[Extra] Old Mo's Name (Free Chapter)

A lone boat drifts on the river.

The man punting the boat stood in the middle, dressed in coarse cloth clothes with his straw hat pulled low. He slowly rowed the famous boat, having just interrupted an "epic battle" and rescued two lost girls.

Therefore, at this moment, a girl in Hongyi and a girl in white were sitting at the bow and stern of the ship, respectively.

The girl in Hongyi, with two swords at her waist, crossed her arms and looked coldly towards the stern of the ship.

The girl in white at the stern smiled serenely, blinking her eyes as her gaze fell on Old Mo: "Great Hero Mo, you saved Yanleng's life."

The girl in Hongyi scoffed.

Old Mo said seriously, "The world of martial arts is a long and winding road; it can't be all about fighting and killing. Why don't I tell you two a story?"

"Hmm, a very cliché story—the damsel in distress saves the hero."

Many years ago, on a sweltering summer day, the flagstones of the dock were so hot that stepping on them barefoot would make a person jump out of their skin.

Come.

A teenager, dressed in faded shorts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, dark arms, was fighting with a group of thugs from a fish farm.

His boxing style lacked any structure or technique, relying entirely on youthful vigor and ruthlessness.

He aimed his punches at vital points—the nose, ribs, and abdomen—his blows were dark and heavy, completely ignoring the fact that he had already taken several blows to the shoulder and that his back was burning with pain from the wooden stick.

Someone shouted while hitting him, "You little brat surnamed Mo, you're asking for it! Laozi really think I wouldn't dare beat you to death?"

The boy didn't reply, only gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining frighteningly, even though he was covered in wounds, he refused to take a single step back.

But ultimately, he was outnumbered and outmatched; two fists cannot fight four hands.

Finally, he was forced back step by step until his back slammed hard against the gray brick wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

This is a narrow alleyway leading to a dead end by the dock, with only a sliver of sky visible overhead, fragmented and broken. The walls are covered with withered vines, brittle from the sun.

The man in the lead had a face full of scars, with a conspicuous knife scar on his left cheek, and he swaggered over.

Someone handed me a knife; the blade was so shiny it hurt my eyes.

He took the knife, grinning maliciously, "You little bastard, now that you've jumped out like this, who else will help you? Your father is a good-for-nothing, and you're an idiot. Today I'll let you see some blood, so those trash at the docks will know that if they dare to cause trouble again, they'll all be beaten to death!"

The boy leaned against the brick wall, panting heavily, his chest heaving, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his face.

He was covered in wounds, and could barely lift his arms, yet he still didn't lower his head. His neck was straight, and he stared intently at the scarred man in front of him. He slowly raised his hand and gave him the middle finger.

The boy's gaze was utterly contemptuous, like a needle piercing the scarred man's heart.

He roared and swung his short knife at the boy's shoulder.

At the critical moment, a soft "whoosh" was heard, and a piece of gravel shot out from nowhere, moving with great speed and striking the scarred man's wrist with precision.

A soft "crack" sound was followed by the man's cry of pain.

The short knife clattered onto the bluestone slab, bounced a few times, and rolled to the boy's feet.

Everyone looked up in the direction from which the pebble had come.

On the wall behind the boy, a figure in Hongyi was seen crouching.

The girl in Hongyi looked down at the boy who was cornered against the wall and asked in a clear voice, "Need any help?"

The boy stared blankly for a long while before slowly squinting his eyes, trying to make out the person on the wall.

The sunlight was too intense; the sun was high in the sky behind the girl, highlighting her features, but her face was blurred and dazzling in the backlight, making him unable to open his eyes for a moment.

He could only see a figure in Hongyi, but couldn't make out her features. He shook his head and said, "Miss, you'd better leave quickly, there are too many of them."

Upon hearing this, the girl on the wall laughed. Her laughter was clear and crisp, like a mountain stream, dispelling some of the afternoon heat.

Without saying another word, she swayed gracefully, as light as a red sparrow, and leaped down from the wall, creating a gentle breeze.

The girl didn't land safely because she used one foot to step on the stone wall to propel herself up, hooking her other leg around the scarred man's chin and sending him flying.

Amidst screams, several bloody teeth flew out, landing with a few "thuds" at the boy's feet!

This scene thrilled Little Mo.

She wasn't some young lady from a wealthy family, but a female knight-errant passing by!

The girl was alone, yet she seemed to command a vast army.

"So you're Scarface Chen from the brokerage?" she spoke, her voice still clear but tinged with coldness. "You forced Zhang Sheng's wife into suicide, didn't you?"

Sent flying through the air by a kick and landing heavily on the ground Scarface Chen, ignoring his fallen teeth, roared, "Attack! All of you, get Laozi both dead!"

A group of thugs rushed at them, sticks in hand.

The girl sneered, retreating instead of advancing. With a light touch of her toes, she leaped into the air, her delicate, fair fist smashing towards the wooden stick.

With a "crack," the wrist-thick wooden stick snapped in two.

To the boy's astonishment, she smashed the wooden stick in half with a single punch, and with undiminished force, slammed it into the chest of the thug behind it.

The man flew backward like a tattered sack for more than ten meters, crashing heavily against the wall. As he rolled to the ground, the continuous cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out, instantly silencing the once noisy alley.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes filled with horror as they stared at the girl.

Someone shouted, "She's a martial artist!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, and the group scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

The scarred man in the lead turned to run, but the girl kicked him in the shin, causing his right leg to fracture in a bizarre way. He writhed and howled in pain on the ground.

Seeing this, the young man surnamed Mo perked up, bent down to pick up the knife from the ground, and staggered towards the scarred man.

The scarred man was terrified. Ignoring his broken leg, he frantically crawled backward, crying, "Little Mo! Young Hero Mo! Brother Mo! Master Mo! You can't kill me! I'm from the brokerage business, I have connections in the government! If you kill me, the government won't let you get away with it!"

Little Mo remained silent, but the determination in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Until the girl reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Little Mo turned his head in confusion, not understanding why the girl was stopping him.

The girl snatched the knife from his hand, tossed it aside casually, and said seriously, "There are some things I can do, but you can't."

Little Mo stared blankly at the knife on the scarred man's neck. The man was no longer able to utter a word, clutching his neck but unable to stop the blood from flowing out.

"My name is Xie Xie." The girl looked away, smiled, revealing a pair of shallow dimples. "What's your name?"

Everyone calls me Little Mo.

"Oh, we look about the same age, so I'll call Old Mo."

Little Mo scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Xie Xie, miss. Could you do me another favor?"

Not long after.

Little Mo returned to the riverbank, jumped onto a fishing boat, and a strong smell of medicine wafted from inside.

He had just turned his head to remind the girl when he saw the girl, who called herself "Xie Xie," leap lightly onto the boat without swaying at all.

Little Mo scratched his head, almost forgetting that Miss Xie was a master.

Little Mo bent down and walked into the cabin. He glanced at his father lying on the bed, and the pleasure he felt from killing the scarred man faded considerably.

The young woman examined the middle-aged man's injuries on the bed and said seriously, "He's badly injured. Was it done by Scarface Chen and his gang?"

Little Mo nodded sullenly. "A few days ago, the fish market and the brokerage firm joined forces to try and consolidate the fishing industry at this dock. My father said a few words and was severely beaten by them."

"These bastards," the girl sneered, then suddenly looked around and frowned, "Your father and you are fighting against the fishing shed and the brokerage firm for everyone's benefit, but everyone else is just watching coldly?"

Little Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "That's normal. Not everyone has the courage to stand up to them."

He looked up and said seriously, "So I've always felt that my father is this!"

Little Mo smiled and gave a thumbs up.

The girl smiled and gave a thumbs-up, but she was pointing it at Little Mo.

"Old Mo, do you want to learn boxing from me?" The girl clenched her delicate, fair fist, her interest piqued. "I'll teach you boxing techniques, and then you'll be able to beat those thugs on your own."

Little Mo hesitated and asked, "Am I capable?"

"You showed great courage in your fight today. A martial arts student needs courage." The girl pursed her lips and smiled. "How was it? I created my own style of boxing, and I'll teach you everything I know."

Little Mo nodded emphatically. "Okay!"

After checking on Little Mo's father's condition, Miss Xie thought for a moment and said, "I'll get you some medicine; it should alleviate your father's injuries to some extent."

Little Mo hurriedly said, "Thank you, Miss. How much do you want? I'll pay you."

"No need," the girl blinked. "I don't go to the pharmacy; I usually gather herbs myself in the mountains."

With that, the girl leaped onto the dock and quickly disappeared from Little Mo's sight.

Watching Miss Xie's departing figure, Little Mo's eyes showed envy. Miss Xie was indeed a heroine.

After standing there for a while, Little Mo started to get busy; she had a lot to do today.

As evening approached, Little Mo looked at the few small fish left in the fish basket and decided to cook them herself when she got home.

At this moment.

A somewhat disheveled figure appeared in front of Little Mo.

She was still wearing that Hongyi, but she no longer looked as light as a sparrow and as dazzling as the sun.

The girl was covered in mud, as if she had rolled around in the mud. Her bright Hongyi clothes were covered with dark brown mud spots, a few strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks, and even her fair face had several mud marks.

Miss Xie is covered in mud?

The girl glanced down at the fish basket and said, "Old Mo, I want to eat fish! I've heard that the fishermen on the river know best how to cook fish. You'll have to treat me to dinner tonight; consider it your payment."

She showed off the herbs she had picked from the mountain.

Little Mo asked blankly, "Xie Xie, miss. Did you fall into the mud?"

Xie Xie, young lady. She feigned nonchalance and said, "I accidentally slipped while gathering herbs."

She handed the herbs to Little Mo and urged, "Keep these safe for now. I'll teach you how to treat them later. Oh, and hurry up and cook!"

Old Mo carefully took the herbs, then carried the fish basket back to his boat.

He plans to make fried fish tonight. Frying fish uses a lot of oil, so it's only served to honored guests.

It was already evening, and the river reflected the deep red sunset. Little Mo filled a basin with river water to clean the fish. When he looked back, he saw Miss Xie squatting by the river, carefully wiping her face. As the mud was wiped away, her fair and delicate face was revealed again. The river breeze ruffled the girl's half-dry hair.

At dinner time.

Having nothing better to do, Miss Xie asked out of curiosity, "By the way, Old Mo, what's your full name?"

Full name?

At home, at the dock, on the river—everyone calls him Little Mo, to the point that Little Mo himself has almost forgotten his own name.

Little Mo scratched his head and said, "The year I was born, my father saved a scholar, and that man named me Changge."

The girl exclaimed in surprise, "Mo Changge? Old Mo, your name sounds very chivalrous!"

"Ah?"

Little Mo's eyes widened; it was the first time in his life someone had said his name sounded like that of a young hero.

Before this, everyone only praised him for his excellent fishing skills.

"Never mind, I'll just call Old Mo then." The girl rested her chin on her hand, smiling.

"By the way, Miss Xie, when shall we begin learning martial arts?"

The girl clenched her fist. "I don't have much time, let's start tonight!"

"Good!"

In the days that followed, Little Mo fished and sold fish, and then learned boxing from Miss Xie. When he had nothing to do, Miss Xie would tell him about her chivalrous deeds while traveling the world.

This day.

Little Mo once again found himself alone, confronting the gang of thugs and hooligans from the fishing village and the brokerage firm.

The other party first cautiously confirmed that the girl in Hongyi was not there, then pointed at Little Mo fiercely and said, "Don't run away!"

Little Mo definitely didn't run away.

The one who ran was the one who shouted the loudest.

With sheer grit and the boxing techniques taught by Miss Xie, he drove away a group of thugs, earning cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"Little Mo! Excellent boxing skills!"

"Little Mo really didn't embarrass your father!"

Little Mo was too lazy to pay attention to these quails who only cheered but didn't do anything.

He used to enjoy everyone's cheers and applause, but later he realized that they were all fake.

He grimaced and returned to his fishing boat.

Even though I won, it still hurts!

However, the boxing techniques Miss Xie taught me were indeed useful!

"Old Mo, Old Mo, I want fried fish!"

A familiar red figure suddenly descended from the top of the boat, startling Little Mo. The girl seemed to have misjudged the distance, and her fair face was unexpectedly pressed against his face, their noses almost touching.

A blush instantly rose to the girl's cheeks, like the river water dyed by the sunset that day. Her eyelashes fluttered twice, she coughed lightly, and said in a deliberately mature tone, "Old Mo, congratulations, you've graduated!"

"Miss Xie, why are you hanging up there?"

"Oh, I'm practicing my lightness skill."

The girl nonchalantly spun 360 degrees in the air, landing perfectly, her Hongyi blooming into a vibrant flower.

"Miss Xie, does the boxing style you taught me have a name?" Little Mo suddenly asked, her eyes gleaming, clenching her fist. "I single-handedly took down those guys today!"

"I call it Turtle Fist," Miss Xie said seriously, then chuckled.

Old Mo scratched his head, wondering what the girl was laughing at, but Miss Xie's smile was truly beautiful.

"Old Mo, I'm leaving." Miss Xie suddenly said seriously, "I heard there's a Evil Dao master in the next county who's committed several major crimes, and a few of my friends have contacted me."

Little Mo took a deep breath and said, "Miss Xie, you must be careful!"

"Don't worry!" The girl raised her head. "I'll be fine. I still want to become a great hero!"

Looking at the radiant Miss Xie, Little Mo felt a long-lost sense of melancholy welling up in his heart; the distance between him and Miss Xie was simply too great.

"Little Mo, have you considered leaving here?" the girl suddenly asked. "I can recommend you to join a sect."

Little Mo glanced silently at the cabin, then shook her head. "I can't leave for the time being."

The girl nodded, then suddenly smiled brightly, "It's alright, when I become a great hero and learn Higher Vehicle martial arts, I'll come back and teach you!"

"Miss Xie, will you come back?"

"No!" the girl suddenly said with a sly smile, "Why don't you come find me? Or you can become a great hero and then I'll come find you!"

Little Mo smiled and said, "If I have the chance, I definitely will!"

The next day, Xie Xie, Miss Xie, left.

That was also in that year.

Little Mo became famous at the dock with his Turtle Fist, but he couldn't be happy because nothing had changed.

My father's illness never got better, and he eventually passed away, which can be considered a kind of relief.

The fish market and brokerage firms continue to find new ways to exploit fishermen.

No matter how skilled Little Mo was in fighting, he couldn't go against the government.

Xie Xie, young lady, but you haven't come back either.

Later, when Little Mo was eighteen, a wandering Daoist priest passed by the dock and immediately took a liking to Little Mo's knife skills in killing fish.

Having nothing left to cherish, Little Mo chose to become an apprentice and leave.

That departure lasted for many years.

As Little Mo rose through the ranks, he completed his apprenticeship and roamed the martial world, participating in more and more events, gradually becoming known as Young Hero Mo and Hero Mo in the eyes of others.

Finally, they honored him as --

The undisputed master of swordsmanship.

No one calls him "Old Mo" anymore.

Of course, what Old Mo cared about was never the title, but the person who called him that.

He traveled a long way, helped many people, and made a great name for himself, but the girl he liked, Xie Xie, never came looking for him. Then, she exclaimed in surprise, "Old Mo, you've become so amazing!"

Old Mo was puzzled.

Is it because I'm not famous enough?

Or is it that his fame is so great that the girl is too embarrassed to come see him?

But the girl he liked was never that kind of person.

later.

Old Mo traveled for a long time before finally finding Miss Xie in a small town.

Standing before that cenotaph, spontaneously built by the local people.

Old Mo then realized.

It turns out that Miss Xie had already passed away.

That was the year he returned to public life.

To save the people of this small town, the girl and her companions, along with chivalrous heroes and even disciples of several major Martial Dao sects, joined forces to stop a demonic blood sacrifice, ultimately perishing together with the demonic cult members.

Just like many years ago, a girl who liked to wear Hongyi passed through that riverside town. She saw injustice and stepped in to help, which became an unforgettable story.

Standing before the mansion of Yi Guan, Old Mo sat for a long time, silent for an even longer time. Countless days and nights passed. He pressed down the edge of his straw hat, finally managing to force a smile, and uttered the worst utterance of his life. "When it comes to chivalry, how can one avoid capsizing? I, Old Mo, have been a skilled fisherman since childhood, but even I sometimes capsize—"

The girl who loved wearing Hongyi is gone forever.

What pained Old Mo even more was that he couldn't get revenge.

Even though he was already revered as the master of the sword, with no one in the world able to surpass him, he still couldn't find his enemy.

Because the wicked have been eliminated.

Even the sects behind those demonic cultists had already been wiped out by the combined efforts of the masters and elders of those disciples from major sects.

They left nothing for the Old Mo.

Old Mo complained, "You should at least leave me a descendant."

Finally, alone, Old Mo found the gate of the Six Paths of Evil and Demons, and swept through it all, forcing Kou Ziling, the leader of the demonic path at the time, to come out and fight him.

In this battle, Old Mo only lost by one move.

It was this battle that made Old Mo revered as a great hero and ranked him sixth in the world.

After that, Old Mo disappeared.

It wasn't because Old Mo was injured and needed to recuperate, but because Old Mo suddenly realized he wanted to do something.

Just as Old Mo and Yu Tunzhou said, Old Mo was going to do something earth-shattering.

Therefore, he needs to reach the next level.

Only by ascending to the next level can he have the chance to enter the legendary Netherworld Underworld, restore the cycle of reincarnation in this world, and give all sentient beings a chance to start over.

Only in this way could Old Mo meet Miss Xie Xie again in the Mortal World.

To achieve this goal, Old Mo traveled to many places, ventured into many ancient ruins, and even visited the Heavenly Court ruins, which were regarded as "forbidden lands of Dharma Aspect" by various major sects, in search of the ancient gods who still exist in the world, hoping to gain their assistance.

But none of this yielded any results.

Finally, Old Mo set his sights on the Martial Ancestor in Luofu Grotto-Heaven, who was rumored to have once ventured into the Nine Netherworlds!

So Old Mo infiltrated Luofu Grotto-Heaven, took over the position of town garrison commander, and tried to obtain a way to enter the Underworld from the other party.

If all else fails, inheriting that person's invincible technique and thus reaching a higher level is not an option that Old Mo cannot accept.

As a result, thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

But what Old Mo didn't expect was...

Before that Martial Ancestor responded to him.

In this Mortal Realm, there was another dusty-faced boy, his stomach growling with hunger, just like the girl who looked like she had rolled in the mud. Upon seeing him for the first time, she greeted him familiarly, "Old Mo, I want to eat fish."

The tough guy was stunned for a long time, lost in thought.

He observed for a while, wondering if Miss Xie had been reincarnated into the wrong body?

Speaking of which...

The man adjusted his straw hat, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

In fact.

Just before Lu Huaiqing left, during his last visit to Old Mo, the two had a conversation.

"I really want to ask you something, senior: within this grotto-heaven, who is truly Yu Tunzhou's greatest calamity?"

For example, some people consider him a senior.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Of course it's me."

After Yu Tunzhou entered the town, the Martial Ancestor made an unprecedented contact with Old Mo Old Mo and gave him a choice: kill the kid who made him feel unlucky, and he would give Old Mo an answer.

As for killing fish, Old Mo, who came from a fisherman family, was skilled at it from a young age.

So much so that after Old Mo became famous, people always liked to ask him why his knife skills were so high. Old Mo would always answer patiently that he learned it from killing fish when he was a child.

Just as Lu Huaiqing once told the old Daoist priest, Old Mo never lies. If he says he comes from the Aristocratic Clan fishermen, then he comes from the Aristocratic Clan fishermen. Going back three generations, they are all honest and upright Aristocratic Clan!

Old Mo has never known what lying is; it's just that the old Daoist priest likes to make wild connections.

He's an upright and Old Mo; why would he need to impersonate someone?

As for boasting, can that be called lying?

So on the day Yu Tunzhou accidentally entered the cave, Old Mo was really thinking about either killing the boy or throwing him out of the cave while few people were paying attention.

Although many people call Lao Hero Mo or a super hero, Old Mo never considers himself a hero. He just did what he could to help Xie Xie Jie find him, for a certain promise.

Compared to his purpose in entering the grotto, the life of a displaced boy was utterly insignificant.

Old Mo was even willing to abandon his own path and become an enemy of the world for this matter.

In the end, however, the Old Mo not only refrained from harming the boy, but also took shelter in his homeless home.

To others, the boy inexplicably "captured" that rugged man whose thoughts no one could fathom.

Did they finally succeed?

The girl in Hongyi bow of the boat pressed on impatiently, her eyes filled with anticipation, wanting to know if Old Mo had gotten any answers from that Martial Ancestor, or that invincible technique, after traveling such a long way and venturing deep into Luofu Grotto-Heaven for thirty years.

If it's the latter, could Old Mo break through the barrier of this world if he ascends to the next level?

Did you succeed?

The man thought about it and said, "I guess so."

He did indeed see a road Tongtian.

Even if that path doesn't belong to Old Mo, he can still forge his own path.

Old Mo said with a smile that he found that path in a boy who was very similar to him back then.

So this time, after defeating the people on the Heaven Ranking, Old Mo will go to a dead land to try to reopen the Six Paths of Samsara for the Mortal Realm, so that all living beings in the world can have another chance.

Then, Old Mo began to rave about the performance of a certain young man in the cave, especially his spirit when he challenged the Martial Ancestor. Tsk tsk, he's no less impressive than he was back then.

Hearing of someone's impetuous act of challenging the Martial Ancestor, the girl in Hongyi asked curiously, "Did that person really have the qualifications to challenge the Martial Ancestor back then?"

Old Mo's answer was that at that time, Yu Tunzhou was indeed qualified to make Martial Ancestor throw a punch.

The girl in Hongyi had sparkling eyes. Born into the Anguo Ji Clan, she had been by her ancestor's side since childhood and knew better than anyone what an honor this was.

The girl in white was curious as to why the boy had asked about fist techniques; was that truly his intention?

Old Mo laughed and said, "Young man, you don't know your own limitations."

"Great Hero Mo, is this a derogatory or complimentary term?" the girl in white asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"Of course it's a compliment," Old Mo grinned and laughed heartily. "Young people should be spirited, arrogant, and ignorant of their own limitations. Before throwing a punch, they should have the unparalleled courage of the world!"

The girl in white pursed her lips, still curious as to why the Martial Ancestor, having emerged from the seal, hadn't killed the boy with a single punch.

For her, the Martial Ancestor who once defied the world in a fit of rage for a woman is the person she admires most in her life.

Old Mo smiled, then sighed softly.

It was only later that Old Mo gradually figured out some of the things that happened inside the cave.

That Martial Ancestor stepped out of that small world because of Yu Tunzhou's challenge to his fist.

But given Lu Huaiqing's scheming, even if Yu Tunzhou didn't ask for the fist, someone else would have filled the gap, such as Liu Qiandao, the one he had yelled at to get lost that day.

But what if Yu Tunzhou hadn't thrown a punch that day—

The first thing that man, who had finally escaped from the forbidden area but was filled with sadness and anger, would probably do was to kill the country bumpkin who had disappointed his prized disciple.

When that time comes, Old Mo will inevitably have to fight Martial Ancestor in the cave.

The outcome of this battle remains uncertain.

After all, the Martial Ancestor was far from being at his peak.

Old Mo's path to enlightenment was not yet at the same level as that of the Martial Ancestor in the past.

At this moment, Old Mo sighed, "Tunzhou, oh Tunzhou, how can you choose between two such wonderful girls? Won't you be overwhelmed by the choices?"

At this moment.

A sharp blade of energy pierced through the air on the river ahead.

The boatman smiled, took off his straw hat, and merely flashed the sword at his waist. The aura of the sword that was coming towards him dissipated on its own.

A hearty laugh echoed from the distant mountain peak, "Truly worthy of being the world's foremost swordsman! Great Hero Mo, we meet again!"

Old Mo gave himself a thumbs-up, feeling a little invincible, lonely, and empty.

Having been out of the Mortal Realm 150 years, it was unexpected that his knife skills, honed through slaying fish, would still be the best in the Mortal Realm.

Then, the Old Mo casually tossed the straw hat he had taken off to the girl in Hongyi, and then flicked his finger to give the girl in white a wisp of sword energy.

"Isn't Great Hero Mo being a little biased?" the girl in white blinked.

The Old Mo feigned ignorance and said, "Ah, I've loved red since I was a child."

The girl in Hongyi put on a straw hat and proudly raised her head.

Old Mo chuckled and said with great pride, "You two just wait and see. After I've beaten this old codger, I'll go to the Underworld and restore the cycle of reincarnation!"

The girl in Hongyi said solemnly, "Old Mo, good luck! But I still don't think you can beat the ancestor."

Old Mo laughed loudly and leaped to his feet, "Come, come, you surnamed Ji, let me show you just how high Old Mo boxing skills have become!"

On a distant mountaintop, an old man stood with his hands behind his back. Upon hearing this, he laughed heartily and gave a thumbs-up, "When it comes to swordsmanship, you Great Hero Mo, are the best."

As for boxing techniques?

The old man suddenly gave a thumbs-up, his smile wild and his voice booming, "Everyone in the world is like this before me!"

Witness the battle between the Old Mo and the world's number one fighter rise to an unseen place.

The girl in Hongyi and the girl in white exchanged a glance, but ultimately did not continue fighting, and they went their separate ways.

The girl in Hongyi headed south, adjusting her straw hat with a radiant expression, determined to find the boy the Old Mo had mentioned and defeat him honorably.

Because she is Feng Yanleng.

The girl in white, however, headed north.

She also wanted to find that boy and ask him one question—why would he risk his life to ask the Martial Ancestor when he was about to leave the town alive to make up for three years of struggling to survive?

When everyone had left, only an empty fishing boat drifted leisurely eastward along the river.

The river flows eastward, never ceasing for thousands of years.

But the journey through the martial world is long, and young men and women come and go.

Those who are destined to meet will eventually meet again.

[I originally planned to make this a bonus chapter for monthly pass holders, just to trick everyone out of their monthly passes, but unfortunately it's a few days late, and I guess everyone's out of monthly passes by now, so I'll just post a free bonus chapter instead.]

There will be another chapter later, it's a routine update, but it will probably be a bit late.