Walking along, a foggy forest appeared ahead. Mo Wenjie raised his hand to signal for everyone to stop. "This forest feels strange, I will go and investigate first." Saying that, he entered the forest alone.
As soon as Mo Wenjie stepped into the forest, he felt a powerful restriction force coming from it, as if it was going to suppress his spiritual power. However, he resisted by using his internal techniques and forced himself to stand firm. Suddenly, he heard a melodious flute sound, which was ethereal and seemed to come from another world. Following the direction of the flute sound, he saw a white-clad woman sitting under a ancient tree playing the flute.
Mo Wenjie alertly asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?" The woman stopped playing, slowly raised her head, and revealed an exquisite face. "I was trapped here. If you can take me out, there will be a heavy reward."
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Wenjie agreed. As he moved closer to the woman, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly. It turned out that everything was an illusion. The real danger had just emerged as a huge monster burst out of the ground, opening its mouth wide like a bloodthirsty beast and lunging towards Mo Wenjie. Mo Wenjie quickly drew his sword from his waist, preparing for battle.
At this moment, the eyes of Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, and other several women – Xiao Aywen, Ding Yan, Tuo Yaoying, Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling et al., all focused on the exciting scene in front of them. They saw Mo Wenjie alone facing a terrifying beast!
The beast was massive, covered in scales as hard as iron, and exuding a chilling aura. It bared its fangs, occasionally spewing fierce flames from its mouth as if to devour the person in front of it at once.
Faced with such a terrifying opponent, Mo Wenjie showed no fear. He held the long sword, his posture as stable as Mount Tai, his eyes determined and sharp, staring intently at the beast without any hint of relaxation.
Seeing this scene, Huang Ling'er and the other women felt a sense of urgency. They knew that the danger level of this battle was far from ordinary. Therefore, without hesitation, they all drew their weapons on their person, some holding long swords, some wielding short swords, and some holding long whips... At that moment, a variety of lights were flashing and intertwining together to form a stunning sight.
At this critical moment, everyone was fully prepared, gripping their weapons tightly and locking their gazes on the beast in the distance with its terrifying aura. Each person held their breath, their hearts thumping louder than ever, almost audible.
At the forefront of the crowd, Mo Wenjie stood with a serious expression, watching the beast. He was mentally contemplating the best moment to strike and the tactical arrangements. With a command from him, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Aywen, Ding Yan, Tuo Yaoying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling behind him would surge towards the beast without hesitation, engaging in a thrilling and life-and-death battle!
Mo Wenjie took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Attack!" The women heard his command and moved like arrows, charging towards the beast. Huang Ling'er was the first to strike, using her long knife to cut at the beast's leg, but only managing to create a spark on the scales. Jiang Yurou then whipped out her long whip, entangling the beast's claws and trying to restrain it. However, the beast shook forcefully and Jiang Yurou almost fell over. Xiao Aywen, Ding Yan, and others then attacked from the side, but as the beast's hide was tough and its muscle was thick, their attacks were of little effect.
Mo Wenjie saw this, a glint of determination in his eyes. He leaped into the air, channeling his spiritual energy into the sword, and the sword's light swelled. He lunged at the beast's abdomen where its scales were thinner. The beast felt the threat and turned sharply, spraying flames directly towards Mo Wenjie.
Mo Wenjie moved like lightning, yet the raging flames were faster, and in a blink of an eye, they had reached his front. He couldn't avoid them in time, feeling a wave of heat engulf him instantly. His clothes were even scorched by the flames! In that instant, a smell of burning and acrid smoke spread out.
However, Mo Wenjie did not retreat a step. The intense pain from his skin caused him to clench his teeth, but he endured the pain by biting down hard. He forced himself to change the direction of his charge. The long sword in his hand shone with cold light, resembling a lightning bolt that directly pointed towards the beast's abdomen.
The beast was caught off guard and was deeply pierced by the long sword. It roared in agony to the extreme, and its massive body began to struggle violently. At the same time, the surrounding women saw this opportunity and unleashed their ultimate skills, launching a fierce attack on the beast round after round.
For a time, the scene was filled with flashing swords and daggers, as well as various colorful lights intertwining and colliding in the air. Although the beast was powerful, it couldn't withstand such a coordinated attack from all of them. Eventually, with the final strike landing, its massive body collapsed to the ground, remaining motionless.
Mo Wenjie flipped and landed steadily, easing the tension in his tightly drawn heartstrings. He took a deep breath and a hint of relief emerged on his face. At that moment, the women who fought alongside him came over, surrounding him. Although they all looked somewhat disheveled, with their clothing torn or stained in some places, their hair disarrayed, each of them had eyes filled with joy of victory.
Mo Wenjie looked around at the exhausted but excited crowd and said, "This place is not suitable for staying long, we need to leave as soon as possible." The women all nodded. As they were about to leave the place of trouble, the ground beneath their feet suddenly glowed with a strange light. Mo Wenjie was startled and shouted, "Be careful, there's a trap!" But it was too late; a flash of light and the group vanished.
As they regain their vision, they find themselves in an ancient palace. The palace is filled with mysterious aura and adorned with inscriptions on the walls that they cannot decipher. At that moment, a voice echoes within the palace: "You have defeated my guardian beast, proving that you are worthy to inherit my legacy."
Mo Wenjie's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of caution. He asked cautiously, "Who are you? Why are you speaking here?" The mysterious voice didn't seem to be affected by his question but instead laughed softly and replied, "Haha, those who have the destiny don't need to ask too many questions. This is an ancient and powerful inheritance. It naturally can help all of you enhance your own strength."
Upon hearing these words, the group exchanged looks of curiosity and concern with each other. Though they still harbored many doubts, the thought of possibly gaining an increase in power eventually convinced them to give it a try. After all, in a world filled with dangers and challenges, strength was the guarantee of survival.
So, taking a deep breath, Mo Wenjie took the first step forward, slowly making his way towards the direction from where the voice came. The others followed his lead, stepping into this unknown territory together. With each step they took, their hearts began to race involuntarily. They were both full of trepidation about the impending inheritance and yet harbored that fervent expectation for strength enhancement.
The surrounding area was shrouded in an ephemeral, mysterious mist. This mist was like a thin veil floating in the air. As light passed through the mist, it became very dim and vague, giving people a dreamlike and surreal feeling. The road ahead was therefore blurred and unclear, like a winding snake that vanished into the endless darkness.
Despite this, Mo Wenjie and his companions showed no sign of hesitation. They followed each other closely, taking every step with utmost caution. Mo Wenjie clenched a sword that shone with a cold light, alertly observing the surroundings; the others held various weapons and displayed serious and tense expressions.
Their footsteps echoed distinctly in the quiet environment, as if each step was being placed on the strings of people's hearts. As they drew closer to the source of the voice, the anticipation and unease in their hearts grew stronger.
They had no idea what awaited them, but deep down in their hearts, a strong intuition told them that this long-hidden giant secret was about to be unveiled………
As they reached the end of the palace, a dazzling light door appeared before them. The mysterious voice echoed again, "Pass through this door to find the inheritance." Mo Wenjie reached out to touch the light door but was repelled by a force.
At this moment, Huang Ling'er said, "Let's give it a try together." The crowd pulled together and walked towards the light door. This time, the light door welcomed them. After entering, they found themselves in a room filled with various shining crystals. Each crystal contained a piece of footage or skill sealed inside.
Mo Wenjie approached a crystal and suddenly a beam of light shot out, penetrating his head. A wealth of knowledge about high-level swordsmanship flooded in. The other women also found their own crystals suitable for them to inherit the legacy.
However, before the inheritance was fully received, the palace suddenly began to shake. The mysterious voice said anxiously, "No good! Someone is trying to seize this legacy. You must complete the inheritance as quickly as possible and resist the enemy."
Mo Wenjie gripped his sword tightly, leading the other women into battle preparation. Suddenly, a group of black-clad people broke through the wall, each with a fierce gaze. Mo Wenjie charged forward first, engaging in a fierce battle with the leader of the black-clad people. The other women also fought fiercely with the other black-clad people. For a time, the palace was filled with lingering spiritual energy and the sounds of fighting echoed throughout.
Mo Wenjie was in a deadlock with the leader of the black-clad people. Their sword qi intertwined and clashed, leaving deep marks on the walls around them. The other women fought valiantly against the black-clad people, but as their numbers were outmatched and they had less coordination, they started to lose ground.
In a critical moment, Mo Wenjie thought quickly and deliberately made a weakness. The leader of the black-clad people, thinking there was an opportunity, attacked with all his strength. Mo Wenjie sidestepped and simultaneously struck a backhand sword towards his wrist. The leader cried out in pain and his weapon flew out of his hand. Mo Wenjie took advantage and kicked him away with a swift kick.
On the other side, the women looked out for each other, forming a formation to encircle and defeat some of the black-clad people. As Mo Wenjie defeated the leader, he joined the women's side and reversed the tide of battle. The black-clad people saw their situation turning bad and tried to escape, but Mo Wenjie sealed off the exit with his spiritual power.
In the end, all the black-clad people were subdued. The palace stopped shaking, and the mysterious voice sounded again: "Congratulations on passing the test. You have not only successfully received the inheritance but also defended this place. Now you have become the true owners of the inheritance, and you can leave." Mo Wenjie led the women out of the palace. They smiled at each other, more confident about their future.
