Chương 61: The Inheritance of the Devil Bo

BOOM! Suddenly, the surface of the water exploded again, and a red sphere the size of a human head flew out of it.' Oh, wait, is that actually a head?' Looking closer, An realized it was a brightly glowing red skull with black stripes, strongly resembling tattoos. The moment the skull burst out of the water, two silhouettes immediately shot out after it. Standing on sword-shaped flying artifacts, they clashed, each blocking the other from reaching the skull in an attepmt to claim it first.' Heh...

Their friendship sure didn't last long.' Thinking with a smirk on his face, he watched the two fight each other, both doing everything to claim the treasure for themselves. …." Ha!"

"Forgive me, Brother Mo, but this treasure was made for me! Charm of the Hands! First Form!" Standing on his flying artifact, Shepor Dunt slashed with his short sword and activated his technique, aiming it straight at his opponent's heart." Shield of Life!" Seeing the energy gathering at the tip of the sword right before him, Mo Fan only had time to activate his shield technique in front of himself." Hmph!" Withstanding the impact, the shield cracked, and he was pushed back slightly."

Haha, Brother Mo, you're still too young for this opportunity! Haha!" Seeing victory in his grasp, Dunt relaxed and lowered his guard, not expecting anything extraordinary from a seventh-layer cultivator when he himself was at the ninth." Eternal Darkness! Second Form!" Waiting for this moment, when Dunt made a mistake and let his guard down, Mo Fan immediately switched to the attack.

"Damn it!" Realizing he had made a foolish move, Dunt was about to activate his defense technique, when everything around lost its light. Darkness enveloped him from all sides. The sun, the lake, the skull, the barrier, everything around him disappeared. Only the feeling of danger grew stronger and stronger." Casket of the Miracle Worker!"

Sensing the danger, specifically how thousands of blades surrounded him from all sides, he activated his strongest defense without hesitation, even though it consumed too much Qi." Ah!" Like a dam breaking, waves of blades enveloped him from all sides, tossing him around, trying to cut through his golden membrane." Agh! Ancestor's Strike from the Heavens!"

Realizing he wouldn't last under such a barrage of energy, Dunt raised his sword above his head and activating the technique, directed a huge amount of his Qi into the blade, and with a cry, threw it. In an instant, the sword rose into the air and began to split into hundreds of identical blades, thousands, tens of thousands. Seeing that the first phase was complete, Dunt waved his hand, and simultaneously directed more Qi into his defense." HA!" The swords simultaneously began to fall around Dunt.

The moment the blades touched the waves of darkness, they detonated, destroying the surrounding Qi, nullifying Mo Fan's technique and returning light to the surroundings." Noble Lunge!" Having weathered the waves of detonations, Shepor Dunt grabbed the hilt of his sword, and without wasting time, immediately attacked. He threw his sword forward again, and the technique carried the blade at tremendous speed toward Mo Fan, concentrating enormous energy at the tip of the blade.

Dunt immediately followed his sword, pulling several black spheres from his sleeves, which emitted sounds like squelching." Phoenix Lunge!" Seeing the sword hurtling toward him, Mo Fan realized that his defense wouldn't withstand the energy concentrated on the tip of that blade. Having accepted the only correct decision, as it seemed to him, he decided to attack head-on, trying to deflect the sword and change its trajectory." HM!"

Preparing himself, Mo Fan swung his sword at the moment when Dunt's blade was less than two meters away from him." HA!" Having correctly timed the moment, he managed to deflect and change the sword's trajectory, but the enormous energy from the collision of the two blades passed through his sword straight into his arm. Pulling his wounded arm to the side, Mo Fan spat out blood from the Qi raging inside him. Whoosh!

Immediately, he saw out of the corner of his eye how Dunt had managed to approach him again, even after his attack had been interrupted, hiding behind the wave of Qi from his sword, he had gotten as close to Mo Fan as possible, and was preparing to throw something at him." Agh! Phoenix Strike! Second Form!" Overloading his dantian and body, Mo Fan activated, despite his depleted state, the palm technique.

Spitting blood, he suddenly looked at Dunt's face, which had changed from triumphant to panicked, when he saw how the palm had appeared within centimeters of his chest in an instant.

"DAMN IT!" Placing his palm against his chest, the technique activated, and the accumulated Qi in the center of the palm detonated, directing most of the energy into Dunt's chest." Agh! AH!" Even though his defense was still active, against such a powerful technique, his defense shattered like paper, exposing his chest to all the energy erupting from the palm. The blast wave threw Dunt straight into the upper part of the dome.

Smushed at tremendous speed right into the energy barrier, he immediately lost consciousness from the impact and the heavy expenditure of his Qi, and like a stone, began to fall to the ground." Ptoo!" Barely staying on his flying sword and continuing to spit blood, Mo Fan, without even looking at his falling friend, raised his head upward, not taking his eyes off his target, he began to move toward the red skull hovering in the air.

At the end of his strength, he flew up and, with burning eyes, without any hesitation, reached out his hand to the skull.

"It's mine! A-ah!" The moment he touched the skull, the same tattoos as on the skull began to rapidly spread across his entire body. Holding onto it, his flying sword fell, and he remained in place thanks to the object itself. Screaming in pain, he tried not to lose consciousness, and did everything to let go of this item, having already regretted it many times over. ….' Hmm, who would have thought... It's a trap. Idiots, as if they couldn't figure that out immediately...'

Lying on the tree, mangled and broken as he watched the center of the dome, An could clearly see what this skull roughly was.' Will he save himself, or will his system come to his aid, or someone else?' Seeing how, through the Qi flows invading Mo Fan's body, something alive was also being transferred, he guessed that this was possibly a partial soul or something like that. He could understand this, even though he was seeing it for the first time, from the flows themselves, specifically from their oddities.

These energy flows could create new ones within themselves, constantly transmitting different information between each other, as if the flow itself had consciousness and intelligence.' Oh! And here comes the help.' An looked at the lake, sensing a strong chaotic Qi rapidly rising from the bottom. …. Immediately, a sphere slightly smaller than the skull flew out of the water. Tearing through the lake's surface, it headed straight for Mo Fan.

All this time, Mo Fan had been resisting something inside that skull, and he did not see or even sense the sphere flying at his back at tremendous speed. Touching him, the sphere passed through his body without slowing down, disappearing in the area of his head. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. The moment it entered his head, the conscious flows became very chaotic, and Mo Fan's face relaxed as he closed his eyes.

After some time of calm, the red skull stopped sending chaotic mental energy, and began to slowly, uncertainly, float closer to Mo Fan. And the moment it made contact with his body, it began to sink into his chest. When the red skull completely disappeared, Mo Fan, still hovering in the air, sat in a lotus position and began to meditate. The tattoos covering his body began to change color from black to white, and from white to all the elemental colors.

A moment later, they began to change shape, thinning out as they formed a strange pattern. Looking at the pattern these tattoos were trying to show, An understood that they were forming a circulatory system, completely replicating all the veins in the human body. Finally finishing the formation of the shape, this now huge tattoo began to penetrate through the skin into the body, enveloping and absorbing all the veins in Mo Fan's body.

The moment the modification started, his body turned red and started shaking violently." Agh! A! Aaa!" Mo Fan began to scream in pain, his body convulsing violently. Due to losing concentration and allowing the pain to take over, the process of modifying his body slowed down greatly, bringing even more pain and suffering. Only after a few moments Mo Fan suddenly stopped screaming, and his body completely relaxed as if there had been no pain at all. ….' Hmm? Can his system cut off his nerve endings?'

Watching the process, An realized that the very flows emanating from Mo Fan's body had not changed, meaning he couldn't have suddenly stopped feeling pain. If he had used a technique to eliminate pain, his Qi would have changed, and he would have been able to see it. But here, nothing, no changes.' Hmm… and he doesn't think this could become a problem in the future, if he constantly relies on his system? What if this system has a true owner? Or a hidden consciousness? Or...'

Lying on the branches and closely observing the process of change, An got carried away and began to go through dozens of scenarios of what could happen to a system, and the consequences of that.' Oh! The modification process is complete? Hmm... But his heart and other organs haven't changed, only his blood and veins?'

Trying to read as much information from the Qi as possible but receiving only small crumbs, he could only understand the visual changes in Mo Fan's body, but what exactly and how it had affected his body, he couldn't read.' It feels like he's partially protected by the system, or this is some kind of ancient, long-lost stealth technique... Even knowing he has a system, I can't read any information from his Qi that would indicate this system... I guess that's a good thing.

If I could suddenly sense it, wouldn't that break this world? Heh!' he shook his head and decided not to get carried away digging into the information from the energy, choosing instead to merely observe and avoid causing any problems. Who knows what would happen if he read something wrong, and this system turned out to have some kind of transcendent security. …. Having completed the process of modifying his body, Mo Fan suddenly began to fall into the water.

Hearing the sound of wind, and realizing what was happening around him, he opened his eyes and, directing his hand toward the water, from which a flying sword artifact immediately burst, appearing beneath his feet. Standing above the surface of the water, he clenched his fists, testing his newfound strength and nodding with a smile after each test. After some time, having satisfied his curiosity, he turned toward the shore where they had entered the water earlier.

There, he saw Shepor Dunt coming to his senses and opening his slightly dazed eyes. Next to him, completely wet, sat Mi Mili, with her legs tucked under herself, watching Mo Fan with wide eyes and a broad smile as he hovered on his sword in the center of the lake. …. Exhaling, Mo Fan flew toward the shore. Jumping off his flying sword, he walked toward Shepor Dunt, and they began talking about something, nodding their heads from time to time. In the end, they shook hands with smiles on their faces.

At this moment, An lost any interest in them, and was even bored eavesdropping on their conversations. Turning his head upward, through the leaves, he saw the dome beginning to crack, and the barrier breaking apart into red energy dust.' That was clearly a demonic head, possibly once belonging to a great cultivator… And this dome had identical energy, only many times denser and more terrifying than in the skull.''

I'm somehow one hundred percent sure that inside that skull is an inheritance, and now he'll cultivate all those techniques that were passed on to him.'' So, the reason for the real war between the Righteous and the Demonic is Mo Fan himself, and the inheritance he received here... Or am I overthinking things?' An frowned, and several wounds split open again.' Fuck... Because of their stupidity, they've now created so many problems, which put me in danger too…''

On some mission, he'll encounter a cultivator or cultivators who will recognize his new techniques or sense the familiar energy, and it will begin... Eh... I need to get the Alchemy Master status as quickly as possible, so I don't die in this coming war...' Lying on the tree, he continued silently grumbling, mostly distracting himself from the terrible pain throughout his body.

Closing his eyes, he placed his hands over his wounds, trying to distance himself from the pain.' The only plus of this mission is that I now have a huge amount of second-rank plants. One way or another, I should have enough to prepare at least one successful pill. The only problem is my cultivation, I'm too weak to prepare second-rank pills...' An understood that due to low cultivation, there would be excessive expenditure of both resources and energy.

After today's events, he had abandoned his old plan of waiting for a breakthrough to Foundation Establishment before refining second-rank pills. Perfectly understanding that perhaps the count of more or less peaceful days was already coming to an end.' First, I'll break through to the ninth layer, and only after that, I'll move on to refining second-rank pills. I'll also need to come up with something simple for the first recipe, with a minimum of ingredients and less conflicting energies...'

Lying down and slowly recovering, he began to outline his plan of action for the near future." Hmm?" He removed his hands from his face and, opening his eyes, looked at the sky, at a specific point.' There's someone there... Did they rush here after realizing something was wrong from the dome? Or because of the energy emanating from Mo Fan?' Looking at that point in the sky, he could feel the energy emanating from it, understanding that it was a cultivator.

Thinking, he turned back to the trio, who were sitting and resting on the shore. Looking at them, he could feel this demonic energy, mixed with Mo Fan's Qi, which gave An a feeling of disgust, for reasons he himself didn't fully understand. Suddenly, he felt a gaze on himself, coming from that point in the sky. Immediately, An closed his eyes, trying not to show that he felt this intense gaze on himself.

To his surprise, he still felt that strange calmness that did not even allow him to consider panicking, but he still felt uneasy, as if this gaze was trying to drill a hole in him. …." Hmm, single-element cultivators are truly unique... They were right…" Standing in the sky, a figure enveloped in white light examined An with interest.

"You mean the one trying to hide his healing process?" A second figure, enveloped in red light, with a rough and sharp voice, threw a glance at the broken body soaked in blood, lying on the branches of the tree." Ha! The only thing he didn't account for, even Foundation Establishment dogs with the injuries he crawled out of the dirt with after being ground by the barrier, don't survive." The first figure, constantly moving his fingers, continued to look at An.

"You want to?" The second turned to him.

"No... Even though he overcame the mental barrier of his childhood, he lacks the making of a true disciple for our Sect... His loyalty does not belong to our Sect. Look here." Snapping his fingers, before him materialized a white sphere with dark fog inside. Waving his hand, the sphere flew to the second." Ho, twice convicted for offenses in which he was not the instigator... Most of his time in the Sect was spent in the dungeon... No social circle whatsoever...

Character traits: loner, distrustful, displays of cruelty, lack of visible compassion... Haha! So it was him who wiped out the Li Clan heirs. And even the Yan heiress fell by his hands… A little bloodthirsty killer… Hahaha!" The second silhouette continued to extract information from the sphere." Heh, and he got a spot in this trial thanks to that disgusting cockroach, who still thinks he hasn't been forgotten up there?"

"... Ha, judging by the observation results of this trial, this little bug is clearly spitting with rage right now, realizing that his latest vile plan has failed. Haha!" The red silhouette couldn't hold back his laughter, reading through all the information. Only the laughter was mixed with cold, from which bones could crack." Hmm, seriously though, he could become a future problem. Should we nip it in the bud..." Wiping the smile from his face, the second turned to the first and drew his finger across his throat.

"No. The Main Council delivered its verdict the moment this boy's spiritual roots became apparent… Even the Sect Leader himself was tasked with watching over and cleaning up after this… Until they finally arrive…" The first, shaking his head from side to side, extended his hand toward the sphere and took it back into his ring. Hearing about ' them', who would soon arrive, the red silhouette fell silent and calmed down.

"What about the boy Mo Fan and his company?" The second threw a glance at the trio on the shore.

"Mo Fan will officially become a core disciple after completing this trial, and will be allowed to compete for the status of Sect Seed. As for the Ridegold's clan daughter, with her status, more precisely her father's, she could sit on my neck and ride me like a horse, and I would gladly obey… Besides, her clan contacted us even before the girl crossed the Sect's gates.

As for the Shepor clan heir, he will be given the opportunity to undergo the core disciple trial, like many who distinguished themselves in this mission." The first, enveloped in white light, averted his gaze from An and looked toward the trio.

"Without a trial? Immediately a core disciple? Won't that cause concern in the Main Council of Elders?" Frowning, the second couldn't help but ask.

"This decision comes from Gu Bai himself. The boy possesses all the qualities for the Sect to throw resources at him and cultivate him with everything possible. He also managed to tame the inheritance of the Devil Bo. Once the Demonic Sects learn of this, the reasons for conflict will be sufficient and justified for starting a war, and those above will only be glad to hear the news! And this time, no one will be able to object to this inevitable war!"

Towards the end, as he began talking about war, his smile grew larger and larger.

"It's about time! We have fewer and fewer resources to sustain ourselves. War will help us restore our reserves, and of course, weed out the unnecessary burden of disciples who are only good as meat shields. Haha!" Hearing about war, the red silhouette's blood began to boil. Just the thought of new resources for his further cultivation had not let him rest for a long time. And the main reason, to prove himself before those above, who would soon arrive.

"And it's all within the founders' rules..." The figure in white light nodded with a smirk, fully supporting his companion.