weak, as if each word required all his strength to pronounce: "Remember... tell him to eat well... sleep well, and... not to be sad for... this old man, and not to let this old man be here..."

He used his last bit of strength to turn his head.

The gaze was directed towards the entrance to the underground palace.

At this moment, his vision was blurred, and a chilling aura of death was permeating his entire body, yet his heart was at peace like never before. In the darkness, he felt a pair of gentle eyes watching over him, as if wanting to tell him—Yu'er, don't be afraid!

Ji Moyu's chapped lips twitched.

Uncle Lin and Fang Yan both leaned closer, wanting to hear clearly.

The words "Aniang" are faintly visible.

Fang Yan checked Ji Moyu's pulse and shook his head.

Uncle Lin still felt like he was dreaming, unable to believe it: "That old guy, he just died like that? How is that possible..."

But before she knew it, her eyes welled up with tears.

Despite Ji Moyu's stubborn and unyielding temper, over the years, Lin Sishu has experienced a long-lost fatherly love from him, and Ji Moyu has never been stingy with his knowledge. To Lin Sishu, Ji Moyu is not only his savior but also a mentor and father figure.

Fang Yan sighed, "I'll go check on Shao Bai."

Ji Moqiu woke up a little earlier than expected.

An hour later.

The boy, who had been sleeping peacefully, opened his eyes.

What came into view was Shao Chong's magnified face.

Ji Moqiu started by asking, "Thirteen?"

"He's awake! He's awake!" Shao Chong didn't answer, but jumped up and turned to shout excitedly at Fang Yan and the other person.

Soon the two of them surrounded them.

Uncle Lin looked at Ji Moqiu nervously.

"Shaobai, do you remember who I am?"

According to Ji Moyu's calculations, Ji Moqiu's intelligence aperture should be able to be opened. Once the intelligence aperture is opened, his mind will return, essentially turning him into a different person. Uncle Lin wasn't sure what would happen either; the only one who knew was already dead.

"You are Fourth Uncle."

Ji Moqiu got up and sat up.

He recalled what had happened before he lost consciousness.

Everything I used to see seemed shrouded in a veil of mist, but now, looking back, those scenes become instantly clear. Many things I didn't understand then are now crystal clear.

"Fourth Uncle, where's the teacher?"

Perhaps it was the awakening of his intelligence that caused his voice to lose its previous innocent and childish tone, replaced by a calm and steady one.

Uncle Lin opened his mouth: "He..."

Without him saying a word, Ji Moqiu saw Ji Moyu, who had been lying with his hands clasped to his chest as if asleep, suddenly open his eyes wide. Uncle Lin, fearing he might overreact, said, "Shaobai, your teacher didn't suffer any pain before he passed away. He told you to take good care of yourself!"

Ji Moqiu just stared blankly at it.

After a long while, he struggled to get up, his upper body swaying slightly.

Like a toddler who has just learned to walk, taking one step and then wobbling.

Uncle Lin hurriedly caught up: "Shaobai, please accept my condolences."

Ji Moqiu stopped in front of his teacher's body, knelt down, and raised his hand to touch the other's withered cheek. In the years that teacher and student had spent together, he had been mischievous and curious about why his teacher's beard was white and why his skin had so many soft wrinkles.

I explored while the teacher was asleep with her eyes closed.

He thought he was being very careful, but Ji Moyu always managed to catch him red-handed. At this moment, the latter showed no reaction.

Those stern eyes were closed.

Ji Moqiu looked at Uncle Lin and asked, "Why should I grieve?"

One question stumped Uncle Lin.

Your teacher has already left.

Ji Moqiu nodded: "I know, and then?"

Uncle Lin: "Don't be sad."

Ji Moqiu withdrew his gaze and looked down at his teacher: "I am not sad. Teacher said that after people of our clan die, their souls return to the embrace of the gods. It is not death, but simply shedding the heavy body that binds the soul. We will meet again there. Teacher has just gone ahead. It is a happy event."

Uncle Lin was speechless.

Isn't this just something you say to a child?

Ji Moqiu placed his hand on his teacher's chest, and light overflowed from his palm, transforming into an elaborate high priest's robe on Ji Moyu's body. The mysterious and profound patterns silently emitted a tranquil glow: "Teacher, we'll meet again over there."

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Sigh, I couldn't get a spot with such a huge lead for over a month, so I just forced my way on board. The black and white color scheme reminds me of the big boss.

(End of this chapter)