Chapter 45: The Tenderness of That Moment
Chapter 45: The Tenderness of That Moment
Under Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang’s tense watch, the woman in white, Mu Wuyan, and Ghost Mother each displayed their divine skills.
Slowly, as Ghost Mother’s attacks grew fiercer, Mu Wuyan also began her own sharp counterattacks.
“I desire to face the heavens, and the world will be free of sin!”
“I desire to face the heavens, and heaven and earth will no longer collapse!”
“I desire to face the heavens, heaven and earth will be pure, with no more darkness or evil!”
…
Ascending Heaven Art!
As Ghost Mother pressed forward step by step, the woman in white, Mu Wuyan, held nothing back, fully unleashing the world-renowned Ascending Heaven Art.
Her long sleeves fluttered up and down, looking from afar like a fairy dancing gracefully, offering sacrifices to the sky.
A solemn, sacred, and immense power spread far and wide, enveloping the Hundred Thousand Mountains behind Mu Manor.
In an instant, Ghost Mother, who bore the brunt of it, felt immense pressure, wisps of black smoke rising from her body, and Mu Feng’s blood energy churned inside him.
Once Ascending Heaven was unleashed, no evil would remain in the world!
Mu Wuyan swung her long sleeves as if to wash away all darkness and evil from the world.
Mu Feng felt an unprecedented pressure, and his body involuntarily began emitting wisps of blood mist.
The blood did not gather around him but evaporated directly into thin air.
If this continued, even without any external wounds, the blood inside his body would quickly evaporate entirely, leading to death from blood loss.
“Good, what a formidable Ascending Heaven Art!”
Ghost Mother’s expression turned grave, and she suddenly let out a sharp cry, charging forward like lightning.
Thick black energy abruptly surged from within her, resisting Mu Wuyan’s pressure.
With a sharp sound, her already seven-inch-long nails shot out, now eighteen inches long, like eighteen sharp scimitars, with black light intensifying.
After a brief sway, she lunged at Mu Wuyan with a phantom-like blur, her sharp nails suddenly tearing forcefully.
Sss…
The sound of cloth tearing abruptly echoed, and the two figures on the field touched and then retreated instantly!
The solemn, immense power vanished, and the thick black smoke dissipated with the wind.
Mu Wuyan’s face was cold, and her pristine long sleeve was torn off at the end.
Ghost Mother, standing opposite, had a lock of her white hair sliced off by Mu Wuyan’s sleeve, leaving the back of her head bald like a bald patch, making her look even more terrifying.
A cold breeze swept past, and the pile of skulls on the mountaintop suddenly collapsed and weathered, turning into countless specks of dust that vanished.
The fierce winds stirred up by their battle were devastating!
“Ah…”
The sudden commotion made the already tense Jing Wushuang scream in alarm.
Luckily, a large boulder blocked the way in front of her, or she might have shared the fate of the many skulls.
“Since you’re here, come out!”
The woman in white, Mu Wuyan, lightly waved her sleeve, and the boulder as large as a small hill rumbled and crashed down the cliff, revealing the two figures.
“Granny!”
Jing Wushuang stood up anxiously, nervously gripping Mu Feng’s left hand.
She had thought they were silent and undetected, but it turned out Mu Wuyan and Ghost Mother had long known of their arrival.
“Gah gah gah, not bad, daring to climb up here. Shuang’er, your courage is growing!”
Ghost Mother laughed harshly, looking Jing Wushuang and Mu Feng up and down with a strange tone, “A fine match, talented man and beautiful woman. But the sweeter the beginning, the more tragic the end tends to be. Gah gah gah, Shuang’er, don’t be foolish. There isn’t a single good man in the world. How about I help you kill him early?”
Seeing Ghost Mother about to act, with black light shining from her nails, Jing Wushuang didn’t hesitate and instinctively moved to shield Mu Feng, “No, Granny, don’t! Mu Feng is just my brother, don’t kill him, please don’t…”
“Hmm, Mu Feng, a disciple of Mu Manor?”
Before Ghost Mother could speak, the woman in white, Mu Wuyan, suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked Mu Feng over, as if recalling something, “Young man, who is Mu Yuan to you?”
“He was my late father!”
Mu Feng bowed respectfully, neither humble nor arrogant, standing tall and fearless even in the presence of two supreme experts.
From the conversation between the woman in white and Ghost Mother, he vaguely gathered that she was also from Mu Manor and held a significant background.
“Good, no wonder you carry a hint of Mu Yuan’s spirit. This is the bearing a descendant of Mu Royal Manor should have! However, as a disciple of Mu Manor, you should uphold purity and self-respect, not fall into demonic paths for momentary desires and face eternal doom! Since it’s our first meeting, I’ll give you this Clear Heart Ring!”
Mu Wuyan spoke in a calm tone, flicking her finger lightly, and a cool ring landed in Mu Feng’s hand.
As she spoke, she walked to the edge of the cliff and simply stepped off.
The next moment, her figure flickered and disappeared, leaving only her faint voice faintly echoing from the horizon.
Clear Heart Ring?
Mu Feng’s eyes lit up, overjoyed.
The Clear Heart Ring was famed within Mu Manor, not only sealing an extradimensional space for storing items but also clearing the mind and suppressing evil.
Worn on the finger, it greatly reduced interference from Inner Demons during cultivation, preventing Qi Deviation.
Each one was personally crafted by the elusive Grand Elder, making them rare and highly sought after, even by many elite disciples.
“Oh? Giving away a Clear Heart Ring right away. Brat, it seems you hold quite a high status in Mu Manor!”
Ghost Mother looked at Mu Feng in surprise, her expression shifting uncertainly as if weighing something carefully.
After a long while, the black light on her nails finally faded slowly, making the nervous Jing Wushuang beside her sigh in relief.
“Granny, why did you come here tonight? And who exactly is that woman in white?”
Seeing blood seeping from Ghost Mother’s scalp, as if she were seriously injured, Jing Wushuang quickly took out a medicine bottle and gently sprinkled some powder on it.
Though Ghost Mother was evil and fearsome, she had shown Jing Wushuang a master-like kindness.
Watching her nearly severely wounded, Jing Wushuang’s eyes reddened.
“Granny’s affairs are none of your concern!”
Ghost Mother sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless, letting Jing Wushuang tend to her wounds.
Her tone was cold, but a rare warmth flashed briefly in her eyes.
She gave a cold laugh and continued, “As for that woman in white… ask the brat beside you, he should know better. Mu Wuyan, Mu Wuyan, the master of Smokeless Grotto-Heaven in Mu Manor, truly formidable!”
“Smokeless Grotto-Heaven?”
Recalling the woman in white’s graceful dance and pristine long sleeves, Jing Wushuang felt a deep yearning, “Granny, what realm has that woman in white reached in her cultivation?”
“True Human Realm!”
Ghost Mother’s cold tone made Jing Wushuang gasp in surprise.
Breaking through from Mortal Realm to Elite Realm made one an elite among people, transcending ordinary mortals with great divine powers.
Breaking through from Elite Realm to True Human Realm made one a legendary existence, with boundless power, turning clouds and rain with a flick of the hand!
Ordinary people practiced martial arts or cultivation, but at True Human Realm, it was called cultivating truth, refining the heart to seek the Way.
For them, only after breaking through to True Human Realm did one become a true person; otherwise, all were mere ants!
“Mu Wuyan’s Ascending Heaven Art specifically suppresses all dark, evil cultivation methods in the world. At its peak, one step facing the heavens would turn all demonic paths within tens of thousands of miles to ashes. However, she is not the most powerful in Mu Manor.” Ghost Mother’s expression grew serious as she slowly added, “When it comes to the top expert of Mu Manor, it would be the former Family Patriarch who once shook the Great Thousand World, known as Mu Zhenren, a great hero of his generation!”
Mu Zhenren?
Mu Feng was shocked; even as a disciple of Mu Manor, he had never heard this name.
“Heh, the heroic, indomitable Mu Zhenren! Sadly, after his battle with Wu Zhenren in the Imperial Capital over a decade ago, he never appeared again, and no one knows if he’s alive or dead!” Ghost Mother chuckled, glancing meaningfully at Mu Feng.
“Wu Zhenren? Who is that?” Mu Feng looked at Ghost Mother and pressed in a deep voice, vaguely sensing that her glance held significant meaning.
“Gah gah gah, Wu Zhenren! Among countless cultivators, one who breaks through to the True Person Realm Peak and can bear the prefix ‘Martial’—what kind of person do you think that is?”
Ghost Mother suddenly laughed loudly, then gritted her teeth, feigning madness, startling Jing Wushuang into instinctively stepping back and pressing close to Mu Feng, “Wu Zhenren, ha ha ha, Wu Zhenren! Young man, don’t be so impatient. As long as you don’t die and one day break through to True Human Realm, you will meet him someday, ha ha ha!”
Ghost Mother acted crazed, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes gnashing her teeth, leaving no opportunity for further questions.
After a while, her face suddenly darkened as she looked coldly at Jing Wushuang and said, “Shuang’er, nothing brings you here without reason. Speak, what matter brings you to Granny this time? Could it be for this brat again?”
“Yes!”
Remembering Ghost Mother’s earlier remarks about a fine match, Jing Wushuang’s face flushed with shyness, “Granny, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada’s poison has seeped into Mu Feng’s blood. What should we do?”
Poison in the blood?
Ghost Mother looked at Mu Feng in surprise again, as if puzzled that his body showed no visible effects, her expression cold, “What to do? Wait for death! Who can survive after being poisoned by the Six-Winged Golden Cicada? Gah gah gah!”
Hearing this, Jing Wushuang grew frantic and knelt on the ground with a ‘thud,’ tears welling in her eyes, “Granny, you must have a way. Please save Mu Feng. Shuang’er begs you!”
“Shuang’er, years ago, when Granny was severely injured and on the verge of death, you saved me. At that time, I promised that no matter what, I would grant you one request in the future, but…” Ghost Mother paused, looking at Jing Wushuang as she slowly continued, “Is it worth using that one chance on this brat?”
“It’s worth it!”
Jing Wushuang nodded firmly without a hint of hesitation.
Seeing her resolute expression, for some reason, Mu Feng suddenly felt his nose tingle.
Over the years, aside from his mother, this was the first time he had encountered someone who cared for him so deeply.
Her flowing long hair, slender shoulders…
From behind, the pitifully kneeling Jing Wushuang was like a clear spring, a burning torch, touching a deep corner of his heart!
A true man, with unyielding spirit and decisive killing intent, is not born cold-hearted. He simply hasn’t yet met the woman in his life who can stir the tenderness within him!
“Sigh, Shuang’er, why must you go to such lengths?”
Looking at the tearful yet unhesitating Jing Wushuang, the cold-faced Ghost Mother let out a sigh.
With a flip of her right hand, a massive Cauldron appeared before them, crawling with toads, snakes, centipedes, and other terrifying creatures, their strange cries sending shivers down the spine.