Outer city courtyard
At this time, a day and night have passed since Chen Mo was arrested. Everyone in the courtyard is praying for him. All night long, they worried about his safety, so no one dared to sleep.
On the contrary, the elder who came with Longao Tian found a long bench, with one hand supporting his head, and snored loudly. He paid no attention to the feelings of others.
Little Bean was the youngest and carefree. She lay in Su Yume's arms until midnight, and when the sunlight shone on her face, she slightly opened her eyes and secretly looked around. Then she stared blankly at Su Yume, "Where is my brother, sister Su."
Su Yume, with a pair of dark circles and slightly red eyes, stared at the gate with a weary expression. Her voice was hoarse as she replied, "He hasn't come back yet."
"Brother, is he never coming back? Will he die?"
Little Bean blinked his bright eyes, tears welling up as he asked.
Although she was young, Little Bean had experienced this age should not have painful experiences. When she was locked in the demonic creature cultivation place, she had already witnessed many life and death.
In her eyes, humans are no different from insects, capable of dying at any moment. Therefore, she has become numb to death.
However, for some unknown reason, just thinking about Chen Mo's death made her heart ache as if she had lost something important.
Liulei was restless all night and her face was pale. Now, hearing Little Bean's words, her small hand tightly clutched the hem of her skirt. Her eyes were fluttering with an eye patch, and the red iris began to spread around her eyes. It seemed as if something was awakening.
"It's all my fault, Your Lord offended the Prince of Ning Wang. He is a formidable figure of the Heaven and Dragon Empire. If Your Lord offends him, it will only..." "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Su Yume sighed helplessly, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
"Sister Su, will my brother really die?"
Little Bean anxiously asked, tears welling up in her eyes, with an innocent and cute voice filled with an endless sense of sorrow.
Liulei bit her red lips with her teeth and blood slowly trickled down the corners of her mouth, "I'm too weak. If I were stronger, I could protect my brother..."
Chen Mo's appearance was like that of a fallen immortal, rescuing Liulei from hell. From that moment on, she completely relied on him, considering him her sanctuary.
However, until today, she realized that Chen Mo was not omnipotent. He was human, and he had weaknesses and times when he was unable to help.
The fault lies only in their too weak power.
"Being weak is not your fault, you're all still too young. Even if you have the heart to become stronger, you don't have enough time... I only hope, Master Chen will be blessed with a long life."
Fu Bei sighed slightly, feeling helpless and saying in a helpless manner.
Living all these years, he has seen too much life and death, but by now, what he does not want to see is a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu did not speak, but both felt helpless and guilty over their own weakness.
At noon and three o'clock, the sunlight was even more eye-catching. The old man lying on the bench slowly woke up, stretched his lazy muscles, and smiled, "How, have you all not slept yet?"
No one responded.
"Rest assured, that kid won't die. I dare to guarantee to all of you that on this one and a third mu of land in the Heaven and Dragon Empire, no one can kill him."
The old man said, raising his eyebrow and slightly smiling, "It seems that he's back."
The moment the words fell, everyone's gaze turned towards this mysterious old man.
Crackling——
A creaking sound was heard as the door was pushed open. Chen Mo walked in with a smile on his face, holding various herbs and medicinal materials in his hands.
At this moment, the once oppressive courtyard suddenly became lively. One by one, people rushed over, surrounding Chen Mo and continually inquiring about his well-being.
"Gentlemen, I'm fine, there's no need to worry about it. With the help of brothers like them, I'm safe too. However, the Prince of Ning Wang will be in trouble."
Chen Mo explained with a smile.
"Master, what happened? How could the Prince of Ning Wang allow you to leave safely?"
Su Yume couldn't believe it and looked up and down at Chen Mo, asking with concern.
"In a few days, you'll know."
After greeting everyone with a smile, Chen Mo finally turned his gaze towards Liulei. The latter had her hands clutched to her skirt and tears were streaming down her eyes, giving off a heart-wrenching sense of fragility.
"Stupid girl, what are you crying for? I'm not dead yet."
Chen Mo smiled and patted Liulei's head.
"They all say that the Prince of Ning Wang is very powerful, and you were deliberately targeted. There's a risk of life, I'm worried, I'm worried you might die... Brother, I don't want you to die..."
"Rest assured, I've said that I will always be by your side. How could I easily die? Even if I do, you can bring me back to life again."
"Brother, you're lying. How can death be rebirth?"
Liulei wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye and smiled through her nose.
"Nothing is impossible as long as it's you."
Chen Mo said, and then noticed that an old man in a white robe had been standing beside him, watching him ever since he arrived.
When it comes to flirting, being watched like this feels weird. Chen Mo turned to look at the old man and asked, "May I ask what your name is?"
"He was brought by Dragon Master yesterday. He said he wanted to meet you, and has been waiting here since yesterday."
Fu Ba explained from the side.
Chen Mo nodded slightly and handed the herbs to Fu Bei, "Go prepare the medicine for Little Bean and the others. It's time for the second pulse."
Fu Bei nodded and took the herbs, leaving. Liulei and the others saw this and couldn't continue to trouble Chen Mo, so they returned to their rooms.
"Are you also here to seek the way of cultivation?"
Chen Mo had experienced too much these few days. Due to his words "There are three thousand paths to enlightenment," and his body with a waste spirit vein, he defeated Zhao Wang who had opened two spirit veins. More and more people worshiped him as the Dao Ancestor and sought him out for cultivation guidance.
The old man nodded slightly, "The words of the young master on that day enlightened me greatly. I have come here today to seek the path of cultivation... I am an upper-grade spirit vein, the very forbidden spirit vein that the young master spoke of. In all my efforts over this lifetime, I have only reached the fourth level of a warrior..."
"Dao Ancestor, I am too eager to progress."
"So, you want to take a different path?"
The old man nodded slightly, "However, I have worked hard for decades and have only reached the fourth level of power. If I were to change paths now, wouldn't all those years of effort be wasted? Although I still have several centuries to live and can start anew, the burden on my shoulders cannot be lifted. If I were to abandon my path and start over now, it might..."
The old man sighed gently, "The eight vassal kings and the three major clans are all difficult to deal with. If he were to fall, these others would definitely take advantage of the chaos and gain momentum. No one would be able to control these people at that time."
"You have an upper-grade spirit vein and it's not easy to reach the fourth level of power. However, why do you want to consider discarding your cultivation path and starting over? The alternative path is not to discard your cultivation path and start over, but rather to double cultivate, combining both arts and martial arts or shamanism with martial arts..."
