Interception

Moonlight lay like water, spilling across the earth.

Inside the room, Su Mo took out all one hundred Beast Soul Crystals, crushed them one by one, and began devouring them.

"The Martial Soul should have no problem advancing to Human Grade Seventh Tier!"

Su Mo thought to himself.

Ten!

Thirty!

Fifty!

Eighty!

Before long, Su Mo had devoured eighty Beast Souls, yet there was still no sign of his Martial Soul advancing.

"So many First Layer, Ninth Tier Beast Souls, and it still can't advance?"

Su Mo felt somewhat uneasy.

He continued devouring.

Soon, the remaining twenty Beast Souls were devoured as well, but his Martial Soul still had not advanced.

"Damn it!"

Su Mo could not help cursing.

As his Martial Soul's grade rose, advancing it became increasingly difficult. He had devoured a great number of Beast Souls in the Youfeng Mountain Range, along with quite a few Martial Souls. Now, after devouring so many more Beast Souls, it still could not advance.

Huff!

Su Mo sighed and stopped dwelling on it. As long as he had Beast Souls and Martial Souls to devour, advancement would come sooner or later.

Cultivation knew no years. In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Once Su Mo had cultivated the Third Layer realm of the Myriad Manifestations Divine Art to its late stage, and his body possessed Tiger Strength comparable to a Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation martial artist, he walked out of his room.

Only half a month remained before Wind Ling Island began recruiting disciples.

It was time to leave!

Arriving at his father Su Hong's residence, Su Mo told his father what he intended to do.

"Mo'er, Wind Ling Island is quite far away. Let me send someone to escort you!"

Su Hong said.

"There's no need, Father. I can manage on my own!"

Su Mo declined his father's kindness.

"Father, take these three manuals!"

Su Mo handed the three manuals, the "Primordial Unity Qi Art," "Divine Wind Swordplay," and "Phantom Steps," to his father. "I obtained these three martial arts by chance. They are extremely powerful, far beyond the martial arts of our Su family. Once you cultivate them, Father, your strength will surely rise to another level."

Su Hong was greatly shocked when he saw the grades of the manuals in his hand, but he did not ask further and merely nodded.

Outside the gates of Linyang City.

"Father, I'm leaving!"

Su Mo led a Green Mane Horse and looked at Su Hong beside him.

"Mo'er, be careful on the road."

Su Hong said.

"Mm, Father, you should go back!"

Su Mo mounted the horse, looked back at Linyang City once more, then flicked the reins. The Green Mane Horse turned into a gust of wind and a streak of lightning, racing away in a cloud of dust.

With a sword on his back, Su Mo rode onward, galloping between heaven and earth.

Looking at the boundless, desolate land before him, Su Mo's heart surged, his heroic spirit soaring to the skies.

The martial arts dreams from his previous life continued to sprout within his heart.

A man's romance would forever be the jianghu.

In this life, he was determined to become a powerhouse.

Fine clothes and furious horses, mellow wine and beautiful women, singing loudly with a sword in hand, roaming the world unrestrained.

Only then would this second life not have been lived in vain.

The Green Mane Horse was a superior steed. It was said to possess demon beast bloodline and could travel a thousand li by day and eight hundred by night.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

Su Mo sat astride the horse, racing like the wind and flashing like lightning as he gradually moved farther from Linyang City.

Neigh!

Having traveled just over a hundred li, Su Mo suddenly pulled hard on the reins and came to an abrupt stop.

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

Su Mo narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at the other party. The man wore a gray robe and had his back to him, making his face impossible to see clearly.

But this man had clearly come with ill intent.

"Su Mo, today is the day you die!"

A hoarse voice rang out. The man turned around, revealing a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

"You are... Wei Guang?"

Su Mo scrutinized him. He found the man somewhat familiar, then suddenly remembered that he was Wei Guang, the Ninth Elder of the Wei family.

"That's right. It is this elder."

Wei Guang sneered, his eyes filled with killing intent. "Su Mo, you killed Wei Liang of my Wei family and crippled two of our young masters in succession. Only your blood can wash away this humiliation."

With that, Wei Guang said no more. His aura surged as he charged forward, striking at Su Mo with his palm.

Wei Guang was a Spirit Martial Realm expert, and his speed was extremely fast. With one palm strike, a True Qi palm imprint tore through the air toward Su Mo.

Clang!

Facing such extreme danger, Su Mo did not panic. His body shot into the sky as he slashed out with his sword.

Whoosh!

A snow-bright flash streaked past, splitting the True Qi palm imprint in two before it exploded and scattered.

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

Wei Guang raised his brows and attacked again.

"You can't kill me."

Su Mo replied calmly and indifferently.

"Arrogant!"

Wei Guang roared. His palms struck out repeatedly, sending one True Qi palm imprint after another rolling forward with heaven-shaking might like mountains being pushed across the land.

For Spirit Martial Realm experts, the True Qi within their bodies had already transformed into Innate True Qi. They could release True Qi beyond their bodies and kill enemies from afar, retaining formidable power even within a hundred paces.

Qi Refining Realm martial artists could also barely release True Qi from their bodies, but it retained only some power within ten paces. Beyond ten paces, its attack power weakened greatly.

Wind Sweeps Clouds!

Wild winds whirled and sword light flashed. The palm imprints burst apart one after another and dispersed with the wind.

Wind Howls Nine Heavens!

Amid the howling gale, the long sword transformed into a streak of light and thrust toward Wei Guang.

"Courting death!"

Wei Guang neither dodged nor evaded. He reached out with his palm and struck the sword aside.

At the same time, Wei Guang's left palm blasted toward Su Mo's head like lightning.

Nine Heavens Sea Wave Fist!

Su Mo's left fist shot out as well. Ninth Level Fist Force surged forth and smashed fiercely into the other man's palm.

Boom!

With a muffled groan, Su Mo was sent flying backward.

Spirit Martial Realm martial artists really are powerful!

Su Mo thought.

Then, a sharp gleam flashed in Su Mo's eyes. His long sword trembled, Sword Qi surged into the heavens, Wind Momentum coiled around it, and he slashed at Wei Guang once more.

Divine Wind Kill!

The sharp sword light cleaved through the void, merging into the Wind Momentum and annihilating everything in its path.

"Kill!"

Seeing Su Mo's strength, the killing intent in Wei Guang's eyes intensified. He struck through the air with his palm, and a huge palm imprint descended with towering might.

Void Breaking Palm!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword light dissipated and the palm imprint shattered. Su Mo groaned again as he was sent flying backward, a trace of crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Then Su Mo spun, turning into an afterimage as he fled rapidly into the distance.

He knew he could not defeat the other party, so he left decisively.

"Brat, where do you think you're running?!"

Wei Guang roared. His body spread like a great roc unfurling its wings as he pursued Su Mo at high speed.

At this moment, Wei Guang was utterly shocked. Su Mo was merely at the peak of Qi Cultivation Level Eight, yet he could actually contend with him for several moves. With such terrifying talent, if he were allowed to grow, how could the Wei family retain any foothold in Linyang City?

One had to know that Wei Guang's cultivation was not the Spirit Martial Realm First Layer, but the Second Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm.

He had originally thought that intercepting and killing Su Mo would be as easy as turning his hand over. Who could have expected Su Mo's strength to have grown to such a degree?

Therefore, Su Mo had to die today.

Su Mo pushed Phantom Steps to its limit. With each step, he crossed more than ten meters. His body moved like a leopard, his speed unimaginably fast.

But although Wei Guang's movement technique was far inferior to Su Mo's, as a Spirit Martial Realm expert, his speed was not the least bit slower. He remained close behind Su Mo the entire time.

"Su Mo, you can't escape!"

Wei Guang's furious roar came from behind him.

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

Within the dense forest, Su Mo's speed was greatly restricted, but Wei Guang's speed was likewise hindered.

The mountains were high and the forest dense, with great trees and thorny vines concealing everything. Su Mo darted left and right, and before long, he disappeared without a trace.

"Bastard!"

Wei Guang's face turned livid with rage. A dignified Spirit Martial Realm expert had actually allowed a Qi Refining Realm junior to escape right beneath his nose.