Deep in the Zangdao Mountains, at the foot of a cliff rarely visited by people.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged on a flat bluestone, surrounded by faint sword shadows, deeply immersed in cultivation. As the notary elder of Cangdao Mountain and also Ling Chen's senior uncle, his swordsmanship had already reached its peak, only one step away from the Great Perfection.
"who?"
Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, and the sword shadows around him instantly solidified!
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, dressed in ordinary blue cloth clothes, hands in pockets, looking at him with great interest. It was Lin Zhou.
"Who are you? Why do you trespass on my place of cultivation?" Before Chen Mo finished speaking, he was already standing with his sword, the tip of which was pointed directly at Lin Zhou. A sharp sword intent soared into the sky. This was his trump card, containing his lifelong understanding of the way of the sword, enough to make even ordinary great powers retreat!
He could sense that the person in front of him, though seemingly ordinary, was unfathomable, as if he were one with heaven and earth, giving him a feeling of not knowing where to begin.
Lin Zhou looked at the sword tip thrusting towards him, a smile playing on his lips. He extended his right index finger and flicked it lightly.
"Buzz—!"
A seemingly ordinary wisp of spiritual energy shot out from the fingertip and struck the tip of the sword precisely.
"clang!"
After the crisp sound, Chen Mo felt an immense force coming from the tip of the sword, as if he had hit an invisible mountain. His wrist trembled violently, and the longsword almost flew out of his hand!
What shocked him even more was that after the wisp of spiritual energy deflected the sword tip, it didn't stop at all, as if it had eyes, and flew straight towards his chest!
Chen Mo hurriedly sheathed his sword to parry, but was still forced back by the wisp of spiritual energy. He took seven or eight steps back before regaining his footing. His chest heaved with blood and qi, and his face turned slightly pale.
“This…” Chen Mo looked at Lin Zhou, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His strongest sword strike was easily neutralized by a casual finger from his opponent? Moreover, that wisp of spiritual energy was clearly just a casual gesture from his opponent, who hadn't even revealed their true strength!
This level of strength is beyond his comprehension!
Chen Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. He sheathed his longsword, cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Lin Zhou, and said in a respectful tone, "Senior's strength is unfathomable. I was very rude just now. Please forgive me."
"It's alright." Lin Zhou waved his hand casually. "You helped my disciple Xiao Chen, so I've come to thank you."
"Disciple? Xiao Chen?" Chen Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up at Lin Zhou abruptly. "Senior... are you Xiao Chen's master?"
He finally understood why Xiao Chen possessed such strength and character at such a young age—with such an unfathomable master, it would be difficult not to be formidable!
"I guess so." Lin Zhou nodded. "You helped him. Tell me, what's your wish? As long as it's within my power, I'll grant it."
He hates owing favors, especially those that could lead to karmic consequences. He has to repay them as soon as possible to avoid future troubles that could disrupt his peaceful, carefree life.
"Senior, you flatter me." Chen Mo quickly waved his hand. "Brother Xiao Chen was upright and honorable on the life-and-death stage. Qin Yue was not as skilled as him. I only intervened to uphold the rules and dare not ask for anything in return."
"Enough with the nonsense." Lin Zhou waved his hand impatiently, took out a small jade bottle from his storage bag, and tossed it to Chen Mo. "Here you go."
Chen Mo caught the jade bottle, opened it, and saw that it contained three pills the size of longan. The surface of the pills was shimmering with a faint glow, and an extremely pure spiritual energy wafted out. Just one whiff of it instantly calmed his turbulent blood and qi.
"This is... 'Instant Return Pill'?" Chen Mo exclaimed in surprise.
He had seen records of this pill in ancient books. It could instantly restore ninety percent of a cultivator's spiritual power. No matter how severe the injury, as long as there was still a breath left, it could keep the cultivator alive. It was a miraculous medicine that could save lives from desperate situations! Even the top sects in the Central Region might not have one!
"It's just a small thing, nothing much," Lin Zhou said dismissively. "Isn't that enough?"
Seeing Chen Mo holding the jade bottle without moving, Lin Zhou thought he was complaining that it wasn't enough, and muttered to himself: This guy seems quite upright, but I didn't expect him to be so greedy.
Before Chen Mo could refuse, Lin Zhou casually set up a simple array around him, chanting incantations as his fingertips traced the ground, leaving behind several pale golden runes.
"Buzz—!"
As the formation was activated, the surrounding spiritual energy surged in like a tide. The already abundant spiritual energy at the foot of the cliff instantly increased dozens of times, even condensing into a visible spiritual mist!
Feeling the rich spiritual energy around him, Chen Mo was once again so shocked that he couldn't speak.
The concentration of spiritual energy here is several times denser than in the core area of their sect's forbidden zone! Cultivating in such an environment for one day is equivalent to cultivating for a month outside! Moreover, Lin Zhou's method of setting up the formation seems casual, yet it is in harmony with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, as if it were born to be this way.
"Senior...Senior," Chen Mo finally realized what was happening and quickly explained, "It's not that I think it's too little, it's just that this gift is far too precious, and I feel unworthy of it..."
Seeing Lin Zhou's somewhat displeased expression, he had a sudden thought. He gritted his teeth, bowed, and said, "I have recently encountered a bottleneck in my sword cultivation and have been unable to break through it. I would like to ask for your guidance, senior. Would you be so kind as to grant my request?"
Compared to elixirs and spirit-gathering arrays, he valued the guidance of this peerless master even more.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Tell me about it."
Chen Mo took a deep breath, drew his longsword, and began practicing the sword techniques he had recently been stuck on. The sword light flashed, sometimes sharp as thunder, sometimes gentle as flowing water, fully demonstrating his understanding of the way of the sword, yet it was always a little short of perfection.
"Stop," Lin Zhou suddenly said.
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