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"The power of an Eight-Star Dou Sheng's strike is truly terrifying..."
Amidst the desolate yellow sand blowing against Mo Yu's forehead, he gazed at the obliterated figure of Elder Gui Zhu, who had been consumed by the black thunder circle, his presence entirely annihilated. Pale-faced, Mo Yu could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
For a long while, his bloodied body lay lifeless. Suddenly, there was a faint tremor, and his tightly shut eyes slowly cracked open.
Hearing the whistling wind in his ears, a bitter smile tugged at his lips. "That damned Hun Clan… I almost died here."
The figure, which seemed like a corpse, was none other than Mo Yu, who had barely survived the deadly assault of Elder Gui Zhu.
When he realized the Hun Clan had sent Elder Gui Zhu to assassinate him, Mo Yu placed all his hopes on the Black Thunder Talisman gifted by Lei Ying.
Although the talisman contained three attacks from Lei Ying, an Eight-Star Dou Sheng, Elder Gui Zhu was still a renowned Ban Sheng expert.
To ensure a decisive kill, Mo Yu lured Elder Gui Zhu into a dangerous range before unleashing the talisman.
The talisman did not disappoint. It successfully killed the formidable Ban Sheng Ghost Staff Elder.
However, in the process of drawing him in, Mo Yu's body was severely ravaged by the ghostly energy contained within the elder's Ghost Staff.
Now, Mo Yu's injuries were so severe that he lacked even the strength to stand.
If not for the protective Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder, an extreme yang and pure thunder flame energy safeguarding his meridians, the ghostly energy alone might have left him gravely injured and on the verge of death.
It had been nearly a day since he slew Elder Gui Zhu, during which he lay motionless like a corpse.
The True Origin Devouring Thunder slowly absorbed the surrounding energy, carefully nourishing Mo Yu's battered body.
His fingers struggled to move, summoning a pill from his beast ring. With trembling movements, he placed it into his mouth.
Even this simple task sent waves of searing pain through his body, causing cold sweat to bead on his forehead.
"If it weren't for Lei Ying's Black Thunder Talisman, I would've perished here," Mo Yu thought. "After all, my opponent was a Ban Sheng. Even though I can fight above my rank, facing such a strong foe is like an ant shaking a tree."
"As long as I recover a bit of Dou Qi, I can repair my injuries myself. With the True Origin Devouring Thunder absorbing energy, my wounds should gradually heal.
Let's just hope I don't run into some wandering magical beasts. It'd be tragic to survive a Ban Sheng only to end up as food for a beast," he murmured internally.
Feeling the warm medicinal power spreading within his body, a wave of exhaustion overcame him, and his eyes slowly closed once more.
Just as Mo Yu drifted into unconsciousness, faint sounds of commotion and exclamations seemed to echo around him.
When Mo Yu woke again, he was jolted by violent bumping, the motion making his bones feel as though they were falling apart. Struggling, he opened his eyes.
Above him was a large canopy. His fingers brushed against the surface beneath him, and his gaze swept around. He quickly realized he was inside a moving carriage.
It seemed he had been found by passersby while lying in the grass.
Looking at himself, he noticed his bloodied wounds had been cleaned, and his tattered black robe replaced with coarse hemp clothing.
Staring at the unfamiliar attire, Mo Yu froze momentarily before hurriedly checking his right hand. Only when he found his beast ring and Black Thunder Talisman intact did he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
As Mo Yu exhaled, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted, and glaring sunlight spilled in. A burly middle-aged man appeared in his line of sight.
Seeing Mo Yu awake, the man grinned broadly, his demeanor straightforward and honest. "Ah, little brother, you're awake?"
Mo Yu's gaze swept over the man, and though his Dou Qi was depleted from his injuries, his spiritual sense remained robust.
He quickly discerned the man's strength: Dou Ling pinnacle, only a step away from Dou Wang.
The man chuckled, "Our caravan found you in a patch of grass in the desert. Given your injuries, we didn't think you'd survive, but here you are, awake."
Smiling faintly, the man added, "I'm Lan Lie, a steward of the Lan Clan from Xi Huang City. We were passing through the western desert on a mission when we stumbled upon you."
"Thank you for saving me, Brother Lan Lie," Mo Yu replied, his tone filled with gratitude.
"No need to thank me. When traveling, helping others is never a bad thing," Lan Lie said with a hearty laugh. "But your injuries are beyond what I can handle. When we reach Xi Huang City, you can seek out an alchemist for treatment."
Mo Yu smiled faintly. Though his injuries were severe, they were almost routine for him. With the True Origin Devouring Thunder, recovery was only a matter of time.
After a pause, Mo Yu hesitated before asking, "Brother Lan Lie, is this Central Plains?"
Lan Lie nodded. "Yes, this is the Western Region of Central Plains. You're not from here?"
Mo Yu smiled bitterly and explained briefly about his experience with the space tunnel. He deliberately left out details about Elder Gui Zhu.
Recalling Elder Gui Zhu, Mo Yu couldn't help but regret the loss of his possessions.
Not for the elder himself, but for the storage items and corpse of a Ban Sheng. Such treasures were invaluable.
Unfortunately, the Black Thunder Talisman was too powerful, leaving nothing behind—not even a hair.
Lan Lie, unaware of Mo Yu's inner musings, sighed. "Encountering a space storm… no wonder."
"By the way," Mo Yu continued after regaining composure, "is the Weapon Alliance located here?"
Lan Lie looked surprised but answered, "The Weapon Alliance is an organization of weapon refiners. But from Xi Huang City, their headquarters is quite far. Even with a space tunnel, it would take multiple transfers to get there."
Mo Yu nodded slightly. Though he was separated from Xiao Yixian, he believed she was safe as a Dou Zong. For now, his priority was to heal.
"Rest well, little brother," Lan Lie said kindly. "If you need anything during the trip, just call for me. We've still got quite a way to go before reaching Xi Huang City."
As Lan Lie left, the carriage fell quiet again.
Leaning against the carriage wall, Mo Yu's mind churned. His most pressing task was to recover his strength. Everything else could wait.
Traveling through this region teeming with powerful experts left little room for a sense of security.
"The Refining Convention held by the Weapon Alliance is still some time away. Once my injuries are healed, I might as well attend. The rewards for that event are incredibly tempting," Mo Yu murmured to himself.
During this period, if he could harness the spatial power within the spatial wormhole to enhance his Flash Void Breaking Thunder to its peak state, he could wield spatial power as seamlessly as a Dou Zun expert.
Moreover, combining the peak Flash Void Breaking Thunder with the True Origin Devouring Thunder might enable him to unlock the second stage of the Heavenly Thunder Body, adding another potent weapon to his arsenal.
For now, however, his priority remained breaking through to the Dou Zong level. Only then could he truly establish himself in this Central Plains brimming with elites.
Additionally, the damaged Divine Might Black Thunder Spear needed repairs—and if possible, he hoped to gather materials to upgrade it to the seventh-grade.
Lost in thought, Mo Yu exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. The hollow sensation in his body reminded him of his fragility. Shaking his head, he assumed a cross-legged position, forming cultivation seals with his hands, and closed his eyes.
No matter what, recovering his strength was the most critical task, especially in an unfamiliar land like this.
A day later, with his injuries partially healed, Mo Yu lifted the curtain of the carriage he was in. His gaze landed on a convoy of vehicles covered in cloth, flanked by numerous horseback riders. Most of these men were bare-armed, dressed in rough leather vests, exuding an air of ruggedness.
Weapons glimmering with cold light hung on their backs, reflecting the sunlight with a sharp gleam. This was clearly no ordinary merchant caravan—it had considerable strength.
As Mo Yu lifted the curtain, numerous eyes turned toward him. Among them, a figure approached slowly—it was Lan Lie, the man who had saved him.
Noticing Mo Yu's improved complexion, Lan Lie chuckled in astonishment. "Impressive, Brother Mo Yu. With injuries as severe as yours, you're already walking in two days."
Mo Yu smiled faintly and offered a casual excuse. "Guess I have a strong life force."
Lan Lie laughed heartily. "Good to hear. Anyway, it's getting late. We've set up camp here. Find a spot to rest, but don't stray too far—we can't guarantee your safety otherwise."
Acknowledging with a nod, Mo Yu observed the convoy's efficiency. Within half an hour, a campsite with numerous white tents had appeared atop a small hill. The area was enclosed by wooden fences, and outside the fences, medicinal powder was scattered to ward off poisonous insects.
Due to his weakened state, Mo Yu wasn't assigned any tasks. He found a random spot to sit and surveyed his surroundings. According to Lan Lie, this caravan belonged to the Lan Clan of Xi Huang City, and its guards were mostly at the Dou Ling level. However, the strongest among them...
His gaze instinctively shifted to a luxurious carriage within the convoy. Compared to the others, it was much more opulent, faintly exuding a delicate fragrance that hinted at a female occupant.
What caught Mo Yu's attention most was the unmistakable aura of a Five-Star Dou Wang emanating from within—a level of strength that made this individual the convoy's strongest.
As he watched, the carriage door creaked open. A long, shapely leg stepped out, followed by a slender figure. For a moment, Mo Yu was taken aback.
His eyes traced upward, revealing a stunning young woman. Her willow-like brows framed snow-white skin, and her tall, curvaceous figure was accentuated by a blue dress. However, her expression bore a faint chill, creating an aura of aloofness.
Strangely, Mo Yu felt a sense of familiarity as he looked at her.
The woman's appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone around. Some gazes carried admiration, but most reflected a mix of respect and awe.
Descending from the carriage, the woman's sharp eyes swept across the camp. Those she looked at quickly busied themselves, not daring to slack off. Then, her gaze fell upon Mo Yu, her brows knitting slightly before she approached him.
"You're the one Steward Lan rescued, aren't you?" Her voice was cold but crisp.
Mo Yu rose to his feet and nodded. "Yes."
Seeing his response, her expression softened. When her eyes lingered on him, even though he was dressed in coarse clothes, his extraordinary demeanor shone through, causing a hint of surprise to flicker in her gaze.
"I am Lan Bingbing, the overseer of this caravan. While I don't know how you ended up in such a state, if you need anything, feel free to come to me," she said, nodding slightly before turning and entering a tent.
Mo Yu expressed his gratitude, his eyes trailing her retreating figure. A trace of doubt flashed in his silver eyes.
"Why does she feel so familiar?"
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