Gathering the Prison Suppressing Pearl

Chapter 28: Gathering the Prison Suppressing Pearls

Xu Zimo figured that Cui Yuan must have been some low-level mob in his past life.

After being killed by Chu Yang, he obtained the last Prison Suppressing Pearl, which was why Xu Zimo didn't know its origin.

And in this life, he had unintentionally snatched the Prison Suppressing Pearl from Cui Yuan's hands. He could only say that fate played tricks on people.

As Hei Shisan walked towards him step by step, Chu Yang quickly retreated. His chest felt like it was burning, and he felt dizzy from the heavy blood loss.

Am I going to die like this? Chu Yang thought unwillingly.

He had Old Mo's guidance, he cultivated a Great Emperor's Cultivation Method, and he still had to find Xiao'er.

He was unwilling to die here, unwilling!

"Little Yangzi, don't worry, with me around, no one can hurt you," Old Mo's voice came from the ring.

"Old Mo, you..." Chu Yang looked at the ring in confusion.

A phantom image of an old man slowly materialized from the ring.

The moment the old man appeared, it was as if the entire world fell silent.

The sun and moon rotated, and reincarnation continued endlessly.

An invisible aura condensed around the old man. He stood with his hands behind his back, his temples white, dressed in a green robe.

He let out a long sigh, and the aura of dominating the ancient world shook the surroundings. He slowly extended his right hand, and it seemed as if all of time and space had frozen and stopped.

"This... this is..." Hei Shisan looked at the ancient figure with a grave expression.

"I recall that in my prime, I didn't even bat an eye at Venerable Meridian Realm experts. How dare a mere Void Meridian ant try to kill the person I've chosen," the old man said calmly.

"You yourself said it was your prime. How much strength do you have left now?" Hei Shisan said, slowly taking out a jade token.

This jade token was given to him by Xu Zimo. It contained a wisp of Xu Qingshan's spirit. Once opened, it could unleash the power of a Half-step Sacred Meridian.

"Not good," the old man saw the jade token's use at a glance.

He hadn't expected them to be prepared. He had just started showing off when he encountered such a troublesome situation.

With a wave of his right hand, a cage descended from the sky, enveloping Hei Shisan. Then, he grabbed Chu Yang by the shoulder and shouted, "Let's go."

This ordinary cage couldn't hold Hei Shisan. The old man had used all the strength he had accumulated over the years to take Chu Yang far away.

In a dense forest, the old man slowly put Chu Yang down. His phantom image had already become dim, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

"Old Mo, are you alright?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Old Mo said with a smile. "It's just that I used too much soul power just now. I'll be fine after a period of recuperation. If you find any spirit or soul-related herbs in the future, remember to keep an eye out for me."

After speaking, Old Mo retreated into the ring.

Chu Yang nodded and took a deep breath. The bleeding from his chest had stopped.

However, his head still ached slightly. He leaned against a large tree, wanting to rest for a while.

Another set of footsteps sounded. Chu Yang was startled. Had that person from before chased after him?

He turned his head and saw a man with a long sword on his back slowly walking towards him.

The man was dressed in white, looked elegant and refined, and had a smiling face.

Just as Chu Yang was about to speak, he felt an overwhelming aura press down on him.

He grunted, feeling completely unable to move.

This swordsman felt even more powerful than the man in black from before.

The swordsman walked in front of him, slowly bent down, and took the Prison Suppressing Pearl from Chu Yang's chest.

"Who are you?" Chu Yang asked, his gaze sharp, looking at the other person.

"Shili Changkong," the man replied with a smile, and then left with the Prison Suppressing Pearl.

After the man left, Chu Yang finally felt his body relax and couldn't help but gasp for air.

"Old Mo," Chu Yang called out tentatively.

"That person just now was very strong. I didn't dare to come out. He's at least in the Venerable Meridian Realm," Old Mo said gravely.

I feel like I'm being completely manipulated, like an invisible hand is controlling everything, Chu Yang mused.

Who are these people?

"Don't think too much about it. Just cultivate well," Old Mo said. "You're still too weak now. When you become strong, you'll get revenge one day. It's just a pity about that pearl."

Chu Yang nodded heavily, his eyes shining.

Xu Zimo took the last Prison Suppressing Pearl brought by Shili Changkong, suppressing the joy in his heart, and said, "Good. You've worked hard."

"Why didn't you let me kill him?" Shili Changkong asked doubtfully.

"Don't you think it's a pathetic thing to have no true opponent in this world?" Xu Zimo chuckled. "I want to give him infinite hope, then crush him into despair, and repeat. That's much more interesting!"

"Then what about the promise you made to me?" Shili Changkong asked.

Xu Zimo smiled and sent two secret manuals to Shili Changkong. These two manuals were the Yin Tian Sword Art and the Three Talents Sword Formation.

"Don't worry, would I go back on my word?" Xu Zimo laughed.

Shili Changkong glanced at Xu Zimo and said nothing.

He suddenly felt that it was much better to be friends with Xu Zimo than enemies.

The next morning, the group set off from Tianjian City.

Before leaving, Xu Zimo cautioned Guan Zhenhai, "Some things should be done in moderation."

"I understand," Guan Zhenhai quickly nodded.

He knew Xu Zimo was referring to how he had been using the True Martial Sacred Sect's name to engage in private dealings with the Chang Family over the past two years.

Xu Zimo didn't dwell on Guan Zhenhai's actions. He knew this world was a mix of black and white, so why bother separating them so clearly?

There were no absolute good people, nor absolute bad people.

As long as some things were done in moderation, within the scope of the game, it was actually fine.

These past few days were the liveliest time for the True Martial Sacred Sect. The sect was opening its gates to widely recruit disciples.

Across the vast territory of this extremely fine land, countless youths were sharpening their knives, eager to join this sacred place that resided in the hearts of many.

Even some smaller sects wanted to send their talented disciples into the True Martial Sacred Sect.

That was a broader world, offering more opportunities and better resources.

Directly in front of the sect were one hundred and eighty-eight steps. All youths wishing to join the True Martial Sacred Sect had to ascend these steps, which served as the first trial.

The first hundred steps had double gravity. The middle eighty steps had five times gravity, and the final eight steps had ten times gravity.

This trial tested a disciple's perseverance and had nothing to do with personal strength, because no matter how strong you were, the gravity would not change.

Those who could ascend these one hundred and eighty-eight steps could only rely on their willpower.