The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 55

As Lin Zizheng listened to Da s.h.i.+xiong's gentle breathing and sniffed the fresh smell emanating from him, he suddenly felt a little hot while they strolled in the narrow path together.

Qin Mo looked at Lin Zizheng beside him with some doubts. Is his breathing getting heavier?

Before he could think more about it, the two men returned to the cave where he'd been staying.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, he cast his previous thoughts aside. He went straight to the stone bed and took off the silver mask on his face. Glancing at Lin Zizheng beside him who didn't seem to be leaving, Qin Mo's brows slightly furrowed, and he said somewhat coldly, "Why aren't you leaving?"

Lin Zizheng looked at Qin Mo's distant face with a stagnant expression and felt somewhat angry in his heart. For the first time, his expression turned frosty in front of Qin Mo as he replied strongly, "This is my place. I will stay here today."

This stunned Qin Mo. Lin Zizheng had always been very careful with him. It was the first time he'd witnessed a disdainful expression on his face. However, when he thought about what Lin Zizheng did in the boundary of the blue sky, he felt that such an att.i.tude was normal, but within his heart, he felt a little lost.

He glanced at Lin Zizheng then directly sat down on the stone bed. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Do whatever you want." He stopped talking and let Lin Zizheng stand alone.

Lin Zizheng regretted what he said afterward. He didn't know what to do but look at Qin Mo, staring at his delicate facial features without speaking.

An inexplicable flame slowly ignited in his heart. So white… really want to take a bite.

Qing Hua wore a long red dress and gently knocked on Lin Zizheng's door, a charming smile on her face. She went straight into the room and closed the door behind her. Leaning against the wall, she struck an enchanting pose as she whispered in a sweet voice, "Zizheng Gege."

The night couldn't stop her burning eyes, and there was a triumphant smile on her face. She believed that with her beauty and the medicine she used on Lin Zizheng, she would surely achieve her wish tonight.

However, after a long time, the surroundings were still silent, and not even the faint sound of breathing was heard. Only then did she realize something was wrong. Her eyes widened to see the room clearly and realized that there was no one inside.

She held the wooden door beside her until it broke into splinters. She released her hand, feeling unwilling and released her divine sense to scan the surroundings, which told her that there wasn't a trace of Lin Zizheng here. A fierce expression appeared on her face, and she ground her teeth, "I don't know which small evil spirit I unmerited advantage to. Such a pity, dewdrops fragrant was rare too."

Inside the underground cave, Qin Mo sat on the stone bed and heard Lin Zizheng's breathing grow heavier, sounding like he gasps. Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes and found Lin Zizheng's reddened eyes fixed on him. His body had moved closer, almost touching him.

Qin Mo's eyebrows wrinkled, and he asked with a dissatisfied tone, "What's wrong?"

"Da s.h.i.+xiong." Lin Zizheng stared at Qin Mo, his voice hoa.r.s.e and full of different meanings.

Qin Mo's body stiffened, and his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling, and he moved his body off the stone bed.

When Qin Mo took action, Lin Zizheng also moved. With his gaze fixed on the other man, he rushed straight towards him, and before they knew it, Lin Zizheng had Qin Mo forced into a corner.

Looking at Lin Zizheng standing in front of him, Qin Mo's expression turned stony, and his right hand became a fist. He struck towards Lin Zizheng with full force.

Faced with a heavy blow, Lin Zizheng didn't dodge. Instead, he raised his right hand upward and directly caught the attack. Then he leaned forward and put his whole weight on Qin Mo's body, preventing him from moving.

Lin Zizheng's mind was hazy but far from unconscious. His strength had reached Core Formation, so his will was firm. The dewdrops fragrant could only cause a small amount of influence on him.

Looking at Qin Mo under him, Lin Zizheng's eyes darkened, and the hands suppressing him tightened. He just wanted to give himself an excuse for doing this.

As he thought, Lin Zizheng slowly turned his head towards Qin Mo.

Seeing the other man drawing closer and closer, Qin Mo could feel his hot breath on him. Although he didn't know what Lin Zizheng wanted to do, Qin Mo's heart instinctively panicked.

He reached out with the hand that wasn't restrained to gently touch Lin Zizheng's head. Withdrawing his unfriendly expression, he raised a corner of his lips and whispered in a softened tone, "Zizheng."

Lin Zizheng paused, and a flash of disbelief swept across his face. This was the first time his Da s.h.i.+xiong had ever called him by his name.

Qin Mo noticed that Lin Zizheng's hand had loosened, and his body was exerting less pressure than before. Qin Mo felt joy in his heart, and light glinted through his eyes. Then he fiercely pushed Lin Zizheng's chest, flew out under his body, and ran toward the stone gate.

Lin Zizheng had been stiff in place until a sharp pain erupted on his chest. He slowly turned around while holding a hand over it. Watching the shadow of Qin Mo leaving, his gaze glimmered with blood, and he murmured, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, you tricked me."

As soon as the last word ended, a black smoke burst out behind Lin Zizheng, wrapping him heavily within it. The black smoke flashed and led Lin Zizheng straight in Qin Mo's direction.

Qin Mo felt cold air behind him and saw that a black mist was about to catch up with him. His expression grew solemn, and he paused. His right foot stretched toward the pool next to him, and he strode across the water with great force, stirring up a large amount of spray. Under this action, the sprays landed towards Lin Zizheng's black fog. He quickly formed hand seals and the droplets floating in the air instantly turned into sharp water arrows.

With those arrows aimed at him, the black smoke around Lin Zizheng spread out a little and revealed the body within. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and the ink hair behind him was swaying with no breeze, seemingly strange.

With a move of his finger, the black fog gathered around him again. Lin Zizheng showed a meaningful smile to Qin Mo, an inevitable look in his eyes as a violent wave rushed forth from his right hand.

The black smoke quickly encircled Qin Mo, and it instantly formed into four long rope-like strips which tied Qin Mo's limbs directly to the wall above the smooth pool.

Lin Zizheng licked his lips, staring at Qin Mo's bound form with all his limbs spread out and unable to move at all. A tinge of excitement swept through him. Da s.h.i.+xiong…

Watching Lin Zizheng slowly approaching him, Qin Mo felt an even worse premonition in his heart. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out of the dark fog.

Anxiety filled his heart, and a few purple flames suddenly emerged from his body, burning up the black rope.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The black fog was formed by some unknown source, and when it was burned by the lightning fire, it made loud and high-pitched screams. In just a few seconds, it had burnt away the black fog restraining Qin Mo.

Lin Zizheng made a light "huh" sound, not expecting Qin Mo to break away from his shackles so quickly. But his face remained unchanged as he strolled closer to Qin Mo.

After stretching out his stiff limbs, Qin Mo watched Lin Zizheng with vigilance and slowly backed away. The clear water below him reflected his appearance perfectly. His face was calm, but his usually clean and tidy appearance in was a little messy.

Suddenly a circle of ripples erupted on the water surface, which grew larger and larger until it spread throughout the whole body of water.

Qin Mo felt a tremendous suction coming from his feet, immobilizing his body completely, and he was directly sucked into the pool. Before he disappeared, he saw Lin Zizheng's astonishment.

Seeing Qin Mo being dragged into the pool, Lin Zizheng's expression transformed. This underground cave was discovered by him unintentionally. He hadn't studied the pool carefully and didn't know that something like this would have happened.

Lin Zizheng jumped into the pool without hesitation.

As soon as he entered, he felt a sharp chill from the surrounding water. He refused to take any defensive measures and began to look for Qin Mo's shadow.

Qin Mo's position was striking. He was fighting against a long bamboo pole-shaped object in front of him with his long sword. A dazzling purple circle covered his entire body.

Lin Zizheng's heart was happy, and he swam towards him. As he approached, he could see the specific features of the object that Qin Mo was engaging. It was a stream of green-colored lotus roots, densely covered with long-sharp thorns. It was currently bent into a strange arc, like a long snake wrapped around Qin Mo, trying to trap him within.

Because he was underwater, Qin Mo's long sword couldn't exert its full strength. Although it was difficult to deal with this huge root, his swordsmans.h.i.+p was superb, coupled with the mysterious purple light around him. He slowly gained the upper hand in battle.

Lin Zizheng's mouth raised slightly as he watched. He was worthy to be called his Da s.h.i.+xiong. But then his expression stiffened when he noticed a root larger than the lotus root, bursting out behind Qin Mo and heading straight towards him. If the attack landed, Qin Mo would surely suffer serious injuries.

He gripped his right hand, and the surrounding water rippled slightly. A silver lance suddenly appeared in Lin Zizheng's grip. He held the lance with a cold glint in his eyes and attacked the dark green root behind Qin Mo.

The long sword was deeply embedded into the roots, and Qin Mo was relieved to see the roots slowly melt into a puddle. He breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to leave here soon because even as a cultivator, he couldn't stay in the water for long.

As he prepared to retreat, he felt a tremor ahead, and a violent wave came from the surrounding water. He raised his head and looked at Lin Zizheng who was aiming straight at him with his long spear. Qin Mo's pupils shrank sharply. He tightened his grasp on the long sword and waved a sword light towards Lin Zizheng's chest.

Translator(s): Teo
Editor(s): Dark
Proofer(s): Sarah