Chapter 8 The Mountain God's Sword Wants to Stick Close to Me
He Mu reacted quickly. As soon as the lock was opened, he immediately fell silent, took a few steps back, and blocked Wen Rensheng's path.
Although the door was locked, after the commotion during the day, there was likely an ambush set up in this place, so we cannot let our guard down.
Hearing the voice, he stopped trying to be brave. He felt a little uneasy and cautiously poked his head out, gripping the strap of his bundle tightly with one hand.
With a creak, the door was slowly opened a crack by the night breeze.
Then, an extremely sweet scent silently entered the air, like a weightless insect or butterfly reaching the two of them.
I took a sniff at the sound of human voices, and the smell was like thick, damp, and greasy cosmetics that had been soaked in water—it was extremely unpleasant.
His brows furrowed slightly.
“It seems to be this place,” Wenren said in a low voice, “The taste is very similar.”
When Chen Lian took him away, his eyes were also covered with a black cloth, but his other four senses became even more acute as a result.
As soon as you get close to this place, you can detect people by their voices.
He Mu nodded, then kicked open the door and pulled Wen Rensheng inside as well.
After Mu and I quietly closed the door, the two of us finally felt relieved and took the opportunity to look around.
Surprisingly, there was no ambush inside the house.
Strangely, the room was completely dark, with no lights on, and besides the sweet fragrance, there was a pungent smell of dust in the air, as if no one had lived there for years.
In the pitch-black environment, only the eyes that could hear human voices lit up with a faint, eerie blue light.
As a demon, he has excellent night vision, surpassing even Mu's eyesight.
Just as He Mu was lamenting that he hadn't brought a tinderbox, Wen Rensheng took his finger and pointed to the depths of the room.
There was a bed partially covered by a gauze curtain, and a young man was lying crookedly on the bed. Hearing the voice, he quickly recognized the person as Chen Lian.
"Chen Lian seems to be over there," he said softly, shaking He Mu's hand.
He Mu was somewhat surprised. He leaned down slightly and looked in the direction Wen Rensheng was pointing.
It was pitch black; not even a single outline could be discerned.
If Mu Neng hadn't been able to see the spirit directly, he would have had no idea that there was a half-dead person lying there.
Hearing human voices, that stupid monster has shown its tail again.
"You can see that?" He Mu feigned surprise and leaned close to Wen Rensheng's ear, whispering, "Are mortal eyes... really that powerful?"
Hearing a voice, he was immediately terrified, his hair standing on end.
He then realized that ordinary humans cannot see clearly at night!
"No, you must have been mistaken!" Wen Rensheng quickly rubbed his eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Ah! It's so dark, I can't see anything!"
The acting was so bad that Mu almost burst out laughing.
He suppressed a laugh, grasped Wen Rensheng's hand in return, and said in a feigned tone of comfort, "Alright, don't be afraid, my sword will take you away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Se Sha appeared as summoned, standing upright in mid-air beside He Mu.
The plum blossom pattern on the sword shone with a cold, hard white light in the dark environment, illuminating a small corner of the field of vision.
Hearing the voice, he opened his eyes with relief. He first glanced at Chen Lian, who was lying on the bed not far away, and when he found that Chen Lian was not moving, he looked at He Mu's sword with peace of mind.
Although I had sneaked a peek at the statues many times because of the sounds of people, the statues on the snow mountain had been exposed to wind and rain for many years, and their colors had faded to the point that they were almost invisible.
Wenrensheng was very excited to be able to see the mountain god's sword so closely.
He hurriedly tried to take the small wooden sword out of his bundle, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. Then he remembered that he had already given it to He Mu as a gift.
Hearing voices, he was immediately disappointed.
He thought to himself that he should have known better than to show off so eagerly. Now he doesn't even have a sword. How is he going to fight alongside the mountain god?
Children of this age are easily troubled.
Just as he was frowning and pondering what to use as a weapon, the lecherous weapon unexpectedly flashed twice.
Then, as if it could sense his mood, it slowly floated to Wenrensheng's side, turned its sword to the side, and gently lay down.
"ah!"
Hearing a soft cry from someone, he hurriedly reached out to catch it.
As expected, the lecherous killer shrunk its body to a size suitable for hearing human voices with a "pop," and landed lightly in his hand.
This...this...this...
What's going on?!
Hearing the voice, she looked startled and somewhat helplessly grabbed at Se Sha, then looked up at He Mu for help.
He Mu stroked his chin, looking at his sword with a completely bewildered expression.
This situation was completely unexpected.
The swords wielded by cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of the cultivation realm mostly possess their own spirituality. Different swords will exhibit subtle differences in personality due to the different spiritual energy they absorb, and their temperaments are also quite varied.
Se-Kill is a rather aloof type. It's rare to see someone take the initiative to protect others, let alone voluntarily shrink their size to fit in with someone else.
“I’ve never heard of it,” Mu said thoughtfully. “But it doesn’t matter. Since it likes you, you can use it to guide me.”
Upon hearing the voice, the helplessness in his eyes instantly transformed into a joyful light. He could barely contain his excitement as he asked, "Really?"
He Mu smiled and nodded, saying, "Take it. It just so happens that you want to learn martial arts, so you can practice."
Upon hearing the voice, he immediately nodded vigorously. He carefully straightened his sword, gripped the hilt with both hands, and looked ahead with a tense expression.
"I'll do my best!" he silently encouraged himself.
As soon as he finished speaking, several shimmering white threads emerged from the handguards, twisting inwards and binding Wen Rensheng's wrists, like a pair of gentle hands lightly caressing his skin.
He Mu was even more surprised to see this.
The sword spirit is often in harmony with its owner's mind. When He Mu holds this sword, it is a deadly weapon that can cut through jade like water, and its strikes have never been dull.
At this moment, in Wenrensheng's hands, it seems to have gained another half of its soul.
Is it because the monsters have different constitutions?
He Mu also couldn't figure out the meaning of this sword.
But the most important thing right now is to find the whereabouts of the spiritual root. He shook his head, patted Wen Rensheng's back lightly, and said, "Let's go check on Chen Lian's condition first."
Hearing the voice, he nodded, gripped his sword, and slowly moved forward, silently approaching the bed.
As soon as you get close, a strong stench of blood hits you.
Upon hearing the voice, his face immediately fell, and he turned his head slightly away, using one hand to pinch his nose.
What is this... It smells awful!
He muttered something to himself, and after barely getting used to the smell, he turned his attention back to Chen Lian.
Chen Lian slept like a log, without even taking off his clothes. The wounds he had sustained earlier had not been treated at all. A sore had formed on his forehead, and ochre-red blood was still seeping down, almost soaking half of the bedding.
He was left here like a rag, a far cry from the way he was pampered by his teachers during the day.
good……
Ugh, I feel like throwing up...
This was the first time Wen Rensheng had ever seen such a disgusting scene. He felt a bitter taste in his throat, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help but flinch.
He had just taken a half step back when he felt a force coming from behind, gently stopping his timid steps.
"Don't be afraid, he's still alive." He patted Wenrensheng's back reassuringly and said, "Hold on tight. With a sword in hand, there's no reason to back down."
Once you've taken the sword, there's no turning back.
Upon hearing a voice, he immediately felt empowered, and he gave a strong "hmm," his eyes becoming much more determined.
He mustered his courage and took a step forward.
All that could be seen was Chen Lian's slightly parted lips, emitting soft snoring sounds, indicating that he was indeed not dead.
Upon closer listening, one could still discern a few indistinct murmurs in one's sleep.
"next time……"
"...will...him..."
He Mu looked at Chen Lian with a somewhat disgusted expression. With a slight movement of his finger, a silencing spell was quietly cast, sealing Chen Lian's upper and lower lips together.
The room immediately became much quieter.
Although Chen Lian's miserable state was extremely disgusting, Hen Rensheng was not unfamiliar with blood. After seeing it up close so many times, the sense of aversion in his heart had decreased considerably.
He Mu leaned down and glanced at it, then whispered, "The Lust Killer can detect spiritual roots. It can detect them on the shoulders, back, and chest. Try to find an aura that matches yours."
"Mobilize your inner energy and make the sword respond to your spiritual power."
Hearing the voice nod, the lecherous weapon in his hand slowly descended.
Only when you hold a sword of its full weight can you feel how different its weight is from that of a wooden sword. The more force you apply, the less stable your grip becomes.
Coupled with his lack of strength, Wen Ren's arm gradually trembled, and it looked as if the lecherous killer was about to slip from his palm.
Seeing this, He Mu gently hooked his finger, supporting the sword slightly at its wrist, which helped stabilize the sword.
With his sword no longer trembling, he naturally stopped being nervous upon hearing human voices. He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to use the method taught by He Mu to sense Chen Lian's spiritual root.
Fortunately, Wenrensheng seems to be exceptionally gifted in the area of "perception".
He quickly realized that Chen Lian's spiritual root did not contain his own aura.
Not only that, the power of the Dust-Gathering Spirit Root is very chaotic, seemingly mixed with many different types of spiritual power, just like different colors of dye mixed in the same dye vat, extremely chaotic.
After waiting a while, Mu asked, "How is it?"
Hearing the voice, he shook his head and answered truthfully, "I can't sense my spiritual power on him."
He Mu raised an eyebrow and analyzed, "It seems that after he took half of your spiritual root, he didn't refine it for himself. So why did he have to take your spiritual root?"
A voice asked, "Did you give it to someone else?"
After pondering this conjecture for a moment, Mu finally shook his head.
“Probably not. The fact that you were able to gain the approval of Se Sha shows that your spiritual root is not weak,” He Mu said. “But in the battle with the Sword Sect during the day, I could sense that the people in this sect are all third-rate cultivators who can’t amount to anything. It’s impossible that they would have such strength after absorbing your spiritual root.”
Hearing the voice, he realized that the mountain god was praising his intelligence.
He immediately felt a little embarrassed, scratched his face, and replied softly, "I will continue to work hard."
He Mu responded with an "Mmm" upon hearing the voice, and then asked, "In that case, do you have any other impressions of this room?"
He had been dizzy from the smell of blood when he heard the voices, but now that he had gotten used to it, the sweet, cloying scent of perfume that he had initially smelled returned to his senses, which also stirred up his memories.
There's no mistake, he must have been brought here.
At that time, Chen Lian blindfolded him and threw him into a pitch-black space.
A strange incense was burning there, emitting this cloyingly sweet scent.
Thinking of this, Wen Rensheng immediately focused his mind and began to slowly move his feet in search of the scent.
He Mu didn't disturb him and quietly followed Wen Rensheng's steps.
After walking halfway around the room, hugging the wall, the two stopped in front of a bookshelf.
Hearing the voice, he pointed to the bookshelf and said, "That smell is strongest here; I should have been placed here."
He Mu glanced at the bookshelf.
The two rows of books were filled with scrolls and volumes containing secrets of the cultivation world, and they were covered in dust, showing that they hadn't been touched in a long time.
In the center of the bookshelf stood a row of four porcelain pieces, each of varying heights and widths, which perfectly filled the empty space.
He Mu squinted and observed the surroundings, quickly noticing that one of the porcelain pieces had significantly less dust on it.
"...A mechanism?" he murmured.
As he spoke, he gripped the large bottle with one hand, his fingertips tracing the grooves of the bottle downwards. Finding a gap, he and Mu twisted the bottle to the side with a slight force.
Then, with a "thud," the entire bookshelf and the floor in the study began to shake slightly.
He Mu immediately shielded Wen Rensheng and cautiously observed the surrounding situation.
Before long, the disc under the bookshelf began to spin at a slow and steady pace, as if to take the two of them to the back of the bookshelf.
Hearing voices, his heart raced. He clung tightly to one of Mu's thighs, his hand gripping the sword sweating.
"Don't be afraid," He Mu whispered reassuringly.
Hearing the voice, he nodded and focused his attention to carefully observe the surrounding scenery.
There was indeed a hidden world behind the bookshelf.
Hidden here is a small, enclosed space barely wide enough for three people. Directly opposite the bookshelf is a hidden stone door, the cracks of which are covered with moss.
Strangely, the hidden door was covered with ghost talismans, and a four-cornered copper bell hung from each of the two corners of the eaves, making it extremely secure, as if they were terrified of the evil spirits behind the door.
At the same time, Wen Rensheng felt his meridians surging. The spiritual energy that was originally so weak as to be imperceptible suddenly began to flow strongly, as if it was desperately reminding him of something.
Hearing the voices, he hugged He Mu even tighter. Fear resurfaced in his eyes, and he pointed with trembling hands at the hidden door.
"like……"
The aura of the spiritual root was right behind the door.
A note from the author:
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I'm going to an exhibition tomorrow, so I'll be taking a break from updating for the day [pity][pity]. I'll be giving out red envelopes in the next chapter.
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