Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 535 The trial is over
The fifth day of the Crimson Trial, afternoon.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled shadows across a ravaged jungle.

A faint stench of blood filled the air, and the distant sounds of magical explosions and the roars of monsters indicated that this brutal trial was far from over.

However, in this land where danger lurks everywhere, there is a corner that appears exceptionally... leisurely.

A huge iron birch tree with a dense canopy.

The mortal Mo Yu lay on the thickest branch of a tree, his hands behind his head, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his legs swinging back and forth, squinting in the sun.

The battle had just ended under the tree.

Beside the corpse of a cultivator dressed in the robes of the Giant Sword Sect, Han Li was counting his spoils.

His technique was skillful; clearly, he had done something similar more than once in the past five days.

Han Li looked up at the lazy figure in the tree.

Although Mo Yu did nothing, his very existence gave him a great sense of security.

"Senior brother,"

Han Li finished organizing his spoils, looked up and shouted, "Look at this silver giant sword! What's going on? Why can't I control it?"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure, as light as a weightless leaf, floated down beside him.

Mo Yu, a mortal, yawned and glanced at the giant sword: "This thing has been locked with a secret technique, which is equivalent to it recognizing a master, so you naturally can't control it."

"However, the material is quite good. It uses a lot of 'silver essence' that is needed to refine magical treasures, but unfortunately the refining method is too rough, wasting the material."

"Here's what we'll do. Give me this greatsword, and I'll have someone reforge it for you, using this piece of silver essence as the main material, to create a set of flying swords."

Upon hearing this, Han Li's eyes lit up, and he decisively tossed the silver greatsword to his senior brother, Mo Yu.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother."

This unreserved trust caused a slight embarrassment to rise in the heart of the mortal Mo Yu.

After all, just a few days ago, I had just... cough cough.

Han Li, completely oblivious to the strange look in his eyes, took out a silver page from his storage bag after cleaning up the battlefield and handed it over:

"Senior brother, what is this? It is neither gold nor jade, impervious to water and fire, and even divine sense cannot penetrate it."

Mo Yu, a mortal, glanced down and then thought of the silver greatsword in his hand. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he finally remembered.

"Oh, right, the complete 'Azure Origin Sword Manual' and 'Three Revolutions Rejuvenation Technique' seem to have originated from this Giant Sword Sect disciple."

He casually took the pages, flicked his finger, and a burst of sword energy shattered the silver cover, revealing the golden pages inside.

Mo Yu did not stop, but continued to pour his sword energy into the golden pages.

"Om-"

The golden pages reacted immediately, floating in mid-air and frantically absorbing the sword energy that Mo Yu had transferred in, like a whale sucking in water.

Han Li's expression changed slightly upon seeing this.

The total amount of spiritual energy absorbed by these golden pages in a short period of time far exceeded the entire spiritual power of an ordinary Qi Refining Stage Great Perfection cultivator!

In other words, Senior Brother Mo Yu possesses a mutated Yang spiritual root, and under this blazing sun, the spiritual energy within his body is almost inexhaustible. Otherwise, anyone else would probably have been drained dry long ago.

"Senior Brother Moyu, are you alright?"

"It's a minor issue. High-level cultivation techniques are usually recorded this way."

While speaking casually, the mortal Mo Yu secretly frowned slightly: 'A miscalculation; I was a bit too overconfident. With my current cultivation level, which has fallen to the ninth level of Qi Refining, forcibly activating this thing is causing my Yang Sha Qi to accumulate to a critical point... If I don't stop now, I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself on the spot.'

Just as he was preparing to secretly use the power of the seeker to forcibly interrupt the flow of spiritual energy.

The golden pages in mid-air finally shone brightly, revealing rows of densely packed golden characters.

The mortal Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the complete thirteen-layer technique of the Qingyuan Sword Manual, and it also includes a secret technique called the Three Revolutions Rejuvenation Technique, which is used to assist in the condensation of the Golden Core."

"After you establish your foundation, in addition to the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, you can also practice this method as a cover."

Han Li looked at the magical aspects of the golden pages and nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he turned to his head and said, "Senior Brother Mo Yu, the Five Thunder Orthodox Method requires all five elements to be present for foundation building. However, I was born with four pseudo-elemental spiritual roots, lacking the metal spiritual root. How can I make up for this?"

"Ok?"

Mo Yu, a mortal, was also taken aback. He himself had not cultivated the Five Thunder Orthodox Method and had forgotten about this matter. "During your cultivation, didn't you feel your body replenishing its golden spiritual root on its own?"

Han Li was also stunned, shaking his head blankly: "During the cultivation process, will the golden spiritual root be replenished on its own?"

"I think so..."

Mo Yu, a mortal, frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

With a thought, he opened the chat group and privately messaged the powerful warrior who had given him the cultivation technique.

After receiving the reply, he looked at Han Li with a strange expression: "Junior Brother Han Li...have you...already lost your primordial yang?"

"what?"

Han Li's dark face flushed red instantly. He scratched his head in annoyance and stammered, "When I was discussing medical techniques and pharmacology with Junior Sister Feng Wu earlier, I couldn't help myself and accidentally..."

"Tsk."

Mo Yu, a mortal, smacked his lips, giving him an "I understand" look.

Because Han Li lacked the element of metal in his Five Elements, he initially cultivated the Yin Five Thunders from the Five Thunders Orthodox Method.

In theory, once he has cultivated the Yin Five Thunders to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he can also cultivate the Yang Five Thunders, thus completing the Five Elements. However, the Yang Five Thunders has a unique characteristic: it is a virginity-based technique, and only by maintaining a virgin's body can one begin its cultivation.

Han Li looked at Mo Yu's face and his heart skipped a beat. He became anxious and asked, "Senior Brother Mo Yu, I... I'm not going to be unable to cultivate this technique, am I?"

He hadn't really grasped how useful the Water Dirty Mine was before.

But these past few days, he's been using this method to ambush people in the forbidden area with genuine ease and success.

Moreover, Senior Brother Mo Yu had clearly told him that as long as he could successfully establish his foundation with the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, his aptitude would transform from his original pseudo-spiritual root into a five-element mutated thunder spiritual root!
This was something Han Li, who had always been bothered by his own lack of talent, could only dream of!
If he lost his virginity because he couldn't control himself for a moment, and thus was unable to continue cultivating the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, he would die of regret on the spot!
'Damn it! Old Ma was right, women really do slow down my cultivation!'

In an instant, Han Li's mind flashed with Mo Fengwu's charming face and Chen Qiaoqian's elegant figure... Then, he slapped his forehead hard, regretting his actions.

"It's not that serious."

Seeing his devastated expression, the mortal Mo Yu comforted him, "However, you must first 'subdue the White Tiger' to fill the gaps and store up your essence. It will take about a hundred days to complete the task."

As he spoke, he took out a manual and handed it to Han Li. In terms of cultivation techniques, the martial arts masters were still more reliable.

Han Li was overjoyed and quickly opened it.

The first half was alright; it did indeed teach him the orthodox Taoist methods of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence. But when he turned to the second half, his eyes widened and his face flushed slightly.

"This... Senior brother, how come this method also has the effect of 'unyielding erection'?"

Mo Yu chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "This is the supreme and wonderful method of Taoism. If Junior Brother Han Li finds it complicated and useless, a waste of time, he can just study the first half."

Upon hearing this, Han Li hurriedly stuffed the manual into his storage bag as if it were a precious treasure, carefully preserving it, and said righteously:

"Senior brother is joking! In cultivation, the worst thing is to take things out of context. We cultivators should see things through to the end. Since we're going to cultivate, we should naturally practice the whole thing! If we only cultivate the first half and our foundation isn't complete, it will cause problems in the end, and that would be troublesome!"

Seeing his demeanor, which was quite like that of someone of our generation, the little bit of guilt in the heart of the mortal Mo Yu was greatly reduced.

……

The sun on the horizon gradually began to drift away from its zenith, signaling the imminent end of the Crimson Trial.

Without further delay, the two hurried toward the exit.

Over the past five days, Han Li has gained a great deal thanks to his strength and mental fortitude far surpassing those of his peers.

On the contrary, the mortal Mo Yu, apart from stretching his muscles a little on the first day, has been openly slacking off ever since he met up with Han Li.

However, when the two of them arrived at the vicinity of the forbidden area's exit side by side, they both stopped in their tracks.

But at the exit, more than twenty disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect were standing quietly.

Upon seeing this, Han Li's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously pulled Mo Yu in front of him: "Oh no, Senior Brother! With this kind of mobilization from the Hidden Moon Sect, are they planning to block the exit here and rob us? Aren't they afraid of incurring the wrath of the masses and provoking a united resistance from the other six sects?"

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a stunningly beautiful young woman with a voluptuous figure and elegant demeanor, who was the leader of the Hidden Moon Sect disciples, cast her cool gaze toward where they were.

The mortal Mo Yu's scorching aura, as intense as the blazing sun, could not be concealed and naturally could not escape Gan Rushuang's divine sense.

With a flick of her wrist, a storage bag transformed into a streak of light and flew over precisely.

Mo Yu casually caught it, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he saw that there were seventy or eighty kinds of spiritual herbs among them, and none of them were particularly old.

"What does it mean?"

Han Li was completely bewildered and asked in a low voice, "By the way, among the disciples who entered the Hidden Moon Sect this time, was that woman who was in charge? I don't remember her at all."

"Didn't I say before that I reached some cooperation with the Hidden Moon Sect? This is the reward they promised me." Mortal Mo Yu explained expressionlessly, but unconsciously turned his head slightly to the side.

"So that's it."

Although Han Li still had doubts, he did not ask any further questions out of trust in his senior brother.

He nodded and took out his storage bag full of spiritual herbs from his pocket: "Senior brother, please keep these spiritual herbs safe for me."

He knew very well that most of the spiritual herbs picked in the Crimson Forbidden Land had to be handed over to the sect after they left.

But he knew even better that his senior brother was incredibly powerful and had other methods of storing things.

Moreover, as Elder Hongfu's personal disciple, no one in the sect dared to be so foolish as to search his body.

After pondering for a moment, the mortal Mo Yu poured out the spiritual herbs from Han Li's storage bag, compared them with those in his own hand, took out more than twenty duplicate herbs, put them into another storage bag, and returned them to Han Li.

"Take these. If nothing unexpected happens, Uncle Li, who is leading this team, should accept you as a disciple after this."

Han Li's mind worked extremely fast, and he quickly figured out the key point: "Is it because of that bet?"

"more than."

Mo Yu, a mortal, shook his head. "If he accepts you as a disciple, according to the sect's rules, half of the spiritual herbs you obtain will fall into his hands as a gift to his master."

"Moreover, since you are on good terms with me, Master Hongfu's strength within the sect is somewhat higher than that of this Uncle Li. His taking you as a disciple can be considered as a sign of his good relationship with Master Hongfu."

Han Li seemed to understand something, but there was still some worry between his brows: "I have many secrets. If I become his disciple, what if I reveal some flaws?"

Mo Yu, a mortal, smiled and said, "That's why I made you become his disciple."

"This Uncle Li is known within the sect for not getting involved in anything. Even if you become his disciple, he won't come looking for you once a year unless you actively seek him out. Being nominally his disciple is beneficial for both of us."

"I see, thank you for your guidance, senior brother!"

Han Li nodded and accepted the storage bag.

The two stopped and walked side by side toward the exit.

Gan Rushuang gave Mo Yu a deep look, then did nothing more, simply stepping aside to make way for him.

(End of this chapter)