114: Souvenirs! Reborn!

Soul Heavenly Emperor?

Mo Yun Ghost Emperor had never heard of this name before, but to use ‘Emperor’ as his title, his tone was a bit too arrogant.

However, to achieve the Emperor rank,

strength and arrogance are often directly proportional.

Otherwise, he would have been killed halfway!

“Since your master is the Soul Heavenly Emperor, then the matter of assaulting my Ghost Hall members will be dropped. I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t stay any longer.”

With that, Mo Yun Ghost Emperor tore open space again and vanished before the two of them.

Beside him, Ning Haocheng, who was preparing for a desperate fight, was somewhat confused about what this Mo Yun Ghost Emperor was up to.

“The direction he’s heading seems to be… the Lin family!”

“Shh!” Chu Mo made a shushing gesture and then gestured for Ning Haocheng to leave.

Ning Haocheng understood.

The next second, the two turned into a white light and disappeared from this world.

And ten seconds after they left,

Mo Yun Ghost Emperor’s figure reappeared here.

“Such a method is extraordinary. I couldn’t detect any spatial fluctuations at all, as if… they were drawn out of thin air…”

His idea of finding clues from the two of them was shattered, and he couldn’t help but look at Protector Qiu.

He raised his right hand, condensing a fire whip.

“Crack!”

Pain from the depths of his Soul swept through his entire body. Protector Qiu, who had fainted on the ground, sat up with a grimace.

What he saw was not the two Elders, but a strange middle-aged man.

“Who are you…?”

The subsequent words, ‘Where did the two Elders go?’, had not yet been asked when the other party interrupted him.

“How much do you know about that reclusive Martial God Disciple who just tormented you?”

Mo Yun Ghost Emperor’s voice was very calm.

However, it dealt Protector Qiu a heavy blow. He could clearly feel his Soul trembling.

This person in front of him was a Martial God!

And the words he spoke were incredibly shocking!

Reclusive Martial God?!

Holy crap!

What major events happened during the time I was unconscious? What did I miss?

Seeing Protector Qiu’s somewhat dazed expression, Mo Yun Ghost Emperor raised his hand with some displeasure and whipped him again.

Hiss!

The pain from the depths of his Soul made Protector Qiu unbearable, making him wish he could bang his head on the ground.

“Speak.”

A simple word sent a chill down Protector Qiu’s spine as he twisted on the ground like a maggot.

This word contained killing intent. If he continued like this, he really might be casually killed.

Protector Qiu endured the severe pain in his Soul and replied, “The ones who tormented me were two Elders from our Ghost Hall. As for that reclusive Martial God, I really don’t know!”

“Elders? Would my Ghost Hall Elders come to such a remote place?” Mo Yun Ghost Emperor was clearly not very satisfied with this answer.

“They might be here to find the Medicine Venerable’s Soul.”

Protector Qiu recalled Chu Mo taking away the alchemist Soul he had captured, and the task he had given him to collect alchemist Souls, and quickly replied.

“The two Elders might be lacking high-quality Souls recently. They also instructed me to catch more alchemist Souls. Next time, next time they come to collect, if I can’t produce a satisfactory quantity, I will be killed by them.”

Mo Yun Ghost Emperor didn’t care about the latter part of the conversation, but he was very concerned about the former.

“Where is the Medicine Venerable’s Soul?”

“Ah?” Protector Qiu was stunned.

“Crack!”

Another whip came down.

“Speak!”

“I heard from the Wind and Cloud Sect Sect Master that the Medicine Venerable’s Soul body is… in the Lin family of Mo Tie City, west of the Yun Ling Empire!”

Protector Qiu trembled with pain, revealing the clue to the Medicine Venerable’s Soul location.

Although he hadn’t personally verified it, the general location should be correct.

Mo Yun Ghost Emperor tore open space and left. He wanted to quickly kill the young man named Lin who possessed the Medicine Venerable’s Soul body.

Otherwise, he would suffer greatly in the future!

Protector Qiu, left behind in the Wind and Cloud Sect’s back mountain, truly felt like crying but had no tears. He looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, letting out a mournful cry.

“Today is truly the darkest day of my life! What kind of things have I experienced?”

…

As soon as Chu Mo returned to the Pill Pavilion, he received warm greetings from the Chat Group members.

[Qi Xuan: @Chu Mo, Brother, are you still alive? Brother? Please reply! It’s been half an hour! I’m so anxious!]

[Li Tian Ce: Martial God, is he very strong? As strong as the Gods in Ning Ge’s world?]

[Gao Yao: I remember Chu Ge saying that the sword talisman could only be used three times. After three times, he could only rely on other equipment to suppress, and it would likely be difficult to achieve such a battle record again.]

[Lin Yan: Oh, ho! The missing person has returned, how rare! Old Gao, if you hadn’t appeared here this time, I would have gone to your world to find you to see if something had happened to you!]

[Gao Yao: Not an accident! I’ve just been chasing Yi Xiaochuan, that guy is really hard to kill. I’ve chased him all the way from Asia to Europe, and he’s still not dead! But, it’s almost over! Our Great Qin’s iron cavalry has already set foot in Europe and will soon conquer all of Europe!]

[Qi Xuan: Gao Yao is here! Another continent is about to fall!]

[Li Tian Ce: My goodness, a ‘Gao’ fan!]

The Chat Group members were still the same.

Each one was a comedian.

However, what surprised him was that Gao Yao, whom he had deemed a ‘missing person’, was actually online.

If the System hadn’t issued a distress signal, he would have gone to see if Gao Yao had been counter-killed by Yi Xiaochuan.

Now that he saw it, he was still alive!

The progress was also very fast; soon, they would achieve global unification of writing, vehicles, currency, and weights and measures.

Thinking that all of this was done by himself and others, Chu Mo felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

[Chu Mo: @Ning Haocheng, Old Ning, have you returned? If you’re back, make a sound, otherwise, it will be uniformly assumed that you were hammered halfway!]

[Ning Haocheng: *peeks head out*.jpg]

[Ning Haocheng: I’m not dead yet, I’m back safe and sound. But there’s one thing I still don’t understand, why didn’t we make a move and kill that Mo Yun Ghost Emperor?]

[Chu Mo: The Eight Desolations Continent is a magical continent. Have you forgotten the turmoil we caused in the Central Continent? Martial Saints are as numerous as cattle! Of course, Mo Yun Ghost Emperor is not the only Martial God. If we went to war with him, it’s not guaranteed that other Martial Gods wouldn’t come and take advantage of the situation, like the ‘snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits’.]

[Ning Haocheng: That’s true! If we fought him, under full power, although we could kill him, the commotion caused would definitely not be small. It might really attract countless old schemers!]

[Lin Yan: Eight Desolations Continent, are there really that many Martial Gods? Why have I only heard legends?]

Chu Mo smiled and shook his head.

Too small!

The scope was too small!

There weren’t just many Martial Gods on the Eight Desolations Continent; there were also many Rebirth individuals. From a simple conversation with Mo Yun Ghost Emperor, he could tell that the other party was also a Rebirth individual.

Otherwise, a Martial God, unless he was bored, would only go to a remote Empire like the Yun Ling Empire in the Western Desert.