Chapter 670
The fate of the Mo Zu and the Xian Sword was the last thing Zheng Fa was concerned about; he didn’t even think about his own survival.
"You stab at the Mo Zu with your words, each one piercing his heart. After you finish your video call, you just run off—where am I supposed to go?"
Zheng Fa met the cold gaze of the Mo Zu without fear.
The Mo Zu still wanted to borrow his server… it couldn’t be for free, could it?
“... So, how do you want to refine it?”
...
Two months later, Zheng Fa held a Xian Sword in his hands.
From the outside, this Xian Sword looked no different from the one at Huo Shen Mountain.
Even the refining technique, taught by the Jiu You Mo Zu, bore some resemblance to the style of the Tian He Patriarch from years past.
When the spirit of the Xian Sword arrived, it had to recognize a little brother of different parents.
Only the spiritual energy circuits were different; the upper part came from the techniques of Hao Ri Mountain, while the lower part was from the Tian He Sect. At first glance, it was a mix of two styles, clashing with each other—this was intentional on Zheng Fa's part. They weren’t trying to replicate the current Xian Sword, but rather the one that had been destroyed by the Heavenly and Earthly Divine Array, so it couldn’t look exactly the same; they had to create a false accident scene.
Looking at the contrasting patterns on the sword, Senior Sister Zhang was a bit puzzled. “Junior Brother, how did you come up with this method?”
Hmm… inspiration from a foreign friend.
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 470: Not Quite the Same, Chaos in Tian He**
The Jiu You Mo Zu held up the Tong Jian, the images within it focused on the freshly forged Xian Sword.
His expression was wistful, as if recalling something, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Yuan Zhangmen stood behind him, leaning in to look at the Xian Sword, exclaiming in wonder, “You really made it? Aside from those messy symbols, I can’t see any difference at all.”
He was quite familiar with the Xian Sword.
Although the real Xian Sword was still at Hao Ri Mountain, there was a Patriarch of the Xian lineage in the Sword Pavilion, who usually existed in the form of the Xian Sword.
“Materials, techniques, style…” The Jiu You Mo Zu shot him a glance, seeming to find him a bit annoying, but he nodded in agreement. “Even if Tian He came, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell the real from the fake.”
Yuan Zhangmen was quite pleased. “If Zheng Fa really uses this fake to swap for the real Xian Sword, it would be a big help for us.”
The Jiu You Mo Zu wasn’t afraid of the Xian Sword.
But he was afraid!
Thus, he was very enthusiastic about Zheng Fa’s imitation of the Xian Sword, even sending over many records from the Tian He Sect all at once.
Now, seeing the counterfeit Xian Sword completed, he felt a sense of pride.
“What are you smiling about?” The Jiu You Mo Zu shot him a glance. “The Xian Sword originally belongs to the Tian He Sect, and now it’s been replicated by the Jiu Shan Sect. Are you really that happy?”
“…”
“Can you make one?”
“…”
“You, as the Zhangmen of the Tian He Sect, can actually smile?”
“…”
Yuan Zhangmen looked at the Mo Zu’s dark expression, thinking it was absurd. You’re about to tear down the Tian He Sect, and yet you have such expectations of me?
But he had no way to refute it—technically, this man might still be one of the founders of the Tian He Sect, an absolute ancestor. He had a point when he chastised the descendants of the Tian He Sect.
Suddenly, Yuan Zhangmen had a flash of inspiration and remembered the Xian Patriarch in the Sword Pavilion. He said, “We also have a fake Xian Sword in the Tian He Sect…”
Under the cold gaze of the Jiu You Mo Zu, his voice grew softer, until it was barely a whisper. “We’re really not quite the same, huh…”
Zheng Fa listened to Yuan Zhangmen’s way of speaking, feeling a sense of familiarity. Upon reflection, this annoying way of talking was strikingly similar to Yan Wushuang’s.
Just as he was amused, he heard the Jiu You Mo Zu say to him, “Soon, the Tian He Sect will undergo great changes. Are you prepared?”
Zheng Fa suppressed his smile and nodded in silence.
Speaking of which, he had collaborated with the Jiu You Mo Zu once before, and now, without realizing it, they found themselves on the same side again because of Hao Ri Mountain.
Although he still had some doubts about the Jiu You Mo Zu, to be honest, he was firmly on the Mo Zu’s side and hoped the other party could be a bit more forceful—preferably to the point of destroying Hao Ri Mountain.
The Jiu You Mo Zu’s face showed no emotion, just staring at Zheng Fa, as if contemplating something.
“I’ll have someone send you a Jiu You talisman.”
“Hmm?”
Zheng Fa’s eyes widened in surprise; he hadn’t expected such a pleasant surprise.
“I can’t focus on you for now.” The Jiu You Mo Zu’s voice was calm, but to Zheng Fa, it felt like a warm spring breeze, bringing comfort to his heart. “Just don’t die.”
... To be honest, at that moment, Zheng Fa felt a bit ashamed, realizing he shouldn’t have been so harsh with the Mo Zu before.
As he watched the Mo Zu’s face fade from the Tong Jian, he turned to see Senior Sister Zhang frowning at him. “Why is the Mo Zu being so generous?”
Zheng Fa had figured it out. “He must place great importance on the Tong Jian.”
Unless he truly was the reincarnation of the Tian He Patriarch, there was no way he could be so universally loved. After thinking it over, only the Tong Jian could make the Mo Zu keep betting.
“The Tong Jian?” Although Senior Sister Zhang didn’t fully understand what the Mo Zu wanted with it, her expression relaxed a bit as she nodded gently. “Since the Mo Zu has a purpose, that’s somewhat reassuring.”
Indeed, otherwise, holding onto this Jiu You talisman would be like holding a hot potato for Zheng Fa.
“With this, the last flaw in my ‘Tian Gang Di Sha Bian’ can almost be considered gone.”
The ‘Tian Gang Di Sha Bian’ was not infallible—its only weakness lay in the soul.
It was fine against ordinary transformation-level cultivators, but when facing those above the transformation level, he had always lacked confidence. If the opponent had any soul secret techniques, his identity as Li Hao would be immediately exposed.
But with the Jiu You talisman, it was different.
Zheng Fa still vividly remembered how the Jiu You Mo Zu had once played the Da Zai Zai Mo Zu like a puppet…
From this, it could be seen that the Jiu You talisman had no flaws when facing Dao Fruit cultivators of the same level as the Da Zai Zai Mo Zu.
After all, the Da Zai Zai Mo Zu was also an expert in manipulating souls.
...
The one delivering the Jiu You talisman was also an old acquaintance—Qin Mu, the You Ming Xian.
“Zheng Zhangmen.” Qin Mu wasted no time, directly handing a black talisman to Zheng Fa, explaining, “Zheng Zhangmen, by connecting your soul to the talisman and incorporating it into your sea of consciousness, this talisman can alter your soul’s aura, making it indistinguishable from reality.”
Zheng Fa held the Jiu You talisman, his eyes showing a hint of joy, but his heart was still filled with doubts:
How did the Jiu You Mo Zu know this would be useful for him?
Was the intelligence that accurate?
Did he have a mole in the Jiu Shan Realm?
At that moment, Qin Mu spoke again. “But for the Sheng Zu, this is merely a small trick. The Jiu You talisman has even greater wonders.”
“Hmm?”
“Are you not curious how I died and came back to life in that great array?”
“Died and came back to life?”
Zheng Fa’s eyes widened in shock as he suddenly looked down at the Jiu You talisman in his hand, his heart racing.
“Fate concealment, determining life and death.” Even though the Jiu You Mo Zu wasn’t present, there was a hint of fervent reverence in Qin Mu’s tone. “The Sheng Zu’s divine powers are truly awe-inspiring.”
Zheng Fa watched as Qin Mu departed, then looked at the Jiu You talisman, feeling somewhat relieved:
It seemed the Jiu You Mo Zu didn’t know the details of the ‘Tian Gang Di Sha Bian’; sending the Jiu You talisman was just as he said—he was afraid Zheng Fa would waste his life.
Unexpectedly, the Jiu You Mo Zu was a professional at playing with life.
What Mu Qingyan had said about the Jiu You Mo Zu’s power being called the Underworld seemed to align with the effects of this Jiu You talisman.
Holding the Jiu You talisman, Zheng Fa felt one word in his heart—steady!
The Jiu You Mo Zu was quite generous; he really did give good treasures.
Yuan Zhangmen didn’t feel the same way.
He looked at the Mo Zu, hesitating, his eyes flickering. “Mo Zu, you bestow a talisman to Zheng Fa because…”
The Jiu You Mo Zu turned to glance at him, his expression unreadable. “Didn’t I say? I’m afraid he’ll die. Right now, I have few helpers in Xuan Wei, and he’s one of the most important. I’m stretched thin…”
Hearing this, Yuan Zhangmen quickly interjected, “I’m also your helper, Mo Zu…”
The Jiu You Mo Zu remained silent, just watching him. Yuan Zhangmen, feeling the weight of the silence, continued to speak:
“Mo Zu, you see this Jiu You talisman…”
Yuan Zhangmen looked at the Jiu You Mo Zu with anticipation, knowing that his situation was tenfold more dangerous than Zheng Fa’s.
He understood the function of the Jiu You talisman tenfold better than Zheng Fa did.
He was envious!
“You said something quite good earlier.”
“What was that?”
“You’re really not quite the same…” The Jiu You Mo Zu gazed outside the hall, his tone still calm, but to Yuan Zhangmen, it felt like a chilling wind. “It takes quite a bit of my cultivation to condense a Jiu You talisman.”
“…”
“Zheng Fa’s life is worth more than the talisman.”
Yuan Zhangmen’s mouth opened and closed, then closed again, finally sealing his lips tightly. He turned and walked to a corner of the hall, silent.
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