Mo Wenjie sat cross-legged in the cave, surrounded by chaotic spiritual energy. This was a sign that he was about to breakthrough, but danger also accompanied it. As the spiritual energy condensed, rocks began to fall from the top of the cave. Mo Wenjie sweated profusely on his forehead, but he clenched his teeth and refused to give up. He knew that once he retreated, all of his previous efforts would be wasted.
Just as the rocks were about to hit him, a powerful force erupted from Mo Wenjie's body, shaking the rocks away. He succeeded in breaking through! Mo Wenjie stood up, feeling the surging spiritual power within him, a faint smile appeared on his face.
After leaving the cave, he received news that a miraculous phenomenon had appeared at an ancient site in the city center, and many cultivators were restless. Mo Wenjie knew there must be opportunities there, but it was also certain to be fraught with danger. Yet he didn't hesitate to go there. Upon arriving at the entrance of the ancient site, he saw that many cultivators were plotting and fighting with each other, all just to enter first.
Mo Wenjie stood quietly in place, his eyes calmly scanning the chaotic scene before him, filled with shouts and the sound of fighting. He knew very well that these meaningless conflicts would only waste time and energy, and might even put himself in danger. Therefore, he decided to temporarily leave this noisy place and search for a more suitable path for himself to explore.
After a careful observation, Mo Wenjie finally discovered a very hidden thin weak point on the nearby stone wall. This place was covered with a light mist, and if he did not have a keen observation power, it would be difficult to notice its existence.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wenjie took a deep breath, beginning to mobilize the spiritual energy within him. A faint glow emanated from around him as he quickly formed several complex hand seals. With a soft incantation from his mouth, a powerful wave of spiritual energy burst from his body and directly pounded into the weak point.
Only to hear a resounding "bang," the seemingly impenetrable stone wall suddenly appeared a large crack. Mo Wenjie's figure flashed like a ghost, passing through the crack like a phantom, becoming the first to step into the interior of the ancient site alone.
Upon entering the ancient site, Mo Wenjie immediately felt an ancient and mysterious atmosphere enveloping him. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to see the path ahead. But he did not hesitate to retreat; instead, he carefully moved forward, ready to explore the rare opportunity that awaited them.
Mo Wenjie was about to allow Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu rou, Xiao Ya Wen and the others to follow him in the exploration when a group of masked men suddenly appeared. The leader of the masked men launched an attack directly at Mo Wenjie! Facing the leader's sudden assault, Mo Wenjie's eyes flickered with a moment of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and assumed a defensive posture.
The leader's attack was fierce and powerful, with every move carrying a deadly threat. Mo Wenjie agility in evading, seeking the opportunity for counterattack. His body was like a ghost, moving freely in the leader's attacks.
However, the leader's strength clearly exceeded Mo Wenjie's expectations. In a fierce collision, Mo Wenjie was pushed back several steps, a stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
But Mo Wenjie did not retreat; instead, he was ignited by the spirit of combat. He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and charged towards the leader again.
The two engaged in a fierce battle, the air around them appearing to be distorted by their powers. Mo Wenjie continuously displayed his own unique techniques, attempting to find the leader's weakness.
Finally, in a clever counter-attack, Mo Wenjie successfully hit the leader's weak spot. The leader grunted and took a few steps back.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Wenjie launched his final attack, his punches falling on the leader like rain. The leader struggled to withstand, and finally collapsed to the ground.
Mo Wenjie panthed heavily, his chest rising and falling violently. Beads of sweat rolled down his rugged face as he stood straight in front of the leader's towering figure, like an immovable mountain.
At this moment, the depths of his eyes, which were as profound as a pool of water, shimmered with intense and bright light. This light was not only filled with joy from the recent victory, but also flowed with an absolute confidence in his own formidable strength.
This confidence was not blind arrogance, but came from countless life-and-death battles, refined and accumulated over time. Every swing of a sword, every dodge, every desperate counterattack only made him more convinced that the power he possessed was enough to overcome any enemy.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie stood there, making the entire world brighter because of him. He was like a brilliant star suddenly emerging from the boundless darkness, emitting an indescribable and irresistible radiance. The light was as fiery as the sun and as gentle as the moon, intertwined together to form a unique and charming allure.
Huang Ling'er looked at Mo Wenjie, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration and joy. She couldn't help but recall the little bits and pieces of their friendship, the ups and downs they had gone through together, which had now turned into the warmest memories in her heart. Having such an outstanding man as her husband, she felt overwhelmingly happy and contented.
Jiang Yu rou watched Mo Wenjie silently, her mouth slightly curled upwards, revealing a gentle smile. In her eyes, Mo Wenjie was not only the man she deeply loved but also the most solid and reliable companion on her path through life. No matter what difficulties or dangers she faced, with Mo Wenjie by her side, she felt brimming with courage and strength to face everything.
Xiao Ya Wen crossed her arms and looked at Mo Wenjie with a faint sense of pride in her eyes. She knew that his talents and abilities were far beyond those of ordinary people. Being his wife was undoubtedly a precious gift bestowed by the heavens. Thinking of this, a wave of sweetness inexplicably rose in her heart.
Ding Yan blinked her bright eyes, her gaze never leaving Mo Wenjie for even a moment. This man was like a mystery that drew her to explore and understand endlessly. Every time he showcased his exceptional side, it only deepened her love for him.
Tuobaying Yingying bit her lips lightly, her face slightly blushing. To her, Mo Wenjie was both a gentle and caring lover and a life-long port of reliance. Every time she thought back to the warm scenes they shared together, her heart would pound like a racing deer, with intense palpitations.
Qin Xiaodie held her cheeks, gazing at Mo Wenjie with a dazed look in her eyes. She silently marveled, "How could there be such a flawless man in the world?" To marry such an outstanding individual was truly the greatest fortune of her life.
Cao Chunling also fixed her eyes on Mo Wenjie, her face radiating with happiness. She was grateful to have encountered and fallen in love with this extraordinary man amidst the vast sea of people, and ultimately to be able to walk alongside him for the rest of their lives.
Mo Wenjie looked at the gazes from the women in front of him, a murmur rising in his heart. Those eyes were either filled with tenderness, curiosity, or slight anger, leaving him momentarily bewildered. He saw his eyebrows furrow slightly and his lips part as he mumbled to himself: "What's wrong with them? Why are they staring at me with such strange looks? Is it because of my today's attire or my behavior that seems inappropriate? " Mo Wenjie pondered this silently to himself while carefully observing the reactions of the women around him, hoping to find some clues. However, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not decipher the true thoughts of these women.
Mo Wenjie shook his head lightly in a look of helplessness, murmuring to himself in thought, "Ah well, no matter how much I think about it, I can't figure it out!" His brows were knit together, and his eyes conveyed a hint of confusion and perplexity.
However, after a moment, he seemed to have come to the decision not to dwell on it further, thinking to himself, "Since it's like that, I might as well stop thinking about it! What do they want in the end? What can I do about it? After all, I can't control their thoughts!" Thinking this, Mo Wenjie's mood slightly eased up, but worry and helplessness were still intertwined within him.
At this moment, a melodious flute tune suddenly rang out from within the ancient site. The attention of everyone was drawn to it, and Mo Wenjie became alert, sensing a hidden danger behind the flute sound. He signaled the women to follow him closely and slowly approached the source of the flute sound.
As they entered a grand hall, they saw a jade box emitting an ethereal glow in the center, and it was from the box that the flute sound was coming. Before Mo Wenjie could take any action, many puppets emerged from the surroundings, brandishing blades and rushing towards them.
Mo Wenjie let out a loud roar, his spirit energy surging through his body as he charged into the ranks of the puppets, fighting bravely. The women also unleashed their magic to aid him. In the midst of the fierce battle, Mo Wenjie discovered that the weakness of these puppets lay in their head-like crystal. Once he found a way, he led the others to quickly break through the puppets.
Mo Wenjie walked towards the jade box, opening it to reveal an ancient martial arts script within. Just as he felt excited, the ancient site began to shake as if it were about to collapse. Mo Wenjie had no time to ponder further, leading the group out with their powerful spirit energy.
After emerging, Mo Wenjie took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill his chest. He slowly raised his hand, gazing at the mysterious book of secrets in his hand, and a sense of reflection surged through him. This adventure was filled with danger and challenges, every step like walking on the edge of a cliff, but fortunately, they had ultimately succeeded in obtaining this precious manuscript.
At this moment, a group of women gathered around Mo Wenjie, discussing the thrilling experience just then in a chorus. Some had a faint flush on their faces, their eyes sparkling with excitement; others covered their chests with their hands, seemingly still not fully recovered from the tension. Their voices intertwined together, like the joyful chirping of birds in the early morning forest.
Mo Wenjie listened silently to their tales, a hint of helplessness mixed with a doting smile gracing his face. These women were usually gentle and composed, but when faced with such thrilling events, they also displayed their lively and playful side. He understood that this was one of their unique charms.
