Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 122 Such a young age, yet so deeply jealous.

When news of Mo Zheng's death spread, his family was plunged into deep sorrow.

No one believed that Mo Zheng was still alive.

Each Haotian Secret Realm trial has produced a group of experts at the Internal Organs Realm, but each time the casualties are extremely heavy.

If a disciple does not emerge after more than half a month, he will never emerge again.

For thousands of years, there has never been an accident.

However, some people still did not believe it. For example, Liu Qing had already mounted his black-scaled horse and was traveling day and night to Hun Tian Sect in an attempt to find out the truth.

Deep within the Haotian Secret Realm, in a mysterious palace.

Despite his tattered clothes and disheveled appearance, Mo Zheng was intently studying the final move of the Seven Refining Spirit Techniques.

At this moment, the mental power in his sea of ​​consciousness had undergone tremendous changes. Originally flowing like a great river in the endless darkness, it had now all gathered together, and was faintly showing a tendency to condense into a pale golden bead.

"Three months, a full three months—"

"My Soul Bead is almost fully formed."

With a thought, his terrifying mental power surged forth, converging entirely on the Crimson Flame Divine Sword. This divine weapon soared into the air, transforming into a fiery dragon, and crashed fiercely into the silver stone tablet!

boom!

Amidst the deafening roar, the seemingly indestructible silver stone tablet began to tremble.

Seeing this, Mo Zheng couldn't help but smile slightly.

Only by mastering the final move will one have a chance to break through this silver stone tablet.

According to the record of the last of the Seven Refining Techniques, mental power comes from the soul.

In normal people, the soul is weaker than the body, but those who cultivate the spirit are born with a soul stronger than the body, which is why they can generate mental power.

The application of this mental power is infinitely mysterious; it can not only manipulate physical objects but also attack the soul.

However, only after mastering this final move and condensing the Soul Pearl can one unleash a powerful attack on the soul.

The Soul Bead is the most essential and important part of the Seven Refining Techniques. Only by condensing it into a Soul Bead can the true power of mental energy be unleashed, and it can also effectively protect the soul, providing excellent defensive capabilities.

Mo Zheng has now condensed the prototype of the Soul Pearl, and his mental power also contains a bit of power to attack the soul. As expected, the silver stone tablet was shaken when he tried it.

It seems that this silver stone tablet is a test specifically set for the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit. Only a power mixed with a soul attack can completely destroy it!

"Sister-in-law, Qiu'er, wait for me."

"I'll definitely get out of here!"

Mo Zheng felt an overwhelming longing well up in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it and continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

Compared to the despair he felt three months ago when he broke through, he now sees hope for survival.

At the city gate of Liangzhou, several burly men dressed in the uniforms of the You family stood quietly on the official road, waiting.

Not far away, a dozen or so black-scaled horses came galloping towards them and soon arrived.

A group of strong, capable, and fierce-looking men sat on the horse, clearly no ordinary people. They escorted a young man dressed in fine clothes as he dismounted.

Among the burly men of the You family waiting nearby, a middle-aged man immediately stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "Young Master, is everything going smoothly?"

"What's the big deal about smooth sailing or not? It was an engagement arranged years ago. I'm just going through the motions."

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The richly dressed young man was You Lie. He said impatiently, "That girl is too young and not interesting. If it weren't for the ancestor's wishes, and the fact that her family background is so illustrious, I wouldn't bother with her."

"This bumpy journey has exhausted me. Let's go, prepare the sedan chair, I need to go back and rest."

"Quickly, sedan chair bearers!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a sedan chair that had been prepared in advance was immediately carried towards You Lie.

"Young Master, there is one more thing I need to report to you," the middle-aged man said.

"Can't we wait until we get back to talk about it?"

You Lie lifted the curtain and climbed directly into the sedan chair. He didn't want to hear anything right now; he just wanted to go back and lie down. The long journey had nearly shaken his bones apart.

"It's about Mo Zheng, that disciple of the Martial Arts Hall. Didn't you say you wanted me to keep an eye on him and inform you immediately if there was any news?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "So you know he's dead."

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"What?"

You Lie's voice suddenly rose as he leaned out of the sedan chair and said, "Really? He had already grasped the essence of martial arts, and he still died?"

"Who can argue with that?"

The middle-aged man then recounted the entire story of the Haotian Secret Realm assessment in detail, which made You Lie beam with joy.

"Hahaha, good thing he's dead, good thing he's dead! This is what they call a good swimmer drowning in the water."

You Lie smiled and said, "I never expected that the most promising genius would die during the assessment. My second brother, on the other hand, has gotten rid of a major threat."

"Yes, the Second Young Master has been very happy these days, and he has been practicing much more diligently than before," the middle-aged man replied.

"Go, make the arrangements to bring that beautiful woman surnamed Wang here. I've been eyeing her for years, and I thought I had no hope left."

Thinking of Wang Yumei's beautiful face and voluptuous figure, You Lie's eyes burned with desire. He said, "I can't wait to enjoy her tonight. The sister-in-law of the genius martial artist, kneel at my feet and beg for mercy—"

"But she lives in the family quarters of the martial arts hall, and we can't go in—" the middle-aged man said with a troubled expression.

"Take my brother's token in and say you also want to settle down there. That beautiful woman isn't a martial artist, so take more people, knock her out, put her in a box, and you can smuggle her out quietly, right?"

"What if this gets discovered?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Who would offend the You family for the sake of a dead person's family member?"

You Lie scoffed, "We're just a poor family. Don't fight to the death. You'll just fall into ruin. I don't play this game. There are plenty of people who want to take advantage of us. Go ahead and try. If you run into trouble, just reveal your identity. No one is stupid enough to make an enemy of the You family for their sake."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and said, "What the young master says is absolutely right. I will go and do it right away."

Two hours later, at the You family mansion.

You Lie, who was enjoying a massage from two beautiful maids, changed his expression immediately upon hearing the servant's report.

"What did you say? You didn't get the person out?"

"I am incompetent and cannot handle this matter. Who knew that Mo Zheng's senior brother, Zhou Xian, would actually hire two female镖头 (bodyguards) from Changfeng镖局 (escort agency) to protect that mother and child? These two female镖头 are both martial artists. Once they make a move, it will definitely cause a commotion. At that time, the experts and disciples of the Internal Organ Realm in the Martial Arts Hall on duty will definitely come to investigate. So we simply cannot make a move."

The middle-aged man looked mournful and said, "Unless, a master of the Internal Organs Realm sneaks in and silently brings the person out."

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The family quarters of the martial arts hall are heavily guarded, in case something happens to the family members inside.

The instructors of the Martial Arts Hall who take turns guarding the hall are all top-level experts in the Internal Organs Realm. If they cause any disturbance and alarm them, the matter will be reported to the headmaster immediately. At that time, the anger of the entire Martial Arts Hall will be something that the You family cannot bear.

You Lie felt a headache coming on. He had brought them out quietly, and if they hadn't been discovered, that would have been fine. Even if they had been discovered, the disciples on duty might have given the You family some face.

However, with martial arts practitioners protecting him, the only way to avoid causing a commotion is for his ancestor to intervene.

But how could his ancestor possibly intervene in such a trivial matter?

"Fine, let's just wait. Snatching someone directly from the martial arts hall's family area is too serious a crime." You Lie rubbed his temples and said, "We're already fish on the chopping block anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's sooner or later."

"Send men to keep a close watch on her. If Wang Yumei is spotted coming out, arrest her immediately!"

"Yes, young master, I will arrange it immediately!" the middle-aged man replied.

In a side hall of Huntian Mountain.

Sect Master Yuan Tiansi sat in the main seat, looking at Liu Qing who was waiting anxiously, and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, saying, "Liu Qing, why are you doing this? You've waited a month just to see Fang Yang. What good will it do you if you do see him? Mo Zheng is already dead."

"I always felt he wasn't dead."

Liu Qing looked at Yuan Tiansi and said, "Sect Master, don't you feel the same way? With my disciple's strength, Hao—"

How could the Heavenly Secret Realm possibly trap him?

Yuan Tiansi fell silent.

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "I had the same feeling. To be honest, before he went in, I gave him a divine weapon. With his martial arts skills and the advantage of the divine weapon, he should have had no problem reaching the third level. However, the fact remains that he didn't come out."

"Sect Master, you even bestowed upon him a divine weapon?"

Liu Qing was taken aback. He naturally knew the power of the divine weapon, but Mo Zheng, who possessed the divine weapon, should not have died in the Haotian Secret Realm.

"Junior Brother Yuan!"

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

But then they saw two people walking in from outside. One was an old man in black robes carrying a sword, whose aura was as cold as an iceberg. The other was a young man in black with a black mole on the corner of his mouth, whose aura was also extremely cold.

It was Han Jian Wu Sheng and Fang Yang.

Liu Qing's pupils contracted. Sure enough, Fang Yang had comprehended the martial arts realm, and the aura that was of the same kind and origin as the Cold Sword Martial Saint was proof of that.

This kid is so lucky, he actually managed to pass the second level of the Haotian Secret Realm.

After exchanging greetings and taking their seats, the Martial Saint of Cold Sword said, "Junior Brother Yuan, the matter of Mo Zheng has already been settled. Why delay Yang'er's cultivation for the sake of a dead man? He has obtained that opportunity, and it is precisely the time for him to make rapid progress in his martial arts cultivation."

"Senior Brother Han Jian is right, but Liu Qing has been waiting on the mountain for a whole month. We can't keep him waiting forever," Yuan Tiansi said gently.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint snorted coldly and looked at Liu Qing. Instantly, an invisible pressure enveloped Liu Qing, causing him to pause in his breathing.

"Liu Qing, Yang'er is the future of our Hun Tian Sect. No one can delay his cultivation. If it weren't for your great contributions to the sect in the past, and the fact that Junior Brother Yuan pleaded on your behalf, I would never have agreed to this meeting."

The Cold Sword Martial Saint said indifferently, "Ask whatever you want, but this is a one-time exception!"

"Yes, Senior Uncle Han Jian."

Although Liu Qing felt somewhat uncomfortable, he could only respectfully agree.

"Yang'er, tell your Uncle Liu Qing what you told us that day," said Han Jian Wu Sheng.

Fang Yang honestly replied, "Yes, please tell my two grandmasters and Uncle Liu that I used the secret technique of disintegrating the Heavenly Demon and the medicinal power of the Sun Flame Fruit to pass the second level by chance. When I reached the third level, the Heavenly Ladder, Junior Brother Mo Zheng arrived at the third level two days later than me."

"However, he climbed the Heavenly Ladder much faster than his disciple. At that time, his disciple had not yet grasped the essence of martial arts and could only stay on the sixth floor, but he quickly reached the seventh floor."

"Then the disciple chose to give up, and knew nothing else."

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"Is that all? He didn't say anything else?" Liu Qing asked, frowning.

"this----"

Liu Qing suddenly looked troubled and glanced at the Cold Sword Martial Saint beside him.

There's no need to cover for him.

The Martial Saint of Cold Sword said unhappily, "So what if he's a genius? Even if he were alive, putting aside his death, such arrogance is far from the kind of magnanimity that would lead to becoming a Martial Saint!"

"Arrogant?" Liu Qing was taken aback, somewhat confused.

In his memory, his youngest disciple was very humble and low-key. When did he become arrogant?

Fang Yang nodded and said, "Junior Brother Mo did say some things, but it was because he saw that I hadn't grasped the essence of martial arts at that time. When he passed the sixth level of the Heavenly Ladder and was heading to the seventh level, he said things like, 'You should go back soon,' 'It was all luck that you made it this far,' and 'Be careful not to lose your life.'"

"I thought that Junior Brother Mo was young and ambitious, and that he would definitely be a Martial Saint seed of the sect when he came out. In addition, I really couldn't make it to the seventh level, so I didn't want to argue with him. Therefore, I chose to give up and leave the secret realm."

Little did I know, that would be the last time we saw each other.

Fang Yang's face was full of regret and sorrow. He said, "If I had known it would turn out this way, I would have advised Junior Brother Mo not to continue the adventure and to come out with me."

Liu Qing's expression turned ugly.

"Thinking about it now, I'm afraid that Junior Brother Mo Zheng saw that I had also passed the second trial and obtained the opportunity to become a Martial Saint. He was afraid that I would also become a Martial Saint in the future and would try to seize his resources within the sect, which is why he said those things," Fang Yang continued. "But he didn't consider that he is much younger than me, has more potential than me, and I even saw the divine weapon that the sect leader had given him in advance. How could I overshadow him? Even if we both have the opportunity to become Martial Saints in the future, I will wholeheartedly assist him."

"Did you hear that, Liu Qing? This is the kind of disciple you've taught."

The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword said irritably, "At such a young age, his jealousy is so intense. It's good that he didn't come out. Even if he had, with his narrow-mindedness, who knows what trouble he might cause in the future!"

Liu Qing seemed not to hear, but just looked at Fang Yang, lost in thought.

"Senior brother, please don't get angry. Young people are always a bit hot-blooded. Besides, isn't that little guy gone?"

Yuan Tiansi smoothed things over, saying, "Let's call it a day. Fang Yang still needs to hurry up and comprehend the insights he gained from the possession and enlightenment in that secret realm."

"Are you telling the truth?"

Liu Qing suddenly interrupted, staring intently at Fang Yang.

"Uncle-Master Liu, I dare not lie to the two Martial Saint Ancestors in person," Fang Yang said sincerely. "Besides, I have only told these words to the two Martial Saint Ancestors and have not told anyone else."

"snort!"

The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword suddenly let out a cold snort, and an invisible force surged forth. Liu Qing was struck as if by lightning, let out a muffled groan, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother, please don't be angry!" Yuan Tiansi said.

"Don't show your face in front of me again."

After coldly uttering these words to Liu Qing, Han Jianwu Sheng led Fang Yang out.

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