With the array locking the portable hut, Elder Mo wasn't worried about Liu Yunqing escaping.
Elder Mo casually tossed Liu Yunqing into the hut, then stuffed handfuls of pills into his mouth and began meditating to regulate his breathing, completely ignoring Liu Yunqing's verbal "harassment."
Seeing that Elder Mo was swaying precariously, Liu Yunqing did not make any small movements, but continued to talk, trying to extract more information.
"So, the real heretical cultivator is Elder Mo, right?"
"The Lord of Azure Water City should just be one of Elder Mo's henchmen, right?"
Perhaps it was because Liu Yunqing kept whimpering that Elder Mo was really annoyed. He opened his eyes, gave Liu Yunqing a half-smile, and said in a weak voice:
"Don't bother trying to get information out of me. Even if you do get something, it won't be of any use."
After saying this, he did not explain what he meant, and continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.
However, it wasn't long before Liu Yunqing understood what Elder Mo meant—the other party didn't intend for her to leave alive.
...
An hour later, Liu Yunqing watched as Elder Mo recovered from his injuries. Not only did his severed arm regenerate, but even the large hole in his chest was repaired.
Then, the other person walked up to Liu Yunqing, his face, which had regained its gentle expression, revealed an excited and greedy look, and said:
"Now I will let you know why I took you away."
After saying that, Elder Mo dragged Liu Yunqing, who had lost her spiritual power, and threw her into the center of the living room of his portable hut. Then he quickly formed hand seals.
While Liu Yunqing was still trying to figure out what the other person was doing, she felt her limbs move on their own and automatically assume a meditation posture with her palms facing the sky.
And beneath Liu Yunqing, a strange rune pattern began to glow.
The light from those runes split off in the next instant and wrapped around Liu Yunqing's limbs.
After doing all this, Elder Mo stepped back, admired the scene for a moment, and then smiled as he took out a spirit dagger and slowly walked towards Liu Yunqing.
Have you ever heard of the Soul-Swapping Spell?
Upon hearing these three words, Liu Yunqing's eyes immediately narrowed.
The Soul-Swapping Spell is something that few cultivators have actually seen, but almost everyone who has heard of it knows about it.
The Soul-Swapping Curse is a more famous and rarer evil cultivation technique than stealing a person's luck or possessing their body.
Stealing someone's luck will incur karmic consequences, and possessing another's body will cause instability to the soul and limit advancement.
But the Soul-Swapping Curse is different.
The Soul-Swapping Spell, as the name suggests, is to swap the souls of two people, but it is not a simple swap.
It will not harm anyone's life, nor will it steal anyone's luck; rather, it will accept everything about a person.
If done properly, the soul of a cultivator nearing the end of their lifespan or unable to advance can be transferred to the body of a cultivator with abundant lifespan and extremely high spiritual root talent.
Without bearing any additional karmic consequences or worrying about an unstable soul, one gains a second life.
The two people who had their souls swapped were no different from before the swap, except for the difference in their inner souls.
Therefore, this Soul-Swapping Spell is not only a treasure in the hearts of evil cultivators, but also a secret desire in the hearts of many cultivators who consider themselves righteous.
Especially old monsters whose lifespan is about to end, or whose bodies have suffered great damage and can no longer advance.
Although this soul-swapping spell is widely known and everyone feels fear when it is mentioned, in reality, no one has ever succeeded in using it.
Unless the successful person doesn't publicize it and simply lives as someone else.
When Liu Yunqing heard Elder Mo mention the Soul-Swapping Curse, she was momentarily stunned before turning her scrutinizing gaze to Elder Mo.
Elder Mo has a handsome appearance, resembling a refined middle-aged scholar. When he is not smiling, he is approachable, and when he smiles, he appears even more gentle and tolerant.
There were no signs that his lifespan was about to end, and apart from the previous attack by Daoist Jinghui, there was no indication that he had suffered any serious injuries.
So it's because my spiritual root talent is lacking?
However, once a cultivator breaks through the Golden Core stage and enters the Nascent Soul stage, their innate talent becomes less important. What matters more is the cultivator's own understanding of the Dao.
If this was the reason for using the Soul-Swapping Spell, Liu Yunqing felt it didn't make much sense.
Otherwise, what could be the reason?
Perhaps Liu Yunqing was too focused on his thoughts and didn't show the fear that Elder Mo expected, which made him feel slighted.
Elder Mo turned Liu Yunqing's face away, saying with some displeasure:
"Aren't you afraid?"
Liu Yunqing rolled her eyes, looked at her bound limbs, and said helplessly:
"Elder Mo, please be reasonable. If I say I'm afraid, can you let me go?"
After saying this, Liu Yunqing's eyes lit up as if she had thought of something:
"Actually, I'm a little scared, but if Elder Mo would do me the honor of telling me your story while casting the spell, I might not be so scared."
"You dare to listen to my story?"
Elder Mo shook off Liu Yunqing, returned to his position, took out a stack of blank talisman paper, and began to draw talismans.
He said he wasn't worthy, but after drawing two talismans, he suddenly spoke slowly:
“You privileged people can’t understand the pain of ordinary people like us.”
“What you can learn in a day, someone like me might need a month, two months, or even a whole year to learn.”
Liu Yunqing raised an eyebrow. So this was someone who resented geniuses because he was unwilling to be mediocre.
“Talent is a gift from heaven, something beyond human control, but the heavens are 49, and humans can escape one of them; there's always a path to take. Doesn't Elder Mo's cultivation level speak for itself?”
Elder Mo gave a light snort, ignoring Liu Yunqing's words, and continued speaking to himself:
"I heard you reached the Foundation Establishment stage before you were even fifteen? Now you're only in your early twenties, and it looks like you're about to reach the Golden Core stage?"
"Do you know how old I was when I established my foundation? I was barely fifty years old, and it took me two Foundation Establishment Pills to barely achieve that."
Liu Yunqing said with some surprise:
"Elder Mo, with the aptitude to reach Foundation Establishment at fifty, could you possibly possess four or five spiritual roots?"
"However, with your aptitude, you can still reach the Foundation Establishment stage, and you can produce two Foundation Establishment Pills at once. This is not something an ordinary person can have."
"What do you know?" Elder Mo was displeased with these words and shouted at Liu Yunqing, continuing:
"If you're going to give me a spiritual root, why give me such poor aptitude?"
"I reached the Foundation Establishment stage at fifty, and the Golden Core stage is almost out of reach, but who among those who have embarked on the path to immortality would be willing to stop here?"
Seeing that Elder Mo was completely lost in his memories, Liu Yunqing tried to get him to talk more while making small gestures.
"Yes, no one would be content with that, so you were unwilling to stop at the Golden Core stage, so you switched to cultivating evil arts?"
Elder Mo remained silent, clearly indicating that Liu Yunqing was correct, and continued:
"However, it is quite remarkable that a heretical cultivator could cultivate his cultivation technique to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage without showing any signs of backlash."
Elder Mo seemed somewhat excited; the brush he was using to draw talismans trembled, and a seemingly simple talisman suddenly burst into flames and turned to ashes.
Elder Mo frowned, casually waved his hand, picked up another talisman and began to draw, but his words were laced with resentment:
"What's the use of being powerful? Those troublesome karmas are keeping me from reaching the Nascent Soul stage! What's the use of not being able to reach the Nascent Soul stage!"
"I was at my wit's end, but then you came along. External luck is ultimately no match for innate good luck, is it?"
Elder Mo grinned maliciously as he finished drawing the last talisman.
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