Electrolux suddenly froze. Though Mo Yuan's "Long live the people!" had long since vanished into the snowy air, those four words still rang deafeningly in his heart.
He had been curious what kind of flowery language Mo Yuan would use to praise and embellish that world. But when Mo Yuan spoke those four words in a tone full of reverence and reminiscence,
Electrolux instantly felt that even the most elaborate words couldn't capture their meaning as truly as those four.
Electrolux looked at Mo Yuan, sitting on the ground beside him, and realized he had been wrong. The boy who had first appeared before him like a monster was not evil.
Anyone who spoke those four words—"Long live the people!"—with such heartfelt sincerity could not be a bad person.
At the very least, he would never harm unarmed commoners.
"Senior?"
Seeing Electrolux suddenly lose himself in thought, Mo Yuan spoke up.
"Don't call me senior." Electrolux shook his head, looking at Mo Yuan with approval.
"Like you, I came to Douluo Continent from a Different World. Our journeys were different, but in the end, we're the same kind of people.
"My name is Electrolux. In the world I once lived in, people called me the Calamity of the Undead and the Holy Necromancer. Since fate has brought us together, you can call me Elder Yi."
It worked!
From those words, Mo Yuan understood that his heartfelt reminiscence had successfully changed Electrolux's opinion of him.
But he had meant every word. Even in Douluo Continent, where the strong ruled, Mo Yuan had never used his power against unarmed civilians. Whenever he had money to spare, he also did what he could to help those in need.
Mo Yuan didn't consider himself a saint, but he certainly wasn't a bad person.
"Yes, Elder Yi."
Mo Yuan bowed deeply to Electrolux. From this moment on, the two of them were truly bound together, as both teacher and friend.
Elder Yi nodded in satisfaction, then continued, "I'm now nothing more than a remnant of divine consciousness. Even though your Sea of Consciousness gives me a place to linger, I'm still as weak as a candle in the wind. I'll need some time to recover."
"But if you run into trouble, wake me."
"Yes, Elder Yi."
Mo Yuan nodded, then closed his eyes and turned his thoughts to the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife. If he could get his hands on that piece of Gold of Living Beings, Electrolux would be able to truly recover.
Unfortunately, Mo Yuan was at a disadvantage because of his background. If he had been born into a powerful faction, he would have gotten his hands on the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife long ago.
The snow-filled wind vanished, and the din of the crowd rose around him. Mo Yuan slowly opened his eyes to find himself back in the Battle Soul Arena.
The Newborn Class Nine practical matches were still underway. Martial Souls he had never seen before were dazzling onstage, and nearly every student had outstanding ability and talent.
"Mo Yuan, you're awake?" Ning Tian, sitting beside him, asked with concern when she saw him open his eyes. "Did you not sleep well last night? Should I ask the teacher to let you go back to the dorm?"
"No need. I was just taking a little nap because I had nothing else to do."
Mo Yuan shook his head. As he looked at the lovely Ning Tian and thought about their time together and her identity, an idea suddenly came to him.
He was too busy to make plans for the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife, and he didn't have anyone to help him. But Ning Tian was different!
As the young lady of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she could get her hands on anything she wanted, not just the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife. Even the most coveted knives would be within her reach, as long as they had a price.
He could make a deal with Ning Tian, ask her to send people from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to find the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife and buy it, then have her trade it to him.
That way, he wouldn't have to wait until later to bid for the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife at the Starlight Auction House.
Mo Yuan wasn't worried about the cost. He still had a Ten Thousand Year Right Arm Bone from a Dragon Horn Hunting Lizard. Given the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife's low price due to its reputation for consuming its owners, he could easily afford it.
His only concern was that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan might discover the knife's unusual properties. But the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife had changed hands countless times over the past few thousand years, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had surely owned it before.
They hadn't noticed anything unusual then, so they probably wouldn't now.
Once he had settled on the idea and confirmed there were no issues, Mo Yuan smiled and gestured for Ning Tian to move a little closer.
Ning Tian froze for a moment. Then a shy blush quickly spread across her face as she leaned toward Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan immediately whispered something in her ear.
His warm breath brushed her rosy earlobe, making it tingle. Her long legs quietly went weak.
But when she understood what Mo Yuan was saying, the shyness in Ning Tian's eyes gave way to confusion and surprise.
She couldn't understand why Mo Yuan was asking her to look for the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife, or why he wanted to buy it with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Mo Yuan had peerless talent in Soul Power cultivation, so why did he want an engraving knife? And even if he wanted one, why choose a notorious blade known for consuming its owners?
Ning Tian assumed Mo Yuan didn't know the knife's fearsome reputation. She was about to explain and advise him not to waste time on Soul Tools.
But when she saw how serious he was, she swallowed her words and said softly, "No problem. I'll arrange for someone to return to the clan this afternoon and mobilize people to find and buy the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife. As for the trade, there's no need. A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone is worth far more than the knife. It wouldn't be a fair deal."
Ning Tian had her own reasons for saying this. She had been trying to bring Mo Yuan into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and now, at last, he was asking them for help.
It would be foolish to insist on a fair trade. If they gave him the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife for free, Mo Yuan would owe them a favor, and it would bring them closer together.
The only real loss would be the money spent buying the knife. But to the immensely wealthy Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, that was less than a drop in the bucket.
Mo Yuan gave Ning Tian a knowing look. Her little scheme was so obvious he could hear it from ten miles away. Still, until he grew stronger, he couldn't truly join any faction.
"How could I do that? I hate taking advantage of people. We have to make a fair trade: a Soul Bone for the Soul Devouring Engraving Knife."
Ning Tian's eye twitched. She had never seen Mo Yuan take advantage of anyone, but somehow, the way he put it still sounded strange.
Since Mo Yuan insisted on a fair trade, Ning Tian gave up on her original plan and nodded, agreeing to his request.
"Mo Yuan, what are you whispering about with Ning Tian?!" Wu Feng demanded angrily. She had been glad when Mo Yuan closed his eyes to rest and wasn't talking to Ning Tian. Then she'd looked away for just a moment, only to find the two of them whispering together.
How infuriating!
Mo Yuan chuckled. "Want to know?"
"Of course!"
"Then I'm not telling you."
"Mo Yuan, you jerk!"
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