Chapter 42

Chu Jinglan stood with a sword in hand. Although he was at the bottom of the stairs and being looked down upon, he remained neither humble nor overbearing, and pierced through all the arrogance head on.

He said, "Why not?"

Jing Lei held the broad hilt of the sword and examined him: "Okay, I'll tell you the rules. You can use two Xuan-level magic weapons at a time. Other than that, you are not allowed to use other magic weapons. You are not allowed to take elixirs after fighting."

With Chu Jinglan's current weak spiritual power, the Xuan-level magic weapon in his hand could not exert its full power, including the sword in his hand, which could not emit any spiritual light.

As for any elixir that can forcibly improve one's cultivation level in a short period of time, there is no need to consider it, because it is useless for people whose dantian is destroyed.

Jing Lei was a sturdy man, wielding a huge sword, and standing on a high ground with an imposing manner like a mountain: "You have one chance today, and that is now. Of course, you can choose not to fight. It's just a loss of a challenge opportunity, which is harmless."

This is a losing game.

If he accepted it, Chu Jinglan would be defeated miserably in front of the mountain gate of Yushan Sect, in front of many people. At that time, there was no telling how many different looks the onlookers would cast on him. The mountain gate and Jinglan would probably leave deep marks in his mind, like a mountain with no end in sight, pressing him down and making it impossible for him to get over it.

Failure is a terrible thing and can easily destroy one's spirit.

But what Chu Jinglan feared least was climbing over mountains and riding the waves on the sea.

Chu Jinglan put down the box behind him, took a recovery pill, replenished his precarious physical strength, and then raised his eyes, frost-like sword: "Please give me your advice."

Even if it was a losing game, even if there were people who would ridicule and mock him, for the sake of his own goal, Chu Jinglan would resolutely take up his sword and move forward without backing down.

Xiao Mo found himself unable to take his eyes away.

Even if Chu Jinglan was defeated, his figure would be more eye-catching than anyone else, and no one could help but recognize his courage at this moment.

Xiao Mo felt a little sad at heart, but as a witness, he would continue to watch with perseverance, no matter whether Chu Jinglan was in dire straits or he was shining brightly.

The competition in front of the mountain gate did not last too long. One was in the early stage of Qi training, and the other was in the middle stage of Golden Core. Even if Jing Lei only used 10% of his spiritual power, it would be enough to kill Chu Jinglan easily.

One move is enough to decide the outcome.

Chu Jinglan's back smashed the stone slab in front of the mountain gate, leaving a crack. The sword fell to his side. His eyes went dark and he didn't care about the expressions or sounds of the people around him. The only thing in his mind was the move that Jinglei had just made.

...You don't even need any skills, it's just the overwhelming strength, the difference is like heaven and earth.

Chu Jinglan's mouth was already filled with a dry smell of blood due to physical overdrawn, and now it became wet. Just as a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth, a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

But Chu Jinglan's vision was still dark and he couldn't see clearly. When something approached his mouth, he subconsciously closed his lips until he felt something cool touching the corner of his lips.

Like satin, cool yet delicate and smooth.

...It is the warmth that I feel when Xiao Mo touches me occasionally.

Chu Jinglan loosened his teeth and the pill went smoothly into his mouth.

The smell of blood was diluted by the bitter taste of the elixir. When Chu Jinglan regained his sight, all he could see was Xiao Mo.

The Yushan Sect disciples and Jing Lei left at some point, and the elixir was slowly taking effect. The internal injuries were not serious, and the elixir would take half a day to recover. But the problem was that Chu Jinglan was so exhausted that he couldn't even move a finger.

Xiao Mo used the cleansing technique to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled his arm, lifted him up with the black mist, and carried him on his back.

Chu Jinglan's hands dropped in front of him, his eyes moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Although they spent several hours to complete the so-called mission, they woke up too early in the morning, so it was only afternoon now, which was the time for the disciples to be active. Xiao Mo carried him into the gate of Yushan Sect. Some disciples pretended not to see them to avoid embarrassment, while others quietly gave him a thumbs up.

Although he lost, many people still admired his courage.

However, Chu Jinglan lowered his eyes and didn't see anything.

The small shabby house was far away from where most people lived. After a while, they did not meet any other disciples on the road. Only Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were left.

Xiao Mo carried Chu Jinglan on his back, and couldn't help but think of the last time Chu Jinglan had a fever. He also carried Chu Jinglan on his back like this, and they also walked on a mountain road.

But at that time Chu Jinglan was unconscious and had no consciousness.

This time I was awake.

"Twice," Xiao Mo did not mention the previous competition, but said something else, "I have carried you twice. When will you try to carry me? I have never been carried by anyone before."

Xiao Mo asked him, "How does it feel to be on someone else's back?"

Chu Jinglan: "...I don't feel anything."

Xiao Mo: "Okay, tell me where it hurts, and I'll get you some medicine."

It didn't hurt. Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo could always switch the topic between normal chatting and business at will, and no one would find it abrupt. Chu Jinglan took the initiative to mention Jing Lei in the next sentence.

"The Thunder's moves are wide and powerful, using fierce force to defeat the enemy. The sword follows its master."

Xiao Mo Wushuang continued: "So it's not enough for you to just find the flaws in his moves, you also have to be able to withstand his pressure."

Neither of them mentioned how badly they had lost, or how it felt, and they kept thinking about what to do next time.

The realm gap is there, and the spiritual pressure is not so easy to resist. Some cultivators cannot even stand the pressure when facing powerful beings whose realm is far beyond their own. This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

But this is a battle that Chu Jinglan must win, so they don't need to reflect on their emotions, they just need to think about how to do it.

Retreat and fear are not in the dictionary, they have no place.

"Looking for the flaw in the move... It's too slow for you to do it alone, Senior Brother Chu, I'm not trying to hit you, I'm just being honest. You can't force him to use a second move in at least ten days."

Chu Jinglan was not shocked. He was very self-aware: "Yeah."

Xiao Mo thought: "That's too slow. This is a difficult question. Let's put it aside for now and look at another question: how can you withstand his pressure."

Xiao Mo: "You can use two magic weapons, the sword takes up one position, and the remaining one is a defensive magic weapon to share some of the pressure?"

Chu Jinglan said in surprise: "I want to use a magical weapon that can disrupt his actions."

Defense might not be of much use, so he wanted to use both magic weapons on offense.

"Does that mean you have to take time to get used to the pressure by getting beaten every day?" Xiao Mo felt that this was not a good idea. For the two key questions of the Victory over Thunder test, if they could only come up with such answers, not only would the examiner not agree with them, they themselves would not agree.

But what else can we do?

Pressure, adapt, adapt...ah, an idea suddenly came to Xiao Mo's mind.

It is true that one needs to adapt, but no one stipulates that it must be Jing Lei himself who applies the pressure, right?

As long as the pressure is similar, it will be fine!

There is no need to look for anyone else, there is the most ready-made helper right in front of you.

Xiao Mo.

He is at the Yuanying stage, a Jindan with the power of Jingleicai. Can't Xiao Mo handle the pressure of the Jindan stage's 10% spiritual power with ease?

After all, the laws of the world dictate that he is not allowed to harm any living being, and that does not include Chu Jinglan.

The laws will not interfere with what the inner demon does to the entity.

Xiao Mo finally thought of a good solution and told Chu Jinglan about it immediately. Chu Jinglan was on his back, his eyes paused for a moment, and then he whispered, "Okay."

It was indeed a good idea for Xiao Mo to release the pressure to allow Chu Jinglan to adapt, but neither of them thought of it at the first moment. They pondered for a while before coming up with an idea.

The natural opposition between the inner demon and the true self was clearly before their eyes, yet they briefly ignored it.

Xiao Mo sighed: "It's been too long since we hurt each other. We've both become dull."

Although Xiao Mo once mentioned that he would "have a special quarrel every once in a while" to improve his performance, Chu Jinglan's mood has been good recently, and his points have been steadily improving, so there is no need for quarreling, so he did not really do it.

Chu Jinglan was too lazy to retort to Xiao Mo's sigh. His eyes fell on Xiao Mo and he wanted to glance at him subconsciously, but at this moment, Chu Jinglan was on Xiao Mo's back.

So when his eyes fell down, he saw Xiao Mo's dark hair and a short section of his jade-like neck.

The light blue satin only covered half of her neck, like a piece of warm and beautiful jade being delicately wrapped, while her black hair and skin were distinctly black and white, and the strong color difference reflected an indescribable beauty.

Although only the side can be seen, the neck is still dazzlingly white.

At least it caught Chu Jinglan off guard.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

His sight suddenly became dark and he quickly retracted it, passing over Xiao Mo's shoulder and falling heavily to the ground.

Xiao Mo had just finished one question and was still thinking about how to solve another one when he noticed that Chu Jinglan's body seemed to stiffen for a moment and then fell silent.

Xiao Mo immediately tilted his head: "You are not really feeling unwell, are you? We are not short of medicine now."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "No."

...What are you doing leaning over here? You're too close.

He now had no strength to move, and he couldn't even stand up on Xiao Mo's back and move away.

Chu Jinglan could only keep his eyes fixed on the ground and not move away no matter what.

Chu Jinglan didn't understand why.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +10! ]

It’s not a huge bonus, but it’s still a plus.

Xiao Mo: Just because of the phrase “hurt each other”?

Well, there's no other reason.

Okay, Chu Jinglan was sure enough complaining about him in his heart. He didn't refute it just now, so he must have silently said something to him, which led to extra points.

The case is solved.

It doesn’t matter. Almost everyone will complain in their hearts, but the devil in their heart can still hold the boat, so forgive him.

After returning to the cabin, Xiao Mo put Chu Jinglan down and let the system scan Chu Jinglan's physical condition. Half an hour later, he fed Chu Jinglan another pill.

Chu Jinglan's hands and feet had regained some strength. He propped himself up, sat on the head of the bed, and worked with Xiao Mo to solve the remaining questions: breaking the silk with the Thunder move.

After discussing for a while, no conclusion was reached and then there was a knock on the door.

Thanks to the reinforcement of the door panel, the wooden board that was about to fall to the ground with a poke was turned into a real door and can receive guests.

Xiao Mo opened the door and found it was Song Xuan.

Song Xuan stood outside the door, smiling, "Junior Brother Xiao."

Xiao Mo stood inside the door, smiling: "Senior Brother Song."

The two of them just stood there, both talking and laughing.

But Xiao Mo didn't show any intention of moving aside.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

"There are no chairs in this room. We can't ask you to sit on the bed. That would be too disrespectful."

Song Xuan was very easy to talk to: "It's okay, I don't mind."

Xiao Mo said obediently: "I am the one who minds. Senior brother is generous, I am narrow-minded, compared with senior brother, I am really ashamed of myself."

Song Xuan: “…”

He knew that this was not a pure white flour dumpling.

"Okay, okay," he said, waving his hands, "Do you want me to help you move to a better room?"

Xiao Mominrui heard the hidden meaning: "Senior Jing Lei has given in?"

Song Xuan was not surprised by his intelligence: "Yes, good news. Because Junior Brother Chu dared to challenge him in front of the mountain gate, Senior Uncle Jing Lei took note of him. From tomorrow on, if you don't need the monthly salary, you don't have to go to the Office Hall at 1:00 a.m. to receive your tasks."

"The room doesn't need to be changed," Xiao Mo quickly replied, "In exchange, can you tell us about Senior Jing Lei's moves?"

Song Xuan crossed his arms and looked at him: "Oh, you're thinking of this?"

"But even though you call me Senior Brother so sweetly, I can't help you with this matter. I suggest you go and try it with him directly."

He looked into the room and said, "I'm good at judging people. Junior Brother Chu should have a good chance of getting a solution. But I have to pour a basin of cold water on you first."

Song Xuan said: "In the past, many people from the big sects came to visit us, and everyone guessed that they might have obtained the method through coercion or bribery. In fact, it was not the case. At the beginning, Master Jing Lei would tell them directly, but after they got the method, there was no second person whose Dantian was restored, because none of them dared to try."

"Later, Master Lei got annoyed and set up a bunch of inexplicable rules. But you should also be mentally prepared in advance, maybe the final result will not be satisfactory."

Song Xuan's words were indeed well-intentioned. Xiao Mo also frowned and said to Song Xuan sincerely, "Thank you."

"But it doesn't matter. Even if this doesn't work, we won't despair." Xiao Mo's eyes seemed to be filled with spiritual light, and his mind was clear and bright. "Chu Jinglan will definitely be able to rebuild his Dantian."

Songxuan didn't understand where his confidence came from. It was not overwhelming, but as comfortable and natural as the breeze. However, it was this ease that made people look at him with new eyes.

He turned his gaze and found that Chu Jinglan was also looking at Xiao Mo.

Song Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

"I haven't asked you yet, you two are brothers, right? You have a really good relationship."

To the outside world, they really act like brothers. Xiao Mo didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn here, but he still nodded in agreement.

Song Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "I am also looking forward to the next miracle. Having said that, let's go now - do we really not need to change rooms?"

Xiao Mo was not polite: "No, it's quiet here."

It is also more convenient for them to do whatever they want.

After Song Xuan left, Xiao Mo turned around and found Chu Jinglan staring at him. Xiao Mo walked over and poked his shoulder: "Lie down and rest for a while. You should be able to recover by the evening."

Chu Jinglan lay down under the force, staring at the beams, and suddenly said, "You release the pressure tonight, and I will try to resist."

Hearing this, Xiao Mo took a look at Chu Jinglan's current half-paralyzed state. Chu Jinglan was very tired today and he was not in a state of hyperactivity just now. Xiao Mo thought he should have a good rest today.

"Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?" he asked.

"I don't know." Chu Jinglan said, "Now that you've thought of it, let's do it. If we take action, maybe we can find a way to solve another problem."

Chu Jinglan was not anxious, and his expression was very calm. Xiao Mo was sure that he did not panic because of his eagerness to achieve success, and that he made the decision seriously, so he nodded: "Okay."

Chu Jinglan: "I'll take a short rest first."

"Well, I'll call you later."

Chu Jinglan slowly closed his eyes.

He was indeed not upset or impatient, and was very calm, but perhaps he was still a little impulsive.

It might be the overly powerful pressure from the thunder that made him feel directly the gap between the battle between the useless people and the monks; it might also be the figure of Xiao Mo who was standing at the door just now.

It was light and casual, as if it was just a simple remark.

But it made him feel... that he was invincible.