Chapter 9: Do you prefer the mountain god or this sword?
The sword seemed to sense the power behind the door as well, and its blade trembled slightly.
"A talisman to suppress evil spirits..." He Mu lifted the talisman on the door, pondering, "Could it be that it sealed the spiritual root together with some evil spirit?"
Hearing the voices, his face turned pale. The sudden surge of spiritual energy made his body uncomfortable, and he felt a bitter taste in his throat, with a faint urge to vomit.
"Hmm..."
He let out a low groan, then quickly covered his mouth.
No, don't complain.
The spiritual root is right in front of us; we just need to be patient for a little while and we'll get through this.
That's what I thought, but the feeling brought by this spiritual flow was like sitting on a rocking boat. The more I tried to hold back, the stronger the acid reflux in my stomach became.
Hearing the voice, his eyes reddened, and he couldn't help but hunch over, letting out two weak groans.
"Adjust your breathing; your internal energy is flowing in reverse."
He Mu quickly noticed Wen Rensheng's unusual behavior. He pulled Wen Rensheng's wrist, checked his pulse with two fingers, and then took out a talisman from his waist and stuck it to the center of Wen Rensheng's shoulder blade.
As soon as it was affixed, a ghostly blue flame suddenly ignited on the talisman, quickly burning the talisman paper to ashes.
After the talisman burned, Wen Rensheng's breathing became much smoother. He clutched his chest and felt a faint warmth.
The flames that had been flickering on the talisman seemed to have entered his body.
"Are you feeling better now?" He Mu asked. "Your spiritual root has been separated from your body for too long, so you're bound to feel a little uncomfortable. I transferred some spiritual energy to you."
This time, Mu took the initiative to reach out her hand, signaling Wen Rensheng to hold her hand.
Hearing the voice, he blinked, stared blankly at He Mu's hand, and then looked up at his eyes.
"What, aren't you scared anymore?" He Mu's eyes crinkled into a smile.
Only after hearing the voices did he belatedly realize that the mountain god wanted to hold his hand, meaning he was being protected.
He nodded quickly, grasped Mu's little finger, and his beautiful, icy eyes sparkled with joy.
“I was scared,” he said happily, “especially, especially, especially scared.”
He didn't seem scared at all.
But the child's smile was so adorable that He Mu couldn't resist pinching his cheeks, so he didn't have a chance to say anything to expose him.
Holding Wenrensheng's hand, Mu became much more cautious in his actions.
He removed a talisman from the door, and the spiritual energy quickly reacted, causing the four copper bells on either side to tremble violently, producing a piercing, ear-piercing sound.
Faintly, voices could be heard coming from behind the door, along with several painful groans. Something was repeatedly ramming against the stone door, as if it could break through at any moment.
"Is this really my spiritual root?" Wen Rensheng couldn't help but ask, "Why is it so unfriendly?"
He Mu said, "There are two different spiritual energies resisting each other, and there is probably something else trapped inside."
Hearing the voice, she gave a half-understanding "oh" and subconsciously tightened her grip on He Mu's hand.
"Won't it be amazing?"
“No,” He Mu casually tossed aside the talisman in his hand, “Even you could easily handle this.”
"Really?" Hearing the voice, she made a bitter face. "But I..."
“Really,” He Mu said firmly, “Don’t lack confidence. You have great talent, you just lack some opportunities.”
He paused, then added, "You can rest assured that I will guide you to find this opportunity."
Hearing Mu say this, Wen Rensheng's fear instantly subsided considerably.
That's right, we must not lose faith.
Although he lost half of his spiritual root, didn't the mountain god lend him his sword?
With such a powerful killer ability, as long as he doesn't get nervous, he'll definitely be able to use it effectively.
Hey, speaking of which, I just felt my hands were so light, like I wasn't carrying anything at all...
Only after hearing voices did he belatedly look down at his palms.
It was empty, there was nothing there.
"..."
"Where's the sword?!"
Hearing voices, he covered his face and shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the lecherous killer appeared, shimmering with silver light, and slowly floated in front of Wenrensheng.
It remained still, with only the plum blossom pattern on the blade flickering on and off, as if it were breathing steadily.
Hearing the voices, he remembered that in his fear, he had thrown off his sword and turned to hug He Mu's legs.
If it weren't for Se Sha's high spirituality, he probably would have smashed a hole in his skin.
"sorry!"
Upon hearing voices, he immediately bowed and apologized.
The color-killing creature didn't seem angry; it hung quietly in mid-air, seemingly waiting for Wen Rensheng to catch it again.
But the next problem immediately followed.
Hearing the voice, she was still holding He Mu's hand with one hand, and she couldn't control the weight of Se Sha with just one hand. She needed at least three hands to take care of both sides.
No matter which one I give up, it will make me seem biased, and the other one will definitely be sad.
Oh, I'm completely overwhelmed!
Hearing the voices, she looked at Se Sha one moment and He Mu the next, her eyes darting around anxiously.
Seeing him so flustered, like a little dog that couldn't find its tail, He Mu smiled slightly and chuckled softly.
Kids are really interesting.
“Sheng Sheng,” He Mu leaned forward slightly and asked deliberately, “Do you like it, or do you like me?”
Hearing voices nearly made him cry; he gripped He Mu's hand and stammered, "..."
"I...I..."
He stammered for ages, his brain practically burning out, but he still couldn't come up with a way to answer Mu's question.
Seeing that Wenrensheng was about to burst into tears, He Mu then stopped and released her.
"Alright, alright," he said, ruffling Wenrensheng's hair. "You're about to get your spiritual root back and become a great hero, so why are you crying?"
He sniffed when he heard the voice, his eyes full of confusion.
He Mu didn't say much. He raised his chin at the sword in Wen Rensheng's hand and said, "Take the sword for protection. I'll break the formation."
"..."
Before Wen Rensheng realized he had been tricked by He Mu, he gripped his sword with teary eyes and obediently stepped aside.
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Although the weapon in his hand had shrunk in size, it was still quite heavy. Hearing the voice, he held it with all his might, but his mind was filled with the image of him tightly embracing the mountain god just now.
He hadn't relied on someone like this in a long time.
Or rather, it's been a long time since someone he can rely on has appeared.
But the mountain god is very reliable. Hearing human voices, people always subconsciously want to rely on him, or even stick to him, just like the two shadows under the moon, their souls are tightly connected.
Like family.
Sigh, why do I always fail at crucial moments?
Hearing voices, she pouted and muttered to herself.
Mingming never stutters or stammers when playing with hand shadows on Fangze Mountain.
Could it be, as the mountain god said, that it's because of a lack of self-confidence?
Or is it because you haven't communicated with others for too long, so you get nervous when you speak?
"well……"
Hearing someone's voice, she sighed softly, her round eyes filled with sorrow.
Just as he was feeling down, he suddenly felt a slight itch on his arm.
Looking down, several beams of spiritual energy emerged from Se Sha's hand guards, gently encircling Wen Rensheng's wrist like silk threads.
This power is as gentle as a babbling brook, flowing slowly over the skin and reaching the soul, smoothing out all the sharp, rough, and fluctuating emotional edges.
Gradually, the emotions of hearing human voices seemed to be soothed by the sword.
A look of joy appeared on his face as he leaned closer to the hilt of the sword and whispered, "Thank you!"
What a fine sword that doesn't hold grudges!
Hearing the voice, he composed himself, straightened his sword-wielding posture, and looked up at He Mu again.
He had just told Mu that he needed to break the formation, so he had to provide proper assistance from the sidelines.
But what exactly does "breaking the formation" mean?
Should we use talismans or magic spells?
Although he couldn't hear anyone's voice, he could only play a supporting role by standing by and encouraging them.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard some soft "ding-dong" sounds coming from Mu's direction.
Hearing voices, he looked up and saw Mu Shaoshi fumbling with the door for a while, then tapping it twice with his knuckles, seemingly trying to pinpoint the weakest point of the stone door.
"Ah," Wenren opened his mouth, "Could it be—"
Before this sentence was finished, the next moment, He Mu suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on the rough stone door, while his other hand abruptly pulled his arm back.
Immediately, his veins bulged, he transformed his palm into a fist, and unleashed a burst of power at an extremely fast speed!
Bang!
With a deafening roar, a cloud of dust half a person's height rose around He Mu. Where the fist landed, the stone door cracked like a spider web, then collapsed, and boulders rolled down.
Fortunately, Se Sha promptly erected a barrier, blocking the dust from Wen Rensheng's face, preventing him from coughing uncontrollably.
The moment the stone door was smashed open, Wen Rensheng was so startled by the loud noise that he closed his eyes for a moment.
But he quickly opened his eyes again, his gaze sparkling with a different kind of excitement, sweeping away the gloom from before.
"Super cool, right?" Wen Rensheng couldn't help but say to the lecherous weapon in his hand, "I want to become a hero like that someday!"
After saying that, he imitated He Mu's mannerisms and punched the air, slightly dispersing some dust.
"Phew," a voice said smugly, "that's how handsome I am."
He Mu, who had broken through the demonic barrier with brute force, clapped his hands and strode across the pile of rubble. Hearing the voices and seeing this, He Mu quickly grabbed his sword and followed behind him.
The two of them stepped into the deepest part of the room.
The scenery inside was soon revealed to Wen Rensheng, and he finally saw the source of the sweet fragrance.
Four incense burners were neatly arranged around the edge of the wall in the room. Instead of burning incense sticks, the burners contained several living creatures that looked like worms, their bodies sizzling and writhing as they were roasted by the undying flames.
In the center of the incense burner was a worn-out rattan chair, on which sat an elderly person.
No, it was less a "person" and more a skeleton, so thin that only a layer of skin covered his body. The rouge worms that crawled out of the incense burner kept wriggling on his body, as if they wanted to gnaw on his flesh.
However, the old man seemed to have no will to live, his head bowed, making the chair creak and groan incessantly.
He wasn't afraid of insects, even though he usually loved catching butterflies. But seeing this strange scene, he was still somewhat timid.
He pulled He Mu's red cloak over his head, gripping the red sword tightly in his hands, giving himself a sense of security.
"Is he a human or a ghost?" Wen Ren asked cautiously, her voice trembling. "Why is something like this still locked up in Chen Lian's room? Is he still alive?"
These questions were beyond Mu Ye's ability to answer for the time being. He focused his mind, his eyes turning crimson gold again as he stared intently at the person in the rattan chair.
After a long silence, He Mu opened his mouth and said, "Neither born nor destroyed, neither human nor ghost."
Neither born nor dying, neither human nor ghost, what does that mean?
Hearing voices sent chills down his spine, and he tugged at Mu's cloak, wrapping himself up like a bride with a veil.
Then he heard Mu Piao say, "Your other half of your spiritual root is in him. As long as you take his life, you can get your spiritual root back."
Upon hearing the words "take his life," Wen Ren immediately put down his murderous intent and reached for his bundle.
The Three Pure Bells that He Mu had given him were still lying intact in the bundle.
Before setting off, he repeatedly reminded himself that only by ringing the bell could Mu make his move to kill. Such an opportunity was precious and he must not miss it due to recklessness.
Hearing the voice, he didn't even bother with his sword. He quickly picked up the Three Pure Bells and shook it twice with all his might before he could even speak to Mu.
However, apart from the faint rustling of clothes, no other sound was heard.
Upon hearing the voice, he looked surprised and stared blankly at the Three Pure Ones Bell in his hand.
No sound?
Could it be that his strength was too weak and the Heavenly Court did not hear him?
Upon hearing the voice, he panicked and quickly grabbed the bridge knot, shaking the bell with even greater effort.
After a moment, the Sanqing Bell slowly began to ring, a sound like the gongs and drums of a night watchman, which made people uneasy.
"when--"
"It rang!" Hearing the voice, he quickly looked at He Mu. "Is this okay?"
He Mu's expression did not improve. He frowned as he looked at the Sanqing Bell in Wen Rensheng's hand, and opened his mouth as if to say something.
However, before they could finish speaking, a familiar voice came from the entrance behind them, interrupting He Mu's reply.
"A human voice can be heard,"
The man's words were tinged with sarcasm.
"Looks like you have plenty of friends."
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