The Chengdao Zhe Men

Large ships sail around the islands of the world's outer seas, nomadic tribes roam above the oceans, and high tower cities stand between heaven and earth. Roaring blood-silver engines, exquisit...

Chapter Forty: An Encounter with the Black Flag

Chen Jing encountered a woman acting alone, a woman who felt familiar to him, and he subconsciously even thought she was an acquaintance.

Her hair was short and quite soft, and her features were ordinary with no distinguishing features.

Chen Jing could not find any memory of this woman in his mind.

Chen Jing didn't remember her, but the sense of familiarity she gave him was undeniable. This intuition told Chen Jing that he had seen her a few days ago.

She and Chen Jing walked towards her, each carrying a cloth bag with difficulty.

That walking posture...that's it!

In a daze, Chen Jing remembered the girl who had spoken to him in the cabin:

"Are you a member of the Fei family or a member of the Hidden Tower? I am Mo Ke from the Black Flag Mercenary Group..."

Why? She doesn't resemble that person at all. The assassin who called herself Moko is much prettier, and has longer hair...

Chen Jing was taken aback when he realized that he had been staring at the other person for far too long.

This made her notice Chen Jing as well.

Chen Jing saw her instinctively cover her mouth. He immediately understood:

The other party was indeed Mo Ke, who had disguised himself using strange methods and cut his hair short.

She recognized me?

How did she know I would come here?

No, judging from her expression, she was also very surprised?

Was she going to the market to buy food? Yes, the assassins need supplies too…

As his thoughts raced, a smile appeared on Chen Jing's lips.

"Hello," Chen Jing said, pretending that this was not a chance encounter, but something he had expected.

"You...you know I'm here? You recognize me?" Mo Ke lowered his voice and asked softly, "Who are you...we haven't thanked you for your kindness yet."

Chen Jing adhered to the principle of "less talk, fewer mistakes; more talk, more mistakes," and said:

"Saving you is also helping me."

"How much do you know about that blood sacrifice?"

Chen Jing still remembered the task his master had given him: to investigate matters related to blood sacrifice.

After a moment's thought, the girl named Mo Ke shook her head.

"I don't know... Should I go back and ask someone else?"

"By the way, there's a feng shui master behind the mastermind."

What is a Feng Shui master? Does it refer to a practitioner who cultivates a particular type of spiritual energy? Chen Jing wondered. He'd ask his master tomorrow…

"Very good." Chen Jing said indifferently, mimicking his master's manner, as if he didn't care at all.

Under Mo Ke's gaze, his figure and color rapidly disappeared.

Mo Ke stared blankly at the space where Chen Jing had originally been.

I haven't even asked how I'll contact you if I get the information...

Could it be that he can keep finding us? So we don't need to give him our contact information?

The more Mo Ke thought about it, the more he felt that the mysterious person who saved him was truly powerful, terrifying, and unfathomable.

So young...

Mo Ke was stunned for a moment before continuing to carry the cloth bag. He then used his own abilities to infuse spiritual power into the human skin mask on his face, "charging" it and changing his appearance.

Chen Jing, having walked a short distance along the way, realized that he had forgotten to exchange contact information...

"I was too anxious and nervous, and I made such a basic mistake..." Chen Jing thought with some annoyance.

Well, not leaving contact information might not be a bad thing. If they get caught, I might be exposed too...

No, she's seen my face before. If she catches me, I'll be immediately exposed...

I just hope they don't get arrested...

Chen Jing rubbed his temples, feeling extremely uncomfortable about entrusting his fate to others and to destiny itself.

This made him feel like he was shooting himself with a Russian revolver every day!

Whew... I have to have a backup plan. Chen Jing thought that if there was a way to get his younger siblings out of Ash City, he would do it immediately.

It's definitely not now. The mastermind hasn't given up on tracking down the assassins yet. They won't allow anyone to leave now.

Chen Jing muttered to himself, not forgetting his true purpose, and dispelled his invisibility, emerging from the "dark sea" to go buy groceries.

...

As evening approached and after a delicious meal, Chen Jing, who was preparing to secretly cultivate, directly felt that his spiritual power had increased significantly, and he had gained control over a larger portion of the spiritual energy he had absorbed.

He was surprised, realizing that his previous behavior seemed to meet the requirements of the cultivation method.

The cultivation method of warriors requires tempering one's character through combat. So what am I doing? Pretending and deceiving others to temper my character?

Entering a meditative state, Chen Jing looked up again and saw the deep darkness above him.

He gave this mass of darkness, a symbol of knowledge and power, his own name: The Source of Darkness.

At this moment, Chen Jing discovered that a peculiar "power" accumulated by the source of darkness allowed him to use it again and gain knowledge.

"I can ask two questions..." Chen Jing thought to himself.

He asked, "What type of spiritual energy do I cultivate?"

This was the most important question for Chen Jing. If he knew what kind of spiritual energy it was, he could inquire about cultivation methods and mental techniques.

Bang!

Clusters of knowledge and images exploded in Chen Jing's mind.

That was the image of him consuming the black pill.

That is the perception that symbolizes the source of darkness.

Door, childbirth, darkness, the Way, motherhood...

"Profound and mysterious, the gateway to all wonders."

"The spirit of the valley never dies; it is called the mysterious female."

The answer was obvious, exploding in Chen Jing's mind.

The Qi of the Dao! I cultivate the Qi of the Dao.

Chen Jing's mind was still reeling from the knowledge he had just learned, and subconsciously, he asked, "What is the method for cultivating the Qi of the Dao?"

Silence. The source of darkness offered no reply.

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