Corpses Blanketed the Ground, the Inspector's Fury

Corpses Blanketed the Ground, the Inspector's Fury

Corpses Blanketed the Ground, the Inspector's Fury

The moment [Insightful Eye] opened, a golden gleam flashed through Lin Mo's eyes. As he looked at the white aura above Uncle Changshun and the others' heads, he could still only inspect them one by one.

Fortunately, the [Water Ghost Calamity] had vanished completely.

"Perhaps I can see blue destinies too, but how could these people possess such a destiny..."

Lin Mo calculated inwardly, yet he felt that [Insightful Eye] was capable of far more. As he focused on Lin Hai carrying away a water corpse, Lin Hai's expression suddenly changed.

Lin Mo instinctively became alert. As golden light flickered continuously in his eyes, the changes in Lin Hai's expression slowed by dozens of times. He could even see the pull of every muscle with perfect clarity.

Countless details unfolded before his eyes, like a motionless image that could be freely enlarged or reduced.

In almost an instant, he understood. Lin Hai had merely been startled by the water corpse with its throat cavity slit open. Nothing serious had happened.

"This [Insightful Eye] is incredibly useful!"

Joy surfaced on Lin Mo's face as he immediately thought of its practical applications.

The most direct use was naturally in combat. Indirectly, it had greatly improved his neural reflexes, even surpassing the level of a Second Stage Practitioner.

Secondly, if he used [Insightful Eye] while learning, so long as a cultivation method had been demonstrated before him once, he would have countless chances to study it at leisure.

"A bumper harvest of fortune, and my qi and blood have also broken through to the peak of the First Stage. Once I return and practice the final two forms of the White Ape Eight Section Fist for a few days, I should soon cross the threshold of entry and directly reach the Minor Accomplishment realm."

He had gambled right in this water ghost disaster!

"Lin Mo, we want to hang these corpses along the riverbank. These things are ultimately beasts by nature. Even if they are a little smarter, their habits will always remain the same."

Limping on one leg, Lin Changshun walked over to discuss it with Lin Mo. "The village chief and I figured that if we hang them up for two days, once the scent spreads, those water corpses probably won't dare come back for a long while."

Lin Mo naturally understood the measure, but to guard against any eventuality, he stayed behind to watch the entire process.

Once Big Fishing Village had hung up the water corpses, Lin Mo checked the destinies of the others. Not only did no further trouble arise, the destinies symbolizing their vitality had grown even more vigorous.

Only then was he fully reassured. He did not rest long in Big Fishing Village, merely washing himself and changing clothes before hurrying toward Changhe County.

After returning to the small courtyard, with the Changhe Martial Arts School's backing as protection, he finally relaxed completely. Exhausted from the entire day, he fell into bed and slept like a log.

By the time he woke leisurely, it was already noon the next day. He had barely pushed open the door when he saw Xu Changfeng approaching with a smiling face, carrying a basket of food.

Lin Mo's nostrils twitched as the fragrant aroma swirled in. His stomach immediately rumbled again, and he swallowed two large mouthfuls of saliva.

"Hungry, aren't you? I figured you'd wake around noon today. Looks like I was right."

Xu Changfeng lifted the white gauze cloth and brought out several dishes rich with oil and gravy one by one.

There was a large platter of pork knuckle stewed until it fell apart, a plate of poached chicken, and several small dishes of appetizing pickles.

Lin Mo's throat bobbed as he forcefully suppressed his hunger. He had intended to explain what had happened yesterday first.

Yet Xu Changfeng waved a hand, his expression showing complete understanding. "No need to say more. We already know. Eat first, then go see Master. The old man is still waiting at the Stone Wall Courtyard."

Hearing that Old Master Yang was still waiting, Lin Mo did not hesitate. Holding a plate, he stuffed food into his mouth bite by bite.

The several dishes were swept clean like wind scattering clouds. In a mere few dozen breaths, everything had gone into his stomach.

Lin Mo rubbed his belly. After his qi and blood breakthrough, his appetite had grown much larger.

After finishing several dishes, he was not even thirty to fifty percent full. Still, he knew what mattered most, so he rose and headed over with Xu Changfeng.

In the seat of honor in the small courtyard's main hall sat an elderly man in a gray robe. Lin Mo respectfully poured a cup of hot tea, bowed, and offered it to him.

"Master, please have some tea."

"Mm." Yang Yun accepted the teacup. He merely shook the lid and blew lightly across it, putting on a stern air. "Do you know what you did yesterday?"

Even Xu Changfeng knew about yesterday's events. There was no reason Yang Yun, a martial master, would not know. Lin Mo was straightforward and recounted everything from beginning to end.

He only altered certain details.

"This disciple noticed that Lin Changshun had been attacked by a water ghost, yet escaped from the tiger's jaws. Judging by that beast's habits, it was highly likely tracking and marking him... But Lin Changshun is my uncle, and I feared for his life, so I made this decision..."

He omitted the ability of destinies from the details, vaguely presenting it as experience. This did not arouse Yang Yun's suspicions.

Yang Yun admired him greatly. "Truly not bad. Your luck is not bad either, managing to break through amid danger by borrowing the threat of the water corpses... It's just a pity your innate foundation is still somewhat lacking."

At this point, even Yang Yun could not help but feel regret for him. Judging by Lin Mo's innate foundation, he would likely spend his entire life lingering at the Second Stage.

"In this matter, both publicly and privately, you have done exceedingly well. You should naturally be rewarded." Though Yang Yun felt regretful, he still could not bring himself to take Lin Mo as a Personal Disciple.

Yet Lin Mo's elimination of the water corpses this time was indeed a great achievement. Indirectly, he had saved several nearby villages and hundreds of households. Even the County Magistrate had praised him highly.

But compared with all this, this Registered Disciple of his had an even greater opportunity.

"Do you know of the Grace Order of the Great Gan Dynasty?"

"This disciple knows a little. I only know that its merit has great uses..." Lin Mo answered truthfully. Even this thing called the Grace Order was something he had learned about from miscellaneous books.

"While you were fast asleep last night, aside from Big Fishing Village and several neighboring villages, a total of five villages around Changhe County were massacred..."

As Old Master Yang spoke of this, he unusually furrowed his brows tightly, unable to relax them for a long time. "The Prefecture City Inspector was enraged and issued a Grace Order for the people, mobilizing all martial artists across several counties to pour out their full strength and eliminate the water ghost nest!"

"You are both fortunate and unfortunate. This time, you have been held up as an example and awarded one People's Minor Merit."

Lin Mo blinked, still somewhat bewildered.

Though he did not understand its meaning, judging by the words alone, it should have been a good thing.

"Let me put it more plainly. One People's Minor Merit is equivalent to a fifty-year Precious Medicine, but its hidden value goes far beyond that..."

At those words, Lin Mo instantly understood, and the smile on his face stiffened somewhat.

He knew perfectly well what a fifty-year Precious Medicine meant. Several years ago, a herb-gathering gang in Changhe County had gone into the mountains and obtained a Precious Medicine. It had only been forty years old, yet disaster had befallen them.

Several hundred people in the gang, from eighty-year-old elders to young children, had not been spared a single survivor.

One had to know that the herb-gathering gang had been backed by a Third Stage Practitioner...

Yang Yun, as a martial master, naturally had nothing to fear. But he was Lin Mo, merely a Registered Disciple.

In this world, having a pocket full of silver without sufficient strength made one the fattest of sheep!

"This disciple understands. But what is this hidden value?"

"Three Minor Merits grant one chance to apply to the Prefecture City Martial Academy!"