The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 78

When the three's feet are firmly on the ground, their current location is Lin Zizheng's stone chamber that he confined Qin Mo prior. Looking at the lotus blossoming in the pool, Qin Mo suddenly had a feeling that lifetime had pa.s.sed.

The spirit energies in the s.p.a.ce filled around him, and the spirit power within his body also flared up. He moved his palm gently and felt as if he was about to break through.

Glancing at the two beside him, sure enough, he saw the visible spirit energies hovering around them.

Sensing Qin Mo's gaze, Lin Zizheng smiled, obviously guessing Qin Mo's thoughts. Saying nothing, a cl.u.s.ter of light threads blinded Wen Qing, and he gave a cold snort as he pulled Wen Qing away.

Wen Qing only nodded to Qin Mo before being dragged out by Lin Zizheng, helplessly.

Qin Mo did not speak out seeing the rough treatment from Lin Zizheng. Since their first meeting, Lin Zizheng seems to be very unhappy with Wen Qing. With pa.s.sing time, this feeling is even worse.

Qin Mo cleared his head and sat on the stone bed as he closed his eyes to cultivate. 

When Qin Mo opened his eyes, it was months later.

At this time, Qin Mo's strength rose from Spirit Solitude early stage to the late stage, and he has reached ninth layer Spirit Solitude cultivation base, which is quite a sense of rapid progress.

Thinking through this, this progress is perfectly reasonable. During his time in Dark Tomb, after experiencing many battles of life and death, so of course his cultivation base would advance. But because there is no spirit energy in the boundary of spirit origin, his cultivation base has been suppressed unit now, and it flourished now he is back to the demon's boundary. So this is what it's like to have acc.u.mulated knowledge and be able to deliver it slowly.

His divine sense also increased by an insane amount. When he used it, he could view everything in the environment. No one could be seen above the stone chamber, even no trace of Lin Zizheng and Wen Qing. He stood up straight and prepared to have a look outside.

He paused when his fingertips touched the cool silver mask on the stone bed. Lin Zizheng previously provided this mask for him to cover his face with. Although their relations.h.i.+p has not been restored as before, the tension has eased a lot. It's not a problem for him to leave this room, it's just this mask…

After a moment's hesitation, he put on the mask, straightened his clothes, and cast a dust removal ability on himself. Once he was presentable, he went out.

The moment he is out of the underground palace, his heart speeds up. He looked up at the palace where the palace master lived. He sensed several strong auras there, belonging to Nascent Soul cultivators. 

He furrowed his brows. After he came back from the boundary of spirit origin, he has been in seclusion within the stone room. He did not know the situation outside.

He moved to that direction. He wrapped himself in a layer of nascent spirit power as he got closer and carefully covered up his aura. Since returning here, his nascent spirit power has been gathered in his sea of consciousness, which is more powerful and convenient when it merges with his divine sense.

After a period of intense cultivation, his divine sense advanced forward further than his cultivation base, and must be stronger than other cultivators at his level. For thousands of years, the cultivators in the cultivation world have gradually lost ways to fine-tune divine sense, leaving common probing and exploring as the most common use. He believed that even a cultivation at Nascent Soul will not sense his trace.

Standing behind the stone pillar, his sight fell on a group of people before him.

There are two groups of people in the open s.p.a.ce in front of the palace, one of whom he is familiar with. He is from the north palace of the lower demon region; the north palace lord is standing with a smile.

The strangest thing is Lin Zizheng, who stood in the most central spot casually.

Feeling Qin Mo observing them, Lin Zizheng looked toward his direction and grinned. Letting him know that he was detected.

An old man in a grey robe stood in mid-air opposite from the north palace group. His eyes glanced scornfully at them, swept through Lin Zizheng in the center and immediately landed on the palace lord on the side with a hint of disdain. The bleak voice slowly spread out in the air, "Qing Xue, you d.a.m.n old man. I haven't seen you for many years. You are really living more and more cowardly, even let a brat ride on your own head."

Palace Lord Qing Xue's smile was stiff as anger filled his heart. He knew that Lin Zizheng was a disciple of an important man in the upper demon region, so he always treated him politely, but did not really put him in his eyes.

The demon's boundary always values strength. Although there are few cultivators with Core Formation in the lower demon region, they are not without them. Someone insignificant like Lin Zizheng is not worth his time. But after Lin Zizheng disappeared for several days and reappeared, he could not fight back as Nascent Soul cultivator against Lin Zizheng who is at the end of his Core Formation. 

He put on an unworry face and looked at the old man. Even his expression showed some unkind expressions. This old man in a grey robe is the south palace's lord. He was called Elder Heigu. Qing Xue said without a trace of emotion, "Honoring a bet, nothing more to it."

"Honoring a bet?" The old man laughed twice and chewed these words thoughtfully. Although he was always conceited and thought that his strength was better than the north palace lord. He only recognized the four palace lords in the whole lower demon region. Anyone else were ants. Thus when he didn't believe the news that the north palace lord himself lost to a brat at the end of Core Formation, 

He stepped forward, and the aura around his whole body flourished. In a flash, he appeared above Lin Zizheng with his right hand raised high, and a bundle of majestic charges fired toward him.

Witnessing the start of Elder Heigu's attacks, Qing Xue took a step back and stood at one side leisurely. Smiling, yet not a smile, showing no meaning of a.s.sisting Lin Zizheng.

Seeing the north palace lord's stance, the elder increased his aura and strength, continuing to attack.

Qin Mo frowned. Even though he knew Lin Zizheng's strength would increase greatly, he felt somewhat worried.

Lin Zizheng's expression remains unchanged. Even when the attack almost reached him, there was no sign of panic. He lightly flutters his sleeve, and a cl.u.s.ter of black lights emitted out from him. The lights attacked the elder dead on.

"Bang!" When the two collided, Lin Zizheng's seemingly inconspicuous strike directly blocked the Elder Heigu's fierce strike. The elder trembled and stepped backward.

When he could stand straight again, his expression became gloomier. He looked at the Qing Xue, who smiled at his stumble and clenched his fist tightly. This brat made him lose face in public, but he is unwilling to act rashly. With just one attack, he has an idea on Lin Zizheng's strength.

"Hey, there is a little ant here." Just as the atmosphere became rigid, a light laugh came from the side.

The crowd turned toward the sound to see two people standing in the corner. One dressed in black with expressions full of banter, giving everyone an aura similar to that of Elder Heigu. He was obviously a Nascent Soul cultivator. 

The person opposite covered his face with a special mask, making no one able to see his features, but they could see through his cultivation base at a glance, at Spirit Solitude. That man is Qin Mo.

Elder Heigu gave a cold snort and fired an attack casually in Qin Mo's direction. He felt very dejected and wanted to vent his anger. This person has the honor to die in this elder's hand.

Qin Mo looked at the man dressed in black who suddenly appeared before him, but he was still on alert with his divine sense, aware of everyone around him. When Elder Heigu threw out a hit, he already noticed it.

Qin Mo retreated quickly and summoned his Thunderbolt to his hand from the Qiankun bag. The sword buzzed happily as soon as it appeared, having been on standby for a very long time.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up when he stroked the blade. His whole body's spirit power circulated, and he commanded a slash against the oncoming attack.

He has been using a sword since he transmigrated. Scattered Sky Sword has also cultivated the second style. He has a more thorough understanding of swordsmans.h.i.+p. This single-dazzling attack, seemingly simple and unadorned, but also hiddenly sharp and deadly.

As he wielded the single counterattack, he did not relax. He glanced at the people around the black-clad man in alertness. However, he couldn't get an idea of their thoughts; they smiled and stepped back, not wanting to enter the fight against Qin Mo.

The sword light came from the sky, and directly collided and split the elder's attack in half, landing straight at Elder Heigu.

There was a flash of light on Elder Heigu, interwoven with the sword light, then it slowly dispersed.

Looking at the hair falling from his forehead, rage filled Elder Heigu's heart. At first he paid no mind to Qin Mo, and casually threw out an attack with little power, but enough to kill a Spirit Solitude cultivator. He did not expect this ant to not only destroy his attack, but also landed a hit close to him.

Previously, when fighting with Lin Zizheng, he was at a disadvantage, which only made him feel dejected. After all, the North Palace Master also lost to Lin Zizheng.

But now, with a malicious smile, a gray light glittered in his hands and a long black bone appeared in his hand. He waved the bone across the air with a sharp murderous aura, forcing people around him to step back. 

Elder Heigu's expression was dark, and the spirit energies around him flared up as he poured them into his black bone. The long black bone trembled and slashed a dark colored hit, aiming at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked pale, but he held his long sword tightly. The word quivered and floated in mid-air as Qin Mo shouted in a crisp and clear voice, "Scattered Sky Sword." At the same time, he formed a series of hand seals, and a golden dragon slowly emerged. He yelled in a low tone, "Secret Dragon Art."

When he said the last word, he expanded his divine sense, and the nascent spirit power within his sea of consciousness condensed into a slender light sword and flew around the back of Elder Heigu, and stabbed him without mercy. 

Lin Zizheng, who had been sitting in the center of the group from the north palace, appeared beside Qin Mo.

The surrounding air contracted and bazed up spirit energy gathered toward Qin Mo and created in a large sword shadow. A trace of surprise showed on Elder Heigu's face. He did not expect for Qin Mo to summon such a powerful move.

But then, with a cold look, he controlled the long black bone in his hand, and bombarded Qin Mo with a series of attacks. The boy's strength was too weak, even if his moves were strong, he had no chance of winning. 

After a long period of stalemate between the black light on the long bone and the sword shadow, the bone pierced the sword shadow and flew straight toward Qin Mo. Elder Heigu's face showed a satisfied smile. 

Just as he thought he could wipe out Qin Mo, he sensed danger in the back of his head.

As someone who always trusted his intuition, he formed a hand seal and created a protected boundary around him. The feeling of relief, then the sound of breaking, followed by an invisible sword stabbed straight into his head.

"Ah!" When the long sword stabbed into his brain, it created severe pain. He cried out as he held his head tightly.

After the long delay, did the large divine dragon form successfully and hover above Elder Heigu. It glittered brightly in gold and took advantage as it swung its tail mercilessly at the elder.

Enduring the sharp pain, the elder waved his weapon towards the golden dragon, and bent his left hand into claws before grasping the dragon. The five claws were so sharp that they scattered the dragon's body.

As the golden dragon slowly dispersed, Elder Heigu's appeared in a somewhat sorry figure. He turned slowly while supporting his aching head. Both his eyes flashed in red. He was overconfident and carelessly made an avoidable mistake. Now he is serious and dismembered this brat's body into thousands of pieces.

Witnessing Elder Heigu being injured, it surprised the man dressed in black. He did not expect this boy could hurt the elder.

As the long black bone's attack arrived before him, and before Qin Mo could do anything, Lin Zizheng's figure came out from the side. Qin Mo could only see a blood light flashed in Lin Zizheng's left palm and collided with the incoming attack.

After that, Lin Zizheng stretched out his right arm and grasped Qin Mo's waist, tightly clasped him into his arm and retreated with a single leap.

When the elder turned around, what he saw was his attack breaking up in pieces in Lin Zizheng's red-blood light. He clenched his long black bone and stared at the two of them. However, he didn't rush to fight against Lin Zizheng for fear of his strength. He asked through gritted teeth, "Boy, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Lin Zizheng did not loosen his embrace. He only glanced at Elder Heigu and casually said, "Saving him." He obviously did not put the elder in his eyes.

Being despised by Lin Zizheng in this manner, Elder Heigu's face turned red, and the hand holding the weapon trembled in rage. He pointed toward Qin Mo and shouted, "Did you not feel the disgusting righteous air on him?"

Lin Zizheng responded by giving a bright smile and tightened his right arm to hold Qin Mo closer.

Qin Mo frowned uncomfortably, but he knew Lin Zizheng was helping him and did not struggle.

Lin Zizheng's eyes swept over the silver mask on Qin Mo's face and finally fell on his right lips. His iris glittered as he suddenly lowered his head and gave Qin Mo a light kiss on the corner of his lips.

Then he quickly turned to look at Elder Heigu and said in a firm expression outside Qin Mo's field of vision, "What does that have to do with it? He is mine." 

As soon as these words came out, the whole place quiet down. The crowd's meaningful glance turned slightly strange. Although the demonic cultivators and demons in the demon's boundary have always been f.u.c.ked up, but man with man…

Qin Mo, who was in Lin Zizheng's arms, stiffened. Then he struggled. The light in Lin Zizheng's eyes dimmed slightly, and whispered to Qin Mo's ears, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, the current situation is complicated. Only this could ensure your safety."

Qin Mo paused his movement and swept over the fierce group of people behind Elder Heigu. He stopped his struggle completely and stayed quiet in Lin Zizheng's arm, with a faint red behind his ears.

Qin Mo has a habit of cleanliness. This is the first time he has such close contact with another. There was a small stir in his heart, and he was calm again in a flash.

"Yours? A righteous cultivator?" Elder Heigu was speechless, but he recovered his composure and glanced at the man dressed in black and North Palace Lord, who had been watching the bustling scene. He roared, "A righteous cultivator mixed in the demon's boundary, what are your views?"

The man in black has crescent moon eyes. He smiled happily but did not say a single word and did not put the elder's man in his heart.

Qing Xue lowered his eyes, revealing nothing. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face and said to the elder, "It's just a small boy toy…"

"Not a boy toy." Before he could finish, he heard Lin Zizheng's unhappy voice. His glare dark and cold at Qing Xue.

Lin Zizheng's voice was full of disdain. Elder Heigu sneered, and Qing Xue's smile stiffened but he continued as if nothing had happened, "The most important thing for us now is to discuss how to deal with righteous cultivators on the Deep Stone Mountain."

The elder's lips moved, but he snorted coldly, saying nothing, and waved to the disciples behind him to let them scatter. Then he walked inside the palace.

The young man said emotionless, "I didn't expect that they really came."

"Those righteous cultivators have always put on a good face, we created a loud ruckus in this matter and captured almost all the cultivators from the boundary of the guard sea. They will come out." Qing Xue smiled.