Mental Strength Recovery

After Mo Chengkong left, Ye Wen also regained consciousness. Although this was very risky, the outcome was satisfactory. He had temporarily fooled Mo Chengkong, but this was only a stopgap measure. In a few more days, his mental energy would return to normal, and then he definitely wouldn't be able to fool him.

This time, Ye Wen had actively activated Berserk. He felt that the Berserk skill was incredibly powerful. At the same time, he felt that his spirit seemed unable to support him in continuing to activate it. This feeling wasn't because his mental energy was currently overdrawn, but rather as if the upper limit of his mental energy hadn't met the activation requirements.

The last time he successfully activated it was because of the Blood Drinker Devil Blade. It not only allowed him to enter a mysterious devil-infused state but also temporarily and significantly boosted his mental energy limit.

The name of the Devil Blade was directly transmitted into his soul by the Devil Blade itself after Ye Wen became devil-infused—Blood Drinker Devil Blade! The immense energy contained within the entire Devil Blade was such that the power displayed last time was less than one ten-thousandth of the energy it contained.

"What kind of weapon is this? What level of master did Zhang Yuanchao's ancestors produce?"

"Ah, ah, Jingyi, Jingyi, Mo Ruxue!! I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Ye Wen's head throbbed with intense pain again. When he thought of Zhang Jingyi, his heart ached immensely. Remembering her saying, "Does this count as me marrying you today?"

Ye Wen's heart felt like it was bleeding; he couldn't calm down at all. Especially when he thought of Mo Ruxue, an overwhelming killing intent surged from his heart, as if it would break through the heavens and cause the world to change color!

The intense killing intent caused Ye Wen's pitiable mental state to collapse again. This time, he truly fainted.

What Ye Wen didn't know was that about an hour after he fainted, Mo Chengkong, worried because he couldn't defeat Ye Wen even with his full strength last time, returned to the seclusion area. Upon inspection, he found Ye Wen still unconscious. He couldn't help but sigh again.

"Terrifying Devilish Dao Cultivation Method. Has this person been planted with a devil seed? Whose devil seed is this, so domineering?"

After Mo Chengkong brought back the seal of Ye Wen's Blood Drinker Devil Blade, he threw it in his former room within the City Lord's Mansion. Initially, he had planned to study the Devil Blade. When the blade was first brought back by Zhang Yuanchao, the then-current family head, Mo Ruxue's father, had taken a look at it. At that time, he only thought the blade had a very peculiar design and was quite old. He didn't find any other anomalies. He then returned it to Zhang Yuanchao, as it was the only memento left after his son's death. After Zhang Yuanchao took it back, he casually tossed it in a corner and never paid it any mind again. Now, Mo Chengkong suddenly felt a bit hesitant to touch that Devil Blade. He still vividly remembered Ye Wen's tragic state and didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

When Ye Wen woke up again, he found Mo Chengkong had returned and was looking at the books on the desk. Ye Wen muttered to himself, "In such a dim environment, how hasn't your old fossil's eyes gone blind?"

What Ye Wen didn't know was that once a Martial Artist reached Xiantian Fifth Rank, their eyesight became as sharp as a torch, allowing them to see clearly in the dark.

Mo Chengkong said without looking up.

"You're awake. There's paper and a pen on that table. I've prepared them for you. Go ahead! Write out your Cultivation Method. If it's useful to me, I'm not an ungrateful person. I can let you go."

This low, sinister voice drifted from the old man's mouth. His aged, unmoving face was even more terrifying.

"Where is Zhang Jingyi's corpse?"

Ye Wen tried his best to control his thoughts and calm himself down as he asked the question he cared about most.

Mo Chengkong, who greatly admired the young man's fury for a beauty, had also been young once. But after so many years, his blood hadn't seemed to boil like this. So, he still answered Ye Wen's question.

"I heard her grandfather took her away, back to their hometown!"

Hearing this, Ye Wen finally felt a little better. The beauty hadn't been left to rot in the wilderness or buried with other deceased Martial Artists.

"Back home, back home, good! I'll come to see you again."

Ye Wen muttered softly, quickly wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't want this old fossil to see his tears.

"If you want to live to see her, you must first write out your Cultivation Method. If it's useful to me, you'll have a chance to see her!"

Mo Chengkong's sinister voice echoed again.

"No! Why, why do I get such a splitting headache every time I run my Cultivation Method, every time I think about it?"

Before he could think of a solution, Ye Wen decided to stall for time.

At this moment, Mo Chengkong tossed a small bottle at Ye Wen from afar, and it landed in his embrace.

"Eat this, and your spirit will recover quickly."

Ye Wen looked at the small, emerald-green bottle and poured out a pill. A refreshing fragrance wafted towards him. Ye Wen took a deep breath and indeed felt much more comfortable mentally.

Seeing Ye Wen still examining it, the gloomy voice spoke again.