Mo Yuan’s body gradually became transparent.
“I did indeed once have the thought of seizing your body. But since you have the ability to revive the Mo Family, then the future should belong to the young.”
His gaze was complex, filled with sorrow, relief, and expectation. All those emotions intertwined before finally turning into a long sigh.
Mo Yu understood what he meant.
A dying man’s words are often kind.
A strange feeling rose in his heart. In the end, he still spoke.
“Unfortunately, Senior, I am not truly a member of the Mo Family. I was abandoned by my original family and thrown into Mo Village. The Mo Family bloodline will ultimately not continue through me.”
Mo Yuan was slightly stunned, then seemed to realize something. His smile grew even brighter.
“I would not be mistaken. I have guarded this place for countless years and have never been wrong.”
He stared deeply at Mo Yu.
“Be careful. At most within five hundred years, a great calamity will strike the Heavenly Mystic Continent.”
His voice grew softer and more ethereal.
In the end, his words faded along with his soul.
All that remained was a Soul Pill emitting a faint glow, quietly floating in midair.
Mo Yu stood there in a slight daze.
“Never disdained to deceive anyone…”
Recalling Mo Yuan’s earlier words, he murmured softly.
So Mo Yuan was certain he possessed Mo Family blood.
And the great calamity truly would occur within five hundred years.
Which meant Mo Village was likely only the origin land of the Mo Family.
Then perhaps he was actually from the Upper Realm Mo Family?
Another classic template.
Mo Yu silently mocked in his heart.
The Soul Pill slowly floated before him. Only then did he regain his senses and reach out to catch it.
It felt cool in his hand, yet a warm current flowed from his palm into his body.
He bowed slightly toward the place where Mo Yuan had disappeared.
“This junior will not disappoint Ancestor’s expectations.”
[You intercepted Mo Yu’s opportunity ahead of him, impersonated a member of the Mo Family, and gained recognition from the Mo Family ancestor.]
[Without the Nourishing Soul Pill, Mo Yu will find it difficult to quickly restore Yan Xi’s damaged soul. You may take advantage of this weakness.]
[Villain Counterattack successful.]
[Reward: Gathering Yin Soul Jade Casket (Immortal Artifact).]
[Gathering Yin Soul Jade Casket: Can absorb Taiyin power. Generates a random soul-type pill naturally each month without requiring spiritual energy activation.]
[Destiny plunder failed. Automatically replenishing.]
[Destiny +200]
[Villain points +200]
An Immortal Artifact!
Mo Yu stared in shock at the jade casket within the system space.
The entire casket was crystal clear, carved with intricate patterns. At its center was a Taiji diagram. The Yin-Yang fish seemed almost alive, as though gently swimming, emitting a faint moonlit glow.
No spiritual energy was required. Each month, it would generate a pill equivalent to the Soul Pill Mo Yuan had condensed.
All he had to do was place the jade casket beneath the moonlight.
This was absurd.
What the system gave him in a single day far surpassed more than twenty years of his own effort!
Though it was random, who was he?
A Child of Destiny!
The best at rolling the dice.
This was incredible!
“The pill is fine. Hurry and consume it. Its usefulness is far beyond what your ancestor described.”
Yan Xi’s urging voice sounded from the Soul Ring.
Mo Yu returned to his senses and placed the pill into the Soul Ring.
“Sister Yan Xi, this will help you more. You refine it.”
Within the Soul Ring, the purple Soul Pill floated quietly. Its gentle glow illuminated Yan Xi’s exquisite figure, making her appear even more dreamlike.
She gazed at the Soul Pill. Emotions surged within her ruby-like eyes.
Gratitude, relief, hesitation—all mixed together before finally turning into a trace of anger.
“Xiao Yu, don’t be ridiculous!”
Yan Xi’s voice rose sharply, carrying both reproach and heartache.
“This Soul Pill contains the entirety of your ancestor’s soul power. It belongs to you. How can you give it to me?”
Mo Yu was taken aback. He had not expected such a reaction. A warm feeling rose in his chest.
“Sister Yan Xi, do you remember how many times you saved me?”
“Who would bother remembering that? Just eat it,” Yan Xi replied indifferently.
“Starting from the time in Mo Village when you prevented the evil cultivators from discovering me, you’ve saved me forty-eight times. After eight of those times, you fell into slumber,” Mo Yu said seriously.
Yan Xi fell silent. She had not expected Mo Yu to remember so clearly.
Her red lips parted slightly. “I did it for myself.”
After saying that, she realized she did not even believe her own words.
Mo Yu smiled warmly and sincerely.
“I know, I know. In the future, I will help you reconstruct your body. I will use the finest materials to create the most beautiful body for you.”
Then his expression turned serious.
“But this—because I carry great destiny, I will encounter better opportunities in the future. Your soul is damaged. This benefits you more.”
“And besides, the faster you recover, the better you can help me in the future, right?”
“You…”
Yan Xi was momentarily speechless. She felt moved, helpless, and even a hint of sweetness.
She stared at Mo Yu. His resolute face was filled with sincerity and concern, without a trace of falseness.
It felt as though a gentle hand had lightly stirred her heart, creating ripples within.
Since the day they met, Mo Yu had never disappointed her.
Time and again he survived desperate situations, time and again he defied fate. He was no longer the ignorant child he once was.
He was like a piece of uncut jade, tempered through hardship, destined to shine brilliantly.
An indescribable emotion began to sprout within Yan Xi’s heart.
It went beyond the bond of master and disciple, carrying a subtle stirring she herself had not fully recognized.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in her heart.
“Very well,” Yan Xi sighed softly. “Since you insist, I will accept.”
She lifted her slender hand and took the purple Soul Pill. Her cherry lips parted as she swallowed it.
In an instant, brilliant light filled the Soul Ring. A powerful soul fluctuation spread outward.
Flames rose around Yan Xi. Her red dress fluttered, her white hair danced in the air, like a phoenix reborn in fire—beautiful and sacred.
Under the nourishment of the Soul Pill, her soul rapidly solidified, emitting a far stronger aura.
In the end, Yan Xi’s soul appeared far more condensed than before, almost tangible.
She spoke softly, “My strength has now recovered to the Divine Transformation Realm. If I control your body, even against the Void Refinement Realm, I can put up a fight.”
Mo Yu revealed a satisfied smile.
Little Sister Yan Xi was still easily handled.
Now, even without returning to call for help, he could defeat that Qin Family.
His gaze fell upon Chu Yuli beside him.
“We should leave.”
“Mm.”
Chu Yuli nodded, though a trace of confusion appeared on her face.
“Master, your ancestor… why did he do that?”
Mo Yu was momentarily at a loss for words.
How would he know?
Did he come to his senses? Or was he afraid of death?
Impossible. He had sacrificed himself.
But could he say he did not know?
No.
Image was important.
If he did not establish an authoritative image, what if his disciple challenged him in the future?