The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 62

Leaving

Hearing Qin Mo's words, Old Man Wen laughed dryly two times. While his sight drifted, he asked, "What did you say?"

Qin Mo's expression remained unchanged, just staring at the old man coldly.

Old Man Wen wasn't a good liar and he was bad at concealing his emotions. He already had a guilty conscience. Now listening to Qin Mo and seeing his emotionless mask, his heart trembled and the muscles on his face began to shake. With twinkling eyes, Old Man Wen looked strange, "Haha, how can I possibly have any motive?"

Qin Mo had some doubts. Old Man Wen's intention to let the young man go was too eager. Now when he saw the old man this guilty, it immediately confirmed his guess. He didn't know if what he was feeling was disappointment or something else, but he was a little sad which was why he was fixed on asking Old Man Wen.

Lin Zizheng, on the other hand, held his long staff tightly, the light in his pupils dark. If he didn't take into account Qin Mo, he would have gone forward and ended the old man's life.

"I… I helped both of you for a reason." Old Man Wen slowly calmed down, and his gentle appearance was a little deep.

He looked over Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng and finally settled his gaze on the clear sky above. He slowly opened up, "The young people of the Dark Tomb are all controlled by the military dictator, forcing them to enter a place called the Black Cavern. My motive is for both of you to enter the cave as well."

Without waiting for their reply, the old man continued, "If either of you killed that man today, what will come would be endless pursuits of the military. Even if both of you are lucky enough to escape them, you two will never get a chance to enter the Black Cavern again."

Qin Mo's brows wrinkled slightly. He asked, "What do you want us to do inside of the Black Cavern?"

"Help me find someone." Old Man Wen squinted his eyes. As he looked at clouds in the sky, a figure gradually emerged before him.

The wind blew and swirled up the pure white corner of Qin Mo's sleeve. At this moment, Qin Mo's figure appeared to be lonely.

After a long time, Qin Mo's cold voice slowly echoed in the courtyard. "Alright, I'll go."

Hearing Qin Mo's affirmation, the old man's fingers shook, and he breathed a little quicker. He exhaled and turned to look at him. There was a bright flash in his eyes, then a phantom figure appeared before Qin Mo.

Qin Mo nodded and left without a word.

Lin Zizheng's gaze twinkled. He wanted to kill this old man already. There was no need for anyone who upset his Da s.h.i.+xiong to exist. But if he did it, Da s.h.i.+xiong wouldn't be happy. He licked his lips and looked at the old man before him. Such a pity. Thinking of this, he turned and disappeared from his original spot.

"He is my son and…" Old Man Wen sighed softly. The rest of his unheard words slowly disappeared into the air.

Lin Zizheng entered the house and spotted Qin Mo, who was sitting quietly on the bed. He held the nascent stone, close to transparency in his hand. He seemed to be concentrating on practice. But Lin Zizheng knew that at the moment, Qin Mo's mind wouldn't be focused on training.

"Da s.h.i.+xiong, they are irrelevant people. I would never lie to you." He intoned as he walked to Qin Mo's side and kneeled in front of him. Lin Zizheng had a soft look on his face.

Qin Mo opened his eyes fiercely, and those gla.s.s-like orbs fixed on Lin Zizheng as he spoke with a rare tone of mockery. "Never lie to me?"

Who betrayed him? Regarding Lin Zizheng, Qin Mo's mood was very complicated. He thought he would hate him, but after their reunion, Lin Zizheng stood up for him many times, even at the expense of himself. Qin Mo wasn't foolish. He could see that Lin Zizheng cared very much for him, but to just forgive Lin Zizheng? His heart was unwilling.

The small room quieted down. Qin Mo closed his eyes and stopped looking at Lin Zizheng. He seemed to be a little soft-hearted toward the young man.

Lin Zizheng's face paled. When Qin Mo closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to him, a scarlet color emerged in his eyes. He slowly extended his hand in Qin Mo's direction. He wanted to imprison his Da s.h.i.+xiong, so he would never show such an expression again.

"Bang!" A loud crash rang outside of the house. There was a thin figure slamming violently against the wall.

"Here's the place!" A familiar voice was heard and Qin Mo immediately opened his eyes. Lin Zizheng's outstretched hand also snapped back, and the two men immediately walked out of the room.

"Haha, it's these two?" When both Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng appeared, a light laugh sounded in the courtyard. With a flash of dark shadow, two figures suddenly came into view.

One man dressed in purple glanced at Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng. He said to the young man who had visited the courtyard before, "Huang Yan, they both have very weak nascent spiritual power. You were messed by them this violently? You're placing our Tomb Palace to shame."

Huang Yan's face turned red and couldn't speak. He only stared at Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng.

"Come with us. Maybe you two would suffer less." The man in purple said in an indifferent tone. He looked at them like they were ants. 

Qin Mo snorted coldly and turned to help Old Man Wen up from the ground, ignoring the man's meaning.

"Such a courageous spirit. Too bad people with this characteristic rarely live long!" Seeing Qin Mo acting this way, the man in purple clothes had a bloodthirsty smile on his face. With a flash of movement, he clenched his hands into fists and aimed them directly at Qin Mo.

Watching the man heading so quickly at him, the nascent spiritual power around Qin Mo vibrated. An invisible attack met the man and collided with him.

Bang!

The invisible nascent spiritual power exploded in the middle. Qin Mo's expression paled and he staggered back a few steps.

"Da s.h.i.+xiong." Seeing Qin Mo injured, Lin Zizheng's face changed and he immediately went forward to support him.

"Such trash." The man smiled and his right hand made a claw-shaped gesture. Five transparent spikes visible to the naked eyes appeared on his fingertips. He first clenched at Qin Mo's chest, but he thought of something and showed a look of pity. When he turned his wrist, the five spikes attacked Qin Mo's legs.

Lin Zizheng's eyes were sharp. A strong wind swept away beside him and wrapped Qin Mo tightly in it.

The sound of impact and the sharp attacks seemed fierce. It hit the wind wall but didn't cause any harm to Qin Mo. When the powerful wind slowly subsided, the opponents saw both Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng still standing intact.

"Su Dong, it was that guy who defeated me. This boy can condense power from nascent spiritual power." When Huang Yan saw Lin Zizheng, he, who had been defeated by him, immediately said while gritting his teeth.

"Oh? He could condense weapons. His nascent spiritual power has reached the third layer." The purple clothed man named Su Dong showed a dignified expression. Then he moved his feet as a huge shadow appeared at his hand and he slammed it fiercely at Lin Zizheng's head.

Lin Zizheng was never someone at a disadvantage. He coldly snorted once, and the tremendous wave of nascent spiritual power slowly dispersed around him.

"Wait." A plain voice suddenly spoke up and a figure of a man appeared directly on the battlefield where the two men were fighting. With his hands raised, both Su Dong and Lin Zizheng's fierce attacks were easily eliminated.

"With your strength, you can easily join our Tomb Palace and enjoy a higher level of treatment." The man slowly retracted his hands and straightened out his somewhat messy clothes. He looked back at Lin Zizheng lightly. In a moment, a strong pressure suddenly emitted from him.

Feeling the tremendous pressure, Lin Zizheng immediately s.h.i.+elded Qin Mo beside him. His gaze radiated with murderous intent. 

"Your friend can enter with you." As if he didn't notice Lin Zizheng's malicious aura, the man looked at Qin Mo and said with no fluctuation in his eyes.

"Yang s.h.i.+shu, how can you let this guy off so easily? The boy hurt Huang Yan." Su Dong shouted discontendly with a dark face.

"That's right, Yang s.h.i.+shu. You must not let this kid join Tomb Palace." Hearing what Su Dong said, Huang Yan glared at Lin Zizheng.

"Shut up!" The man in green clothes cried out, and the two faces suddenly blanched. They stopped talking and only looked at Lin Zizheng with blatant hatred.

"How about it?" The man turned to Lin Zizheng with a heavy gaze.

"I want to enter the Black Cavern." Lin Zizheng casually said. He thought of the thing that Qin Mo had promised Old Man Wen from before so Lin Zizheng supported it without glancing at the three men.

Qin Mo's body trembled slightly, and his thoughts toward Lin Zizheng became more complex. It was he who promised the old man to go to the Black Cavern. After listening to the old man's words, he deduced that the Black Cavern must be a very dangerous place. When they first arrived here, the situation wasn't clear but Lin Zizheng gave up such a good opportunity to go to the Black Cavern without hesitation.

The man in green also showed some surprise in his expression. He didn't expect Lin Zizheng to make such a request.

"Alright!" Su Dong immediately promised while beaming with joy. The man frowned but said nothing, apparently agreeing to Su Dong's statement.

Once consensus was reached, several people were ready to leave. The three men from the Tomb Palace led the way while Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng followed behind.

The moment they stepped out of the courtyard, the quiet Old Man Wen suddenly ran up and grabbed Qin Mo's hand. His gaze was complicated. At last, he sighed lowly, put a cloth bag into Qin Mo's hand, and said, "Be careful."

Facing the old man, Qin Mo pursed his lips and grasped the cloth bag in his hand tightly. Finally, he nodded slowly.

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