Chapter 3, Strange Techniques Reveal Misfortune

Swift Shadow Cut

What is going on

The nights on Mount Wanren are extremely cold, even during the height of summer, a layer of frost still covers the surroundings

As the crowd retraced their steps back to Fen Town, they had not gone far when they heard a "pop" sound, and an object slipped from the chest of the scar-faced man, falling to the ground

One must see the living when alive and the corpse when dead. We will turn this place upside down and search three feet into the ground to find the whereabouts of Young Master Mo. " Steward Le issued the command in a deep voice and rushed forward.

"It's good that nothing is wrong, it's good that nothing is wrong," Uncle Le nodded and said, "The house is in complete disarray, but now that the young master is fine, I can finally feel at ease"

"This is merely something I obtained inadvertently, Deacon Le."

A retainer, with a mournful expression, repeatedly said: "Deacon Le, it cannot be wrong. Before Young Master Mo went missing, he mentioned wanting to overlook the entire view of Fen Town from the northern cliff of Mount Wanren. If he fell from the cliff, it could only be here. However, the northern cliff is over 1,000 meters high and extremely steep. If he fell from there, Young Master Mo would likely..."

"He was ambushed and fell from the northern cliff." Uncle Le's expression darkened, "Young Master Mo, who exactly was behind this ambush? Did you see the assailant clearly?"

In the team, a kind middle-aged man exchanged glances with a scar-faced giant, and they ceased to speak, both hastening towards the base of the northern cliff of Mount Wanren.

In an instant, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and Butler Le's gaze became sharp, "This is Young Master Mo's personal jade pendant, how could it be on you, speak!"

The mountain wind howls, cold as a knife, sweeping over the treetops, scattering frost across the ground

Zhao Yong! Qin Mo was savoring this name

Qin Mo could not help but be astonished, as this had surpassed the capabilities of martial apprentices and martial warriors. It seemed that after the activation of the Battle Saint Body, his body possessed many peculiar traits waiting for him to gradually explore.

"Uncle Le, let us return first; Grandfather must be anxiously waiting." Qin Mo said to Steward Le.

Before the words were finished, he was coldly interrupted by the middle-aged man in a brown robe: "Shut up! If Young Master Mo encounters any mishap, you will accompany him."

The scar-faced man’s expression changed abruptly as he attempted to pick up the gray pouch, but in an instant, the figure before him moved, and the gray pouch had already fallen into Uncle Le's hands

A group of people, holding torches, strides swiftly along the frost-covered path, producing a series of crisp sounds.

The kind middle-aged man did not continue speaking, but the meaning of his words was quite clear; it was possible that Young Master Mo, in a moment of despair, might have jumped off the cliff to end his life.

Young Master Mo! Upon seeing the figure of the young man on the rock, Steward Le's face lit up with joy as he hurried over.

Uncle Le nodded in agreement. Although he found it somewhat strange that the northern cliff of Mount Wanren was several thousand meters high and Qin Mo had fallen from the cliff yet only sustained minor abrasions, as long as Qin Mo was safe and sound, it was a fortunate matter, and there was no need to delve into it further

At this moment, the scene in his mind shifted; through the concept of "hearing as seeing," Qin Mo "saw" a group of people running towards him from a hundred zhang away, holding torches.

Not far away, the crowd that followed also began to laugh, the firelight illuminating their faces, yet there was little genuine joy in their smiles. Among the crowd, upon seeing Qin Mo safe and sound, the expressions of Elder Rong and the scar-faced man became even more unpleasant.

Upon hearing these words, the others in the team nodded silently, inwardly agreeing.

This jade pendant features a circular jade stone with an irregular notch in the center, as if a piece has been forcibly removed. On the other side of the jade stone, the character "墨" is engraved.

Speaking of which, concerned about Qin Mo catching a chill, Uncle Le took off his brown robe and draped it over him

In a previous life, his salvation was the result of Uncle Le's thorough search of the mountains; otherwise, he would likely have died in the cave. Later, when the town of Fen was attacked, Uncle Le sacrificed himself in the sea of flames to cover the retreat of the Qin family members.

What!

It was a cloth pouch, only the size of a palm, gray and unremarkable. However, in the eyes of the crowd, it was an entirely different matter; this was, in fact, a treasure pouch.

"Young Master Mo, what happened to you? Where are you hurt?" Upon examining Qin Mo's condition, it was found that he only had some abrasions, and Uncle Le immediately breathed a sigh of relief

Opening his eyes, Qin Mo saw the team rushing out from the woods

With a crisp sound, the torch emitted a spark, yet none of the onlookers noticed this gust of palm wind, which, like a specter in the darkness, silently sliced into Zhao Yong's chest

Rising to his feet, Qin Mo turned his gaze and fell upon Steward Rong, as if he had just noticed him, and expressed his gratitude, saying: "Steward Rong has also arrived, thank you for your hard work"

Hiss

"This is not your fault. If you had followed me to the North Cliff at that time, you probably wouldn't have been as fortunate as I am; you would have long since fallen off the cliff, leaving no complete corpse." Qin Mo said with a smile as he helped the attendant up.

The gaze swept over each person in the line, suddenly locking onto a scar-faced man.

Among the surrounding crowd, Deacon Rong's expression was grave, seemingly outraged by the matter of Qin Mo being secretly plotted against, while the scar-faced man Zhao Yong displayed a constantly changing demeanor

Qin Mo was somewhat surprised; a martial artist at the ninth rank typically can only hear movements within a distance of fifty zhang. His hearing clearly exceeded this range, comparable to that of a first-rank warrior

It should be almost noon, Qin Mo murmured to himself

Is this the place? The one in the brown robe is a middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and eyes like blades

A middle-aged man, dressed in a brown robe and with a kind expression, sighed: "Standing on the northern cliff to view the entire landscape of the town of Fen is what Young Master Mo enjoys the most. However, in recent years, Young Master Mo has been in a peculiar mood and has shown signs of despondency. If he were to have a moment of despair..."

Zhao Yong's expression changed repeatedly, and just as he was about to explain himself, his face suddenly changed dramatically, and his voice came to an abrupt halt. He saw the opening of the gray treasure pouch loosen, revealing a jade pendant.

The attendants fell silent, their faces pale, no longer daring to speak

Qin Mo nodded slightly, and as he turned around, his left hand waved lightly beneath the wide sleeves of his long robe, inadvertently brushing against the scar-faced man's chest, releasing a silent gust of palm wind.

Deacon Le raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the room like a blade gliding across a throat, rendering everyone speechless.

In his previous life, among the rescue team, Qin Mo only remembered Le and Rong, while the others were guards from the Qin family's outer courtyard, whom he was not familiar with. However, at the age of 18 in his previous life, an incident occurred that left an indelible impression of the scar-faced man on him.

Beside him, the attendant had already fallen to the ground, weeping bitterly and claiming that he had not taken good care of Qin Mo, pleading for punishment

The treasure pouch of the Ancient Mysterious Continent is an extraordinarily magical storage device, classified into four grades from low to high: gray, copper, silver, and gold. Even the lowest grade gray treasure pouch can store items up to one hundred times its own capacity, making it extremely rare and not something an ordinary person can possess

... ...

On the rock, Qin Mo sat cross-legged, the silver moonlight cascading down, draping him in a layer of silvery radiance

"Deacon Le, why must you make things difficult for a subordinate? You are well aware of Qin Mo's temperament; ever since his cultivation stagnated, his disposition has become quite peculiar."

Hearing is akin to seeing

Shasha shasha ... ...

The two middle-aged men at the front of the team are two of the three stewards of the Qin family. Qin Mo is very familiar with them; the one with sharp features is Steward Le, while the one with a kind expression is Steward Rong

"Uncle Le." Qin Mo revealed a sincere smile; Steward Le was the person whom Grandpa Qin Zhengxing trusted the most, and he had regarded him as family since childhood

Uncle Le pinched the pouch and glared at the scar-faced man, coldly saying: "Zhao Yong, you are merely a minor guard from the outer courtyard of the Qin family, how could you possess such a valuable gray treasure pouch?"

The expressions of everyone present changed dramatically, and the attendant was left dumbfounded, his demeanor vacant, even forgetting to cry

Qin Mo shook his head slightly and said, "At that time, the night was dark and the wind was strong, the mountain wind was too fierce, and I did not clearly see the person who plotted against me"

In his previous life, he was rescued during this period. Estimating the time, the Qin family's rescue team should be nearby

This is a peculiar martial art that does not require true energy for cultivation. It is also the only martial art that Qin Mo mastered to the realm of transformation in his previous life. When executed, it is silent and imperceptible, and even an opponent with a significantly higher level of strength may not be able to detect it

A scene suddenly emerged in Qin Mo's mind, where he saw trees swaying in the wind several dozen meters away, their branches and leaves gently trembling.

A pair of eyes gazed over, waiting to discern the objects on the ground, many people exclaimed in surprise, and then immediately revealed a look of greed

"After returning, this matter must be thoroughly investigated to the end," Uncle Le said in a cold voice

Even within the Qin family, only the clan leader, the deputy clan leader, and elder-level figures possess the gray treasure pouch. Qin Mo, as the grandson of the clan leader Qin Zhengxing, does not have a single gray treasure pouch.

As long as Young Master Mo is safe, there is no hardship at all!" Deacon Rong quickly replied

"Uncle Le, you have worked too hard. I am fine, just recovering my strength, still feeling a bit fatigued," Qin Mo replied softly

Close your eyes, your ears slightly move, and the sounds within a hundred zhang become immediately clear, the wind rustles the grass, insects chirp, and beasts leap, these sounds seem to occur right in front of you.