Ambush

The moonlight was like water, spilling across the land.

In the room, Su Mo took out all one hundred Beast Soul Crystals and crushed them one by one, beginning to absorb them.

"My Martial Soul should be able to advance to Human Grade Seventh Tier without any problem!"

Su Mo thought to himself.

Ten!

Thirty!

Fifty!

Eighty!

Before long, Su Mo had absorbed eighty Beast Souls, but his Martial Soul still showed no signs of advancing.

"With so many first-tier, ninth-grade Beast Souls, it still won't advance?"

Su Mo felt a bit uneasy.

He continued to absorb.

Soon, the remaining twenty Beast Souls were also consumed, but his Martial Soul still hadn't advanced.

"Damn it!"

Su Mo couldn't help but curse.

As his Martial Soul level increased, the difficulty of advancing grew greater. He had absorbed a large number of Beast Souls and even some Martial Souls in the Youfeng Mountain Range before, and now, after absorbing so many more, it still hadn't advanced.

Hoo!

Su Mo sighed, deciding not to dwell on it. As long as he had Beast Souls and Martial Souls to absorb, advancement was only a matter of time.

Time passed quickly in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, another five days went by.

When Su Mo's Myriad Manifestations Divine Art reached the late stage of the third level, his physical body possessed the strength of nine tigers, comparable to a Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation Martial Artist. He then walked out of his room.

There were only half a month left until Wind Ling Island recruited disciples.

It was time to leave!

Arriving at his father Su Hong's residence, Su Mo informed his father of his intentions.

"Mo'er, the journey to Wind Ling Island is quite far. Shall I send someone with you?"

Su Hong said.

"No need, Father. I can manage alone!"

Su Mo refused his father's kind offer.

"Father, take these three secret manuals!"

Su Mo handed the three secret manuals, Primordial Unity Qi Art, Divine Wind Swordplay, and Phantom Steps, to his father. He said, "These three martial arts are things I obtained by chance. They are incredibly powerful, far surpassing the martial arts of our Su family. After you cultivate them, your strength will surely reach a new level."

Su Hong was quite shocked by the level of the manuals in his hands, but he didn't ask further and nodded.

Outside the city gates of Linyang City.

"Father, I'm leaving!"

Su Mo, leading a green-maned horse, said to Su Hong beside him.

"Mo'er, be careful on your journey."

Su Hong said.

"Yes, Father, you should go back!"

Su Mo mounted the horse, glanced back at Linyang City one last time, then flicked the reins. The green-maned horse turned into a blur of wind and lightning, kicking up dust as it galloped away.

Su Mo, with his long sword on his back, rode his horse, galloping through the heavens and earth.

Gazing at the boundless, vast land before him, Su Mo's heart surged with emotion and heroic spirit.

In his heart, the martial arts dream of his previous life continued to grow.

A man's romance was always in the Jianghu.

In this life, he was determined to become a strong individual.

Dressed in fine clothes, riding a swift horse, enjoying fine wine and beautiful women, wielding his sword and singing loudly, traversing the world.

It would not be a waste of this second life.

The green-maned horse was a superior breed, rumored to have the bloodline of a demonic beast, capable of traveling a thousand li by day and eight hundred by night.

Trot, trot, trot!

Su Mo rode the horse, moving like the wind, gradually leaving Linyang City behind.

Whoa!

After traveling only a hundred li, Su Mo suddenly pulled back on the reins, stopping abruptly.

This was because a tall figure had suddenly appeared on the road ahead, blocking his path.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the opponent. The person was clad in a grey robe, his back to Su Mo, so his face was hidden.

However, Su Mo knew this person meant trouble.

"Su Mo, today is your death day!"

A hoarse voice came from the figure as he turned around. It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression.

"You are... Wei Guang?"

Su Mo sized up the man, finding him somewhat familiar. He soon remembered that this was Wei Guang, the ninth elder of the Wei family.

"Indeed, it is I, this elder."

Wei Guang let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with killing intent. "Su Mo, you killed Wei Liang of my Wei family and crippled two of our young masters consecutively. Only with your blood can we avenge our shame."

With that, Wei Guang stopped talking. His entire body surged with power as he charged forward, unleashing a palm strike towards Su Mo.

Wei Guang was a Spirit Martial Realm expert, and his speed was astonishing. As he struck, a True Qi palm print tore through the air, hurtling towards Su Mo.

Clang!

Facing extreme danger, Su Mo did not panic. He leaped into the air and slashed out with his sword.

Swish!

A bright flash of light streaked across the sky. The True Qi palm print was split into two, exploding outwards.

"Hmm? Not bad, but you will still die!"

Wei Guang's eyebrows shot up as he attacked again.

"You can't kill me?"

Su Mo remained unfazed, speaking indifferently.

"Arrogant!"

Wei Guang roared, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes. Each True Qi palm print, imbued with immense power, advanced like a mountain pushing forward.

Experts in the Spirit Martial Realm had their True Qi transformed into Innate True Qi. This True Qi could leave their bodies, striking enemies from a distance, possessing formidable power within a hundred paces.

As for cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm, although they could barely achieve True Qi detachment, their attacks retained some power within ten paces. Beyond that, their attack power significantly weakened.

"Wind Sweeps Clouds!"

A gale stirred, sword light flashed, and palm prints continuously shattered, dissipating with the wind.

"Wind Howls Nine Heavens!"

Amidst the howling wind, his long sword transformed into a streak of light, piercing towards Wei Guang.

"Seeking death!"

Wei Guang did not dodge. He extended his palm, striking the long sword and deflecting it.

Simultaneously, Wei Guang's left hand shot out like lightning, aiming for Su Mo's head.

"Nine Heavens Sea Wave Fist!"

Su Mo countered with his left fist. Nine layers of fist energy erupted, slamming forcefully into Wei Guang's palm.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, Su Mo grunted and was sent flying backward.

This Spirit Martial Realm expert is truly powerful! Su Mo thought to himself.

Immediately, a sharp glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes. His sword trembled, and Sword Qi surged towards the heavens, enveloped by a swirling wind. He slashed at Wei Guang once more.

"Divine Wind Kill!"

The sharp sword light tore through the void, merging with the wind's momentum, annihilating everything in its path.

"Kill!"

Witnessing Su Mo's strength, Wei Guang's killing intent intensified. He struck the air with his palm, unleashing a colossal palm print with earth-shattering might.

"Void Breaking Palm!"

Boom, boom, boom!

The sword light dissipated, and the palm print was shattered. Su Mo grunted again, flying backward, a trickle of crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Swiftly, Su Mo changed direction, transforming into an afterimage as he rapidly retreated into the distance.

He knew he couldn't possibly defeat Wei Guang and decided to retreat decisively.

"Brat, where do you think you're going!"

Wei Guang roared, his body like a roc spreading its wings as he pursued Su Mo.

At this moment, Wei Guang was deeply shocked. Su Mo, merely at the peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation, could actually contend with him for several moves. Such terrifying talent, if allowed to grow, would leave no room for his Wei family in Linyang City.

It was important to note that Wei Guang's cultivation was not the First Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, but the Second Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm.

He had initially expected to easily intercept and kill Su Mo, but he hadn't anticipated Su Mo's current level of strength.

Therefore, today, Su Mo must die.

Su Mo executed the Phantom Steps to its peak, each step covering over ten meters. His figure was like a leopard, his speed unbelievably fast.

But Wei Guang, as a Spirit Martial Realm expert, although the movement martial art he cultivated was far inferior to Su Mo's, his speed was no less than Su Mo's. He remained right behind him.

"Su Mo, you can't escape!"

Wei Guang's furious roar came from behind.

Su Mo sneered and accelerated again, darting into the mountain forest by the roadside.

In the dense forest, Su Mo's speed was greatly restricted, but Wei Guang's speed was equally limited.

The mountains were high and the forests dense, with trees and thorns providing cover. Su Mo weaved left and right, and soon lost his pursuer.

"Bastard!"

Wei Guang's face turned ashen, his fury immense. He, a dignified expert of the Spirit Martial Realm, had actually let a junior from the Qi Refining Realm escape right under his nose.