Traditional Art

Sixty days later, "Kid, tell me about what's going on outside too, will you?"

Mo Lin looked helplessly at the giant mantis before him. He had already been telling a giant python "bedtime stories" for two months:

"No, Senior, but why are you doing this?"

The Void-Shattering Mantis replied:

"Why do you think I joined that damn snake in reaching an agreement with the Mo Family? If we hadn't fought each other for a hundred thousand years, would I have trusted him?"

Upon hearing that, Mo Lin naturally understood that these two great beings were probably about the same age, both nearing the end of their lifespans. Yet he was not particularly surprised. More than anything, he felt fortunate—fortunate that he had investigated his origins early and come to Soul Beast Island as soon as possible.

If Mo Lin had not taken the initiative to investigate his origins, and had only passively learned at the age of twenty that he still had living relatives, these two would likely have already left this world by then. The island's balance would have been utterly shattered. To seize the territories of the hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, the island would inevitably have descended into chaos. Having lost two allies, the Mo Family could not possibly have stayed out of it and would certainly have been dragged into the conflict between soul beasts.

It was easy to imagine that the Mo Family, which had always lived in peace, would suddenly have had to fight several hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. Their final outcome would inevitably have been destruction.

However, Mo Lin had now arrived on Soul Beast Island ahead of time and learned this crucial information. Moreover, the Mo Family would definitely leave Soul Beast Island within six years, completely avoiding such a situation.

"Kid, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Mo Lin suddenly freeze, the Void-Shattering Mantis nudged him with one of its forelimbs.

That nudge pulled Mo Lin from his thoughts.

"Sorry, Senior. Something suddenly came to mind. You want to hear more about the outside world too, right? Let me think."

Another four months passed. While cultivating, Mo Jia suddenly thought of something—should he make another trip to Douluo Continent?

Since he had not sunk so low as to read his nephew's letter, he guessed that Mo Lin had originally planned to stay for a little over half a year before returning to Douluo Continent. But with this unexpected development, the time would definitely be extended considerably.

After pondering it for a while, Mo Jia ultimately decided to confirm things with Mo Lin. If Mo Lin had already written that he would be staying for one or two years, there would be no need for him to make another trip. He could also take the chance to see how Mo Lin was doing. Living in a forest filled with soul beasts was no easy matter.

Mo Jia knew a little about the habitats of the two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. He felt that the two of them should be able to understand his actions. He was not planning to snatch anyone away; taking a look was not a crime.

Mo Jia visited the habitats of the Heaven-Devouring Titan Python and the Void-Shattering Mantis in turn. Not only did he fail to find Mo Lin, he did not even see either soul beast.

"Could some other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts have attacked at a time like this?!"

Just as Mo Jia worried that another unexpected change might have occurred, a faint sound reached his ears—a human voice!

Mo Jia hurriedly followed the sound. In just over a minute, he found its source, only to witness a rather comical sight.

The giant python and the mantis sat obediently before a rock, not moving in the slightest, as though they were utterly engrossed in something.

Meanwhile, Mo Lin sat atop the rock, speaking animatedly about all sorts of strange and unusual things.

As Mo Jia drew closer, the two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts immediately changed their demeanor and released killing intent in his direction.

Mo Jia quickly revealed himself.

"Please don't misunderstand, Seniors. I'm not here to cause trouble. I merely want to ask Mo Lin about something."

The two beasts withdrew their killing intent, but both spoke in extremely unfriendly tones.

"Ask quickly. We haven't heard enough yet!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Jia answered as he hurriedly gestured for Mo Lin to come over.

Mo Lin had no idea why his younger uncle had suddenly come and asked nervously:

"Uncle, why did you come here? Don't you know this might make those two unhappy?!"

"Of course I know, but after thinking over your situation, did you forget about the matters back on Douluo Continent?" Mo Jia asked.

"Huh? Why would you ask that? Of course I'm going back!" Mo Lin replied.

"Nonsense. Of course I know you're going back, but did your letter clearly state how long you would be staying here? Aren't you afraid the people over there will worry?" Mo Jia asked.

"Oh~, that's all?" Mo Lin's tone visibly relaxed. "Don't worry. I didn't explicitly write how long I'd be staying in that letter. I only said I wouldn't be returning for the time being, so there's no need for you to make a special trip back."

"Are you done yet?!"

"Almost, almost!" Mo Lin hurriedly replied. "Uncle, get going already. Don't let there be some misunderstanding later! I still have to tell those two stories!"

"Tell stories? You're so young. What stories could you possibly have?"

Mo Jia watched Mo Lin happily run back and continue talking about something, utterly surprised.

Mo Jia had originally thought it would already be good enough if Mo Lin had not begged him to take him back. Now it seemed that Mo Lin's ability to adapt far exceeded his expectations. Reassured, he returned home.

Upon returning to the Mo Family, Mo Teng immediately sought Mo Jia out.

"Jia'er, did you just go see Lin?"

Mo Jia bowed.

"Yes, Father. I went to see Lin because I wanted to confirm a few things. Please rest assured, he is perfectly fine."

"He really is fine?" Mo Teng found it hard to believe. In his eyes, although Mo Lin was more mature than ordinary children, he was still just a child. How could he possibly endure living in the depths of the mountains and forests all the time?

"He really is fine. In fact, I think he not only doesn't dislike it, but is actually quite willing to stay there," Mo Jia said.

As for Mo Lin telling stories, that was naturally the classic plagiarism act most beloved by transmigrators. Every transmigrator sent to ancient times or another world would, for the most part, rely on stories they had heard in their past life to show off, talk people into submission, entertain children, socialize, make money, and serve all sorts of other purposes. It might have been cliché, but if it worked, then it had to be done!

For war stories and martial arts tales, all he had to do was change the setting and the power system, and it was ready to go!

For cultivation stories, after finishing one, he could change the terminology for power rankings. He would not even need to alter the protagonist's background—just change a few surnames, and it would instantly become a brand-new story!

For romance stories, he would not even need to change the setting or alter anything at all. He could simply recite them directly. It wasn't as if anyone would sue him anyway!

These were all essential knowledge points for transmigration—things that would be on the final exam!

Over the past two months, Mo Lin had relied on this trick to easily grow closer to the two soul beasts who had never seen much of the world. To them, the things they had heard over these few months were more than they had heard in a hundred thousand years, though much of it was fabricated. Already not particularly hostile toward Mo Lin, they no longer merely regarded him as an interesting human.