Chapter 004: Winning by Surprise
The Star God Ancient Bell is truly an ancient sacred artifact, embodying the principles of the Heavenly Dao and suppressing all things Another sycophant also came to his senses and murmured to himself
After Han Mo and the others left, Su Han and Uncle Tuo exchanged glances and smiled, both of them smiling rather unkindly
Su Han, calm and composed, unexpectedly pulled out a small bronze bell from his hand.
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In an instant, Su Han's recently restored emotions began to fluctuate again. How many young people are not strong? With a year left until the debate, the old Taoist of Zhuque had already made preparations to move, clearly seeing no glimmer of hope in Su Han, which left him feeling inexplicably ashamed
The small bell features an ancient style, with a seamless body. The surface of the bell is adorned with seven shining stars, and the patterns on the vessel radiate brilliance, exuding a dazzling array of colors
This young girl is one of the only four members of Yan Yang Mountain, the eldest disciple of the old Taoist Zhuque, and the senior sister of Su Han, Fang Ziyao
Who am I? Who exactly am I? Tears glistened in Su Han's eyes, filled with confusion.
Stop, stop, please stop
As the years pass, Yan Yang Mountain holds a place in the hearts of Master Zhuque and Uncle Tuo, akin to a homeland, akin to one's roots. Who would wish to leave their homeland and home in their twilight years
Perhaps it was the intense fluctuations of his emotions that caused Su Han to be unable to sleep soundly. In his dreams, he once again saw that elusive figure that had appeared countless times in his dreams.
The young girl has features as beautiful as a painting, with fair and delicate skin. Although she does not wear any makeup, she is still charming and graceful. Her bright, beautiful eyes resemble a clear spring in the mountains, and a few drops of crystal-clear water hang from the tips of her hair. She appears like a tall and elegant lily, refreshing to the heart and soul.
Su Han felt a deep sense of frustration, as if the Seven Meridians Theory were a mountain, weighing heavily on his heart. After all, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy
Upon reaching the foot of Yan Yang Mountain, Qi Guangcai, clutching his injured right arm, said with resentment: "The little dogs of Yan Yang Mountain are utterly detestable"
"Little brat! Come here!" Uncle Tuo turned around and scolded Su Han, saying: "Master Han, as a guest from afar, you know very well that his cultivation is low. How dare you use the small bell? What if you break him? Hurry up and apologize, otherwise I will give you a good beating."
Uncle Tuo hurriedly descended from the sky, and as soon as he landed, he quickly helped the struggling Han Mo to his feet. With a furrowed brow, he spoke earnestly, "Alas! Nephew Han, I shouted from halfway up the mountain that you must not, under any circumstances, engage. Yet you refused to listen. Su Xiaohua carries a replica of the Star God Ancient Bell, and even before you two exchanged blows, I knew you were in for a great loss!"
Puh! Han Mo had been enduring in agony, but after hearing Uncle Tuo's words, he felt a rush of darkness before his eyes and spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood
These individuals spoke disrespectfully, insulting their master; I truly wish I could suppress them for a hundred years with a small bell
The Seven Veins Discussion is set to commence in just one year, and a year passes in the blink of an eye
"Little Bad, Little Zhong beats people, isn't it quite enjoyable?" Uncle Tuo said in a loud voice: "People like this look down on others, they deserve to be beaten!"
It is easy to leave, but hard to say goodbye. Su Han waved his hand, reluctantly parting.
Ding ! ! !
He has lived on this mountain for a hundred years and has long regarded it as his future place of repose
"Junior brother, what is the matter with you?" Fang Ziyao's face was slightly flushed as she gently stroked the black hair at the back of Su Han's head
"No!" Han Mo gazed at Yan Yang Mountain, his pale face devoid of any color: "Next year will be the Seven Veins Discussion of the Dao. If we suppress him with the Water and Fire Immortal Gourd, things will escalate! According to the rules of the Star God Path, the Seven Veins Discussion of the Dao only compares individual cultivation levels, and the use of magical artifacts is prohibited. With a little patience, when the time comes, Huiyue Mountain will claim victory and retrieve the Star God Ancient Bell. This little dog is merely an ant, easily crushed with a hand!"
But what can he do? The strength of the young disciples from the other branches of the Star God Sect, especially Han Mo from Huiyue Mountain, is evident. Within a year, even if the valley's secret chamber is filled to the brim with spiritual energy, Su Han would have no chance of defeating Han Mo.
As Su Han stepped into the courtyard, he immediately saw that the entire yard was filled with drying clothes, including his own little shorts covered in maps, all washed clean. A slender figure was busily wringing out the last piece of clothing.
Senior Sister... Su Han took a few steps forward, reaching out to embrace the slender waist of the other, his head nestled between her subtly prominent bosom. A unique, gentle fragrance of youth wafted over, and Su Han immediately felt warmth, as if a small boat adrift in the vast ocean had returned to a tranquil harbor
The Ancient Bell of the Star Deity! A discerning sycophant immediately recognized it as the legendary treasure of the Star Deity Sect, the Ancient Bell of the Star Deity
One cannot escape the consequences of their own misdeeds; it is inevitable that our Senior Brother Han must step in to teach you, the shameless cheat, a lesson
A group of sycophants at Huiyue Mountain were chattering incessantly when suddenly a muffled sound erupted. A vast golden hand vanished in an instant, and Han Mo and Tushubang were sent flying seven or eight zhang away, unable to stop. They rolled several times before awkwardly landing on the ground, their faces pale. One arm hung limply, clearly having suffered a significant setback.
"Senior sister, you are washing my clothes again." Su Han forced a smile
Late! Han Mo snorted coldly, accelerating the slap of his palm as if he intended to bring down the mountain along with it
You, as always, refuse to change no matter what is said. Fang Ziyao shook her head: "There is a pile of dirty clothes, the room is in complete disarray, and you run off every day without a trace. I have no choice but to tidy up the house and do the laundry for you. If you are messy again next time, be careful that I will spank you"
The figure is a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old. Upon hearing the sound of the courtyard gate, she turned around and smiled sweetly, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth: "Junior brother, you have returned."
Puh! Han Mo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood again, wiping the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth: "The Ancient Star God Bell is indeed extraordinary; even if it is a replica, it is not something we can contend with"
"It's nothing." Su Han looked up and smiled, his eyes as clear as spring water
The master said, within this year and a half, we will be moving out of Yan Yang Mountain. Your belongings are numerous and disorganized; it would be best to air them out early and tidy them up, so that we can move directly when the time comes
"Well said, well said." Su Han put away the bronze bell and said with a smile, "I thought your eyes had grown on top of your head, and that you were about to become a saint or an immortal. I didn't expect that you only have the cultivation of the Double Dragon Mirror. My apologies for being too heavy-handed..."
Ah! Su Han suddenly woke up from his dream, reaching out to wipe away a layer of cold sweat from his forehead. He let out a long sigh and fell back heavily.
Senior Brother Han's cultivation in the Ten Dragons Realm will crush you, this little turtle from Flame Sun Mountain
"Yan Yang Mountain, am I really going to lose it in my hands..." Su Han's heart was filled with sorrow: "I cannot defeat Han Mo..."
Today, in a contest, Su Han had the upper hand, yet there was not a trace of joy in his heart as he returned absent-mindedly to his small courtyard
Brother Han! Go find the Master to borrow the Water and Fire Immortal Gourd, and completely suppress the little dog of Yan Yang Mountain
Fang Ziyao had a gentle disposition. Being held by Su Han, she did not feel that it was a form of desecration, for in her eyes, the junior disciple was still the mischievous child that Master had brought back to the mountain gate six years ago
At that moment, the hunchbacked uncle descended from the peak and happened to see Su Han completely enveloped by Han Mo's pale golden hand. He quickly called out from a distance to stop: "Hold on! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"
One hundred years ago, the old Daoist of Zhuque dominated the Seven Veins and claimed the top position, a moment of great splendor. This was also the greatest honor of the old Daoist of Zhuque's life
What kind of faction is your Huiyue Mountain! Seven veins of the same ancestry, you bastard, just because of a little conflict, you want to kill me with a single palm!" Su Han raised the small bell and gently struck its body, the melodious and clear sound of the bell resonating like a heavenly melody, rippling in layers.
After a long time, Su Han's emotions finally calmed down a bit. He gently released Fang Ziyao and, with a glance, noticed that there were several large boxes in the small courtyard, filled with various trinkets that he had brought back over the years with Uncle Tuo from the Star God Mountains.
He lay restlessly on his solitary pillow, his heart in turmoil, troubled by the matter of the Seven Veins' discourse, which left Su Han in a state of unease, and it was not until more than an hour had passed that he finally fell into a fitful sleep
"Just give them a bit of a hard time and that will suffice." Uncle Tuo reined in his smile and let out a slight sigh: "Han Mo from Huiyue Mountain has already reached the Double Dragon Minor Realm of the Ten Dragon Realm, standing out among the young disciples of the Seven Veins. If Huiyue Mountain truly claims the top position in the discourse a year from now, I fear..."
Su Han's mind was in a state of chaos, and after hastily eating a few bites of lunch, everyone returned to their rooms to take a short rest
We... we should go! Han Mo felt that if he stayed a moment longer, he would surely be driven to his death by these two disciples. He forced himself to stand upright and, with the support of several fellow disciples, staggered away from the mountain gate.
Little rascal, there is no need to overthink it. Whether one's cultivation is high or low is not a significant matter. Neither my senior brother nor I will hold anything against you, so why must you wear a worried expression? This wretched place has been home for decades, and I am utterly tired of it. I can't wait to move to a fresh new location.
Uncle Tuo comforted Su Han nonchalantly, yet Su Han clearly perceived a hint of concealed disappointment in his gaze
"I went to the peak with the master early this morning. Are you hungry? I will prepare something delicious for you," Fang Ziyao gently pushed Su Han. However, Su Han's head felt as heavy as eighteen thousand pounds, refusing to get up from her chest. Fang Ziyao, feeling helpless, had a slight blush on her face.
Ah! What... what is going on here! The sycophants were instantly dumbfounded
Upon hearing Uncle Tuo's words, Su Han felt a bit uneasy. Today, he had only managed to defeat Han Mo by relying on the bronze bell. In terms of true cultivation level, he was a whole major realm apart from Han Mo. Not to mention Su Han, who cultivated slowly, even a talented young cultivator would find it impossible to advance a major realm within a year.
Senior sister, what are all these things taken out for