What kind of person was Chen Mo?
In the past, Li Yuan's impression of him was, "Consort's lapdog, average ability, loves frequenting brothels."
But that day in the training ground, Chen Mo's overpowering display made her realize this young man wasn't as simple as she had imagined.
In Sword Way, Li Yuan considered herself not inferior to anyone, undefeated among her peers.
Regarding the man who took her first time, she couldn't help but develop a strong "interest."
Especially after witnessing that terrifying Sword Intent, defeating Chen Mo had almost become her obsession.
Even in the Illusory World...
Yet this "archnemesis" in her heart, who had just been teasing her recently, didn't hesitate to burn his life away, slashing out a startling dragon strike to save her from the demon's maw!
Confused, bewildered, bittersweet... myriad feelings surged in her heart.
Li Yuan's mind went blank, staring dumbly at the figure standing in the rain.
…
"Lord!"
Qin Shou's eyes were blood-red, glaring.
Before transforming, Lady Liu swallowed the black mist entirely into her body.
Everyone's vision returned, witnessing everything firsthand, their hearts filled with indescribable shock!
Most of the flesh on her body had been burnt away, leaving her bones jagged, resembling the dry bones in a tomb!
Even so, she did not retreat a single step, single-handedly slaying the evil demon!
What kind of determination and courage was this?!
The exclamation snapped Li Yuan back to reality, she staggered forward to support that tottering body.
Her eyes misted, her voice seemed choked:
"Scoundrel, you can't die! I won't allow you to die!"
"Hah, you are a Living Yama, wanting to die needs your approval... Besides, who told you I'm about to die?"
Chen Mo grimaced with pain, speaking irritably.
Though he looked pitiful, he hadn't been fatally wounded.
In the critical acupoint, the Life Essence surged continuously, constantly repairing his damaged body.
Lady Liu's sinister methods were extremely suppressive to Martial Artists. If it weren't for the Nine Revolutions Green Origin Pill granted by Her Majesty the Consort, he might really have been defeated today!
"Dog-like Lackey, you better live well for me."
Recalling the cold demeanor of Yu Youhan, a small smile formed on Chen Mo's lips.
Imperial Consort, love you!
Next time I'll massage your feet!
However, his body was too severely damaged. Though the Life Essence could regenerate flesh, it couldn't heal him immediately.
Suddenly, Chen Mo remembered something.
He looked down, confirming that his second brother was unharmed, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Everyone knew that certain parts had no bones...
…
Dragging his "broken body," Chen Mo approached Lady Liu.
After exterminating the creature, the Liu Family's numerous concubines had vanished, leaving only Lady Liu alone on the ground with a massive wound almost cutting her in half.
Black dust drifted from the wound endlessly, and she was vanishing at a visibly quick pace.
"I thought that girl was already brave enough, but you are even crazier than she." Lady Liu looked at Chen Mo with some amazement and admiration in her eyes.
Then she sighed softly, murmuring:
"Fate is hard to predict, I exhausted all my strategies and schemes, but in the end, it was all for naught..."
"Sorry, Ru Yan, I tried my best..."
The voice gradually weakened, completely disappearing into the world.
Without a moment's mourning for Lady Liu's death, a black-haired rat sneaked out from under her empty clothes, skimming the walls and darting away.
Bad news: critically wounded by Chen Mo, greatly diminished in power.
Good news: Lady Liu was dead, no more being controlled by others!
As it was about to burrow into the front hole, a glint of excitement flickered in the rat's eyes.
Oh, rodent me, seems like I see the light of freedom...
Suddenly, a shadow covered it.
Then, a foot with exposed white bones stomped down fiercely!
Squish!
"Squeak!"
The rat turned into a rat pancake.
[Killed Demon Creature: Faceless Demon, True Spirit +100.]
[Killed Demon Creature: Rat Bride, True Spirit +45.]
Glancing at the prompt text, Chen Mo raised his brows.
Wasn't the event over yet?
It meant there were more fish that got away...
With this thought, he turned and walked toward the Liu Mansion.
"L-Lord?"
Everyone was bewildered, watching a Skeleton Soldier marching with clattering footsteps, swiftly disappearing at the street's end.
"Mr. General, he's… still alive?"
"Obviously just a pile of bones left, how come he seems rather energetic?"
"Could it be a final burst of strength?"
"Stop dawdling, follow quickly, before Mr. General falls apart!"
…
Liu Mansion.
Chen Mo, wielding a horizontal knife, stepped through the main gate.
The entire residence was eerily silent, the maids and servants were nowhere to be found.
Crossing the front courtyard, he arrived at the backyard.
He pushed the room door open and walked inside.
The room's decaying stench was especially overwhelming, almost suffocating.
Qin Ruyan, the second wife of the Liu Family, lay in bed, her face old, body emaciated, surrounded by black death aura.
Seeing her during the day, she was still a youthful and beautiful girl, but now she had become an old woman close to death.
Upon hearing someone enter, she turned her head with difficulty.
Seeing Chen Mo's wretched appearance, she paused, then managed a bright smile.
"My sister didn't lie, she truly tried her best."
Chen Mo stared at her and said flatly, "If I'm not mistaken, the item you covet is under this bed, isn't it?"
Things had reached this point, it was not hard to guess the general storyline.
Qin Ruyan remained in this room, not because she didn't dare, but because she couldn't.
Surely there was something she had to hide here.
Qin Ruyan did not reply, and like telling a story, she spoke softly:
"My sister and I were twins, now that she's dead, I won't live long either."
"Mr. Liu treated me very well, knowing I'm a Ghost Cultivator, but still willing to help hide my identity… Unfortunately, the Rat Bride chose him first, so he had to die."
"Twenty-nine lives, just short of the last person, the Rat Bride could have transformed from a demon to an Evil Spirit."
"With an Evil Spirit's blood sacrifice, the great array could be completed... Fate did not comply, in the end, the move was slightly off..."
Swoosh!
Blade light flashed, beheading her.
Chen Mo flicked his horizontal knife, looking impatient.
"Enough nonsense."
Several lines of prompt text appeared before him:
[All Liu Family widows are dead.]
[Event ended.]
[Rating: Excellent.]
[Received ancient book: "Great Change Heavenly Origin Formation Solution."]
[Received title: Fierce Ghost Slayer.]
[Equipping this title allows sensing demon ghost aura within a five-mile radius, unaffected by demon energy, and increases damage to demon ghosts.]
[Monster! I knew you weren't human at first sight!]
"Nice,"
Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction.
It seemed he hadn't guessed wrongly, what they called "Liu Family widows," wasn't urging him to demonstrate martial prowess, but to wipe them all out!
His mind shifted, and he took the reward.
His palm sank slightly, a black thread-bound ancient book fell into his hand.
The cover's writing was faded, "Great Change" could faintly be recognized.
Flipping the first page, golden light surged, countless words and diagrams wrapped in the golden light flooded into his brow.
In an instant, his Spirit Platform was filled with brilliance and shadows.
The Mysterious truths of the Great Path were palpable, his heart surged with unspeakable understanding.
The ancient book recorded countless arrays, even many lost ancient great arrays, now entirely imprinted in Chen Mo's mind.
Though simply remembering them didn't mean he could utilize them skillfully.
Yet, speaking purely of "knowledge reserve," he was on par with any formation master.
"A Formation Path prodigy like Wang Yu Yan... that describes me now."
"This title is quite useful, at least when faced with similar situations, I won't be so passive."
After inventorying the rewards, Chen Mo turned his gaze to the bed.
He was very curious, what exactly lay hidden beneath that had been worth such a price?