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Chapter 397 397. The Feeling of Hun Tian Bao Jian [Second Update]

Although King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, spoke a little unclearly, Mo Hao was still able to understand what he meant.

Because of his special nature, once he enters the Taixu Realm, he will either die in the Taixu Realm or drain the entire Taixu Realm.

In other words, when others enter the Taixu realm, they can at most reach the level of King Xuan of Qi. Even if their background is a little weird, it is still at the level of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But when Mo Hao entered, Taixu Realm directly activated the hidden mode and pulled out Xia Jie, Shang Zhou, and Ji Fa, who were all hidden BOSS level.

If Mo Hao had not entered the Taixu Realm, Chaoge would have been in ruins, and the capital of the Xia Dynasty would have been buried somewhere unknown.

As for King Wu of Zhou?
The bones have all rotted away, so there is no possibility of them being awakened by fire.

"There is only half a piece of charcoal left. I can only remember the Xiantian Qiankun Gong, which is already the limit. It is somewhat impossible for me to remember the Hun Tian Baojian."

King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, paused, and then seemed to remember something, "But it's not that I don't have it at all. I still have some vague feelings about the Hun Tian Bao Jian in my memory. It's not in the form of words or images, just a feeling. If you want it, I can give it to you."

After saying this, without waiting for Mo Hao to answer, he waved his hand, and ten streams of light of different colors directly merged into Mo Hao's body.

The flowing light had an unparalleled impact force, and Mo Hao only felt his whole body tremble. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the office in Ati City.

At this moment, his forehead was already covered with fine water droplets. Entering deep into the soul to communicate and even practice with those kings was not an easy task in itself.

The most important thing is that Mo Hao learned a lot of application techniques from those kings, and even secretly learned the operation method of Ji Fa's innate Qiankun Gong.

Although he said he was learning secretly, Jifa had no intention of stopping him.

It took him a long while to finally feel a little relieved from the state of great mental and physical exhaustion. Feeling what Ji had given him, Mo Hao opened his eyes with helplessness on his face.

No wonder Jifa said "feeling", because that thing really is a feeling that is extremely vague.

I have no idea what it is, and even if I try to recall it in depth I can't get any accurate information.

It's like asking you to recall the content of a dream on an exact day ten years ago, and you can't even be sure whether you had a dream that night.

Very good, it seems that there is no hope for the Hun Tian Bao Jian.

Mo Hao was not too disappointed about this. After all, the reason for doing this was just out of some kind of collecting habit. It would be good if there were some, but there was no need to worry about it if there were none.

"Why don't you go find the teacher later? He should at least teach me one of the Seventy-two Transformations and the Art of Immortality. We are all disciples. Monkey is willing to teach, but I won't be willing to teach him for no reason."

I made up my mind that next time I would look for the images left by Putao and see if I could get something good out of the teacher.

At this time, he paid more attention to the work at hand.

Now, a month has passed since the capture of Ati City. The secret police are still arresting people, a camp to house opponents is being built, and other production lines are operating steadily and orderly.

Mo Hao seized a lot of wealth from those aristocratic families whose entire families were hanged on street lamps. It was the accumulation of several generations of aristocratic families.

Mo Hao did not keep the wealth. He distributed some of it as rewards to the soldiers, and used more to trade for food and supplies with the nobles.

Although Mo Hao is a traitor, he is a traitor who owns all the property of dozens of noble families.

He has a lot of wealth in his hands.

So when Mo Hao's men came to him secretly, even though the nobles of the [Lemangeni Empire] had publicly stated more than once that they would send Mo Hao to the guillotine, the gallows, or simply cut him in half or beheaded, the nobles still happily sold their food and supplies to Mo Hao during the secret contact. Some even hinted that if Mo Hao could get something else, he would buy it at a high price.

As for those so-called other things, they were either a noble girl from the same city as him whose family was considered a close friend, or the head of the patriarch of a feuding family.

He directly used Mo Hao as a black glove.

But after hearing the offers from those nobles, Mo Hao had to admit that he was tempted for a few moments.

Food and supplies were constantly being collected. Although some nobles did not agree with the practice of doing business with the rebels, their opposition became less vocal when faced with the entire fortunes of dozens of nobles.

No one has trouble with money.

Why did the nobles maliciously hoard food?
Isn't it just to sell it at a good price?
It was easy for Mo Hao to confiscate property, so he did not bargain when buying food from the nobles. He would buy it if the price was right.

Almost all the surrounding cities have nobles doing business with Mo Hao.

The work at the newspaper is also progressing steadily. There is no populist trend emerging yet, but Mo Hao is not in a hurry.

Things that already have a foundation for existence will soon emerge in large quantities as long as there are some opportunities.

During this period, the most important thing Mo Hao did was to hang a painting in his office.

It was a half-length photo of Mo Hao wearing a military uniform, with his right hand raised at a 45-degree Roman military salute, which brought a different kind of courage.

Now in the two cities, at least half of the households have this half-length photo of Mo Hao hanging in their homes.

You don't even have to pay for the photo, it's free as long as you buy a newspaper, and most people won't refuse such a good deal.

From Mo Hao's perspective, white smoke was rising from the half-body photo of himself, and he could even smell a sandalwood-like scent.

The purpose of those photographs is to give people a clear impression of their faith.

To the [Lemangni Empire], Mo Hao is an out-and-out traitor.

To the nobles and parliamentarians, Mo Hao was a murderer with blood on his hands.

But for those poor people who were shivering with hunger in the winter nights, the food distributed by Mo Hao was the only possibility for them to survive.

Even in several surrounding cities, because of the previous experience of Mo Hao, the nobles and parliamentarians had to distribute some food to the people in order to prevent another Mo Hao from appearing.

Although the number was still small and some people still starved to death, some lucky ones actually survived because of the distributed food.

The nobles and congressmen did this not out of kindness, of course, but because Mo Hao was eyeing them covetously.

The more people you save, the more support you will naturally receive.

Mo Hao stretched out a hand towards the half-body portrait and lightly touched it with his fingers. Then the incense attached to it began to gather and gradually formed the image of the Mingwang.

However, this Dharma image could not last too long, and soon it dissipated into white mist.

"Sure enough, faith is still not enough."

(End of this chapter)