Wandering Swordsman |

Immediately, a bone-chilling cold began to spread, as if he were standing in a frozen wasteland, with no warmth to alleviate the torment. Shen Mo's body trembled involuntarily, his teeth chattering from the extreme cold. The surrounding air seemed frozen by the chill, even the wind became weak and feeble, as if nature itself was mourning for this young warrior.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted from Shen Mo's mouth, splashing onto the ground and forming a bright red flower. His legs could no longer support his body weight, and he slowly knelt down. His mind could no longer withstand the churning pain within him. His vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness, his whole body slumping forward helplessly.

Shortly after he fell, Fu Sheng's figure appeared here like a ghost.

Fu Sheng's gaze first fell on Li Yonghuan's cold, lifeless corpse, then shifted to Shen Mo, who was covered in wounds and unconscious, and Xie Xin, who had been knocked unconscious not far away. His brows furrowed tightly, and a complex mix of emotions flashed in his eyes—anger and bewilderment at the situation.

"What...what exactly happened?" Fu Sheng muttered to himself, his voice heavy with undisguised sorrow. He slowly approached the unconscious Shen Mo, crouching down to examine his condition closely. Seeing Shen Mo's pale face, weak breathing, and blood-stained hands, Fu Sheng was filled with questions. At that moment, Fu Sheng's thoughts raced, trying to piece together the whole story.

Then, Fu Sheng's gaze turned to Li Yonghuan's corpse. As an important member of Qilin Village and one of Fu Sheng's confidants, Li Yonghuan's death was undoubtedly a huge shock. Fu Sheng's anger and confusion intertwined. He stood up, looked around, and his gaze finally settled on Xie Xin. She lay there quietly, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Fu Sheng took a deep breath and went to check Xie Xin's injuries. Finding that Xie Xin was unharmed, Fu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Sheng gently helped Xie Xin up, placed his palm on Xie Xin's back, and slowly injected his internal energy into Xie Xin's back in an attempt to wake her up.

A moment later, Xie Xin slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in them. Then, as if she had thought of something, she quickly sat up, looked around, and when her gaze fell on the unconscious Shen Mo, her eyes instantly filled with anxiety.

Immediately, Xie Xin rushed towards Shen Mo, kneeling beside him, her hands trembling as she stroked his cheeks, tears welling in her eyes. "Shen Mo! Wake up!" she whispered, her voice filled with worry. She felt for Shen Mo's pulse, and only after confirming he was still alive did she breathe a slight sigh of relief. However, seeing Shen Mo so weak, Xie Xin's heart remained filled with anxiety.

Fu Sheng stood aside, silently observing everything. Although he was puzzled as to why Xie Xin cared so much about Shen Mo, he did not ask immediately. Instead, he stood behind Xie Xin, pondering what had happened.

After a short while, Fu Sheng finally broke the silence, "Xin'er, tell your godfather what happened? Why did Shen Mo become like this?"

Xie Xin raised her head, her eyes revealing deep worry and fear. She knew that telling Fu Sheng the truth might be detrimental to Shen Mo. Therefore, she chose to remain silent, holding Shen Mo's hand tightly, as if it were her only support.

Seeing that Xie Xin remained silent, Fu Sheng's anger flared. He knew that this matter might be related to Shen Mo, and Xie Xin's silence was undoubtedly a delaying tactic.

Just as Fu Sheng was about to interrogate Xie Xin, he suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw that the middle-aged scholar who had come to attend the wedding banquet was standing behind him without Fu Sheng noticing at all.

In the sunlight, the middle-aged scholar appeared exceptionally tall. His face was calm as still water, yet his eyes revealed an unfathomable wisdom and strength. His blue robe fluttered in the wind, seemingly blending into his surroundings, giving him an air of mystery.

The middle-aged scholar gently pointed to Shen Mo, who was half-dead and unconscious on the ground, and asked, "Fu Sheng, is he the 'promising talent' you mentioned in your secret letter to Lord Yan Mo a while ago?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng quickly composed himself and respectfully replied, "That's right, it's him."

After receiving Fu Sheng's affirmative answer, the middle-aged scholar immediately stepped forward, squatted down beside Shen Mo, and carefully examined his injuries.

He slowly raised his hands, a faint light emanating from his palms, and then channeled his inner energy into Shen Mo's body. As the energy flowed in, Shen Mo's body trembled slightly, as if struggling against some powerful force. The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly, clearly sensing the extraordinary Heavenly Martial Body within Shen Mo. A hint of surprise appeared on his face, as if he had discovered some precious treasure.

"Just as I thought..." the middle-aged scholar muttered to himself, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself, "This young man's physique is extraordinary. If he can be properly nurtured, he will definitely become a great help to the Moon Demon Lord." Immediately, he increased the input of his internal energy, trying to heal Shen Mo as quickly as possible. Each stream of internal energy flowed into Shen Mo's body like a trickle, repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

As the Confucian scholar infused his inner energy, Shen Mo gradually regained consciousness. At first, he only felt a warm power flowing through his body, then he gradually became more alert. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the mysterious middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him, and Fu Sheng standing to the side with a complex expression. Shen Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood the situation before him.

"Senior, thank you for saving me," Shen Mo said weakly, his voice low but full of gratitude.

The middle-aged scholar nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "No need to be polite. You are a valuable talent in our sect, and I will naturally not leave you to your own devices." With that, he stood up and turned to Fu Sheng. "Fu Sheng, I need to take him away immediately." His tone was more like a notification than a question.

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng, though unwilling, could only smile and agree in the face of this middle-aged scholar whose strength far surpassed his own. "Originally, I planned to bring it to present to the Flame Demon Lord after my son's wedding. Since Venerable Juechenzi has also come to Qilin Village, it would be better for him to take it."

Just then, Shen Mo, who had just regained consciousness, keenly noticed that the middle-aged Confucian scholar named "Master Juechenzi" was of a higher status than Fu Sheng. Shen Mo thought to himself that if he could use the middle-aged Confucian scholar's influence, he might be able to take Xie Xin away as well.