Reflecting on the three hundred years of suffering he had endured, Su Mo’s expression turned somewhat numb.
“Eighth Master, are you there? I don’t want to follow the plot anymore, and I don’t have the ability to steer it back on track. You might as well just wipe me out.”
He looked toward the pitch-black forest and began to mutter to himself.
The young boys kneeling on the ground looked at him with the expressions one might reserve for a lunatic.
The fool isn’t foolish anymore.
But he’s gone mad!
Regardless of whether he’s a fool or a madman, run!
Finding a tacit understanding, the few of them stood up almost simultaneously and zoomed off into the distance.
Su Mo had no time to worry about those kids. After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply from Eighth Master, he lay down on the ground, letting himself go.
“Anyway, I refuse to be a mere plot device again. Whatever happens, happens.”
Closing his eyes, he began to play dead.
“I’ve been abused for hundreds of years—is that reasonable? I haven’t even had a relationship, and you let me play the role of a ‘simp’—is that reasonable? The entire novel is based on nothing but abuse—is that reasonable? It’s a good thing the original owner was erased, so he doesn’t have to suffer this indignity. If it were me, I’d break character too.
Falling in love with someone as cowardly, selfish, and brainless as Wen Muli? That’s crazy. I’d rather seal my heart in concrete and remain single for a lifetime!
I’ve played the role of father, mother, bodyguard, thug, and nanny, working for free for three whole centuries. The moment I open my eyes, I’m still in this damned world—if I don’t rebel, who will?
Which moron wrote this novel anyway? Bring him to me; I guarantee I won’t beat him to death!
So you’re not coming out, are you? If you don’t come out, I’m going to sleep!”
As if he wanted to finish saying everything he had suppressed during his time dormant, he babbled for the entire night, yet he couldn’t get “Xiao Ba” to make a shining appearance to erase him.
Convinced that Eighth Master would not appear, Su Mo simply closed his eyes and entered meditation, beginning to refine the spiritual energy stored within the “fool’s” body.
Drawing energy into his body, building a foundation, and forming a golden core—it all happened in one smooth breath.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The sound of swords flying could be heard above the forest.
Su Mo snapped his eyes open, his phoenix-like gaze sweeping coldly toward the sky.
“Seize him for me!”
A deep, aged male voice rang out, carrying a sense of malice.
Several Golden Core stage cultivators descended fiercely on their flying swords, intending to capture Su Mo.
Although he hadn’t figured out exactly what was going on, it was impossible for him to just sit still and wait for death.
He had probed this body while resting last night. The “fool” was indeed foolish; despite having a fused spiritual root like his own, he understood nothing—he only knew how to eat, drink, sleep, and watch ants move house.
Fortunately, because he possessed a fused spiritual root, he could cultivate just by lying there and doing nothing.
The spiritual energy stored in the fool’s body exceeded his expectations. If this group of nuisances hadn’t appeared, he could have broken through the early Golden Core stage and entered the middle stage in one go.
The four individuals flying down were at the 11th level of the early Golden Core stage, the 7th level of the middle stage, the 12th level of the middle stage, and the 3rd level of the late Golden Core stage, respectively.
All four of them had higher cultivation levels than Su Mo, who was at the 1st level of the early Golden Core stage.
Yet, Su Mo did not take them seriously.
After all, before his rebirth, he was a powerful practitioner at the Mahayana stage. Even without his former cultivation base, his century of combat experience was something these wet-behind-the-ears brats couldn’t compare to.
The group completely underestimated the “fool” before them. And what Su Mo wanted was exactly this—their overconfidence. He fought with the element of surprise.
With one palm strike, he sent one of them flying. With a sweep of his leg, he broke another one’s leg directly.
“Golden Core stage?!”
High above, a middle-aged man at the late Nascent Soul stage—just one step away from the Spirit Severing stage suddenly narrowed his eyes in shock and exclaimed.
Below, the young man with the highest cultivation roared. Taking advantage of Su Mo dealing with his companions, he attempted a sneak attack, darting behind him and swinging his sword down.
Clang—
Su Mo’s skin didn’t even break. There was only a crisp sound, and the man’s sword snapped into two pieces.
“A body cultivator?!”
The middle-aged man was astonished again, murmuring to himself.
The fool of the Nantian Sect was famous far and wide. Everyone knew he couldn’t cultivate, yet in just one night, this person had broken through to the Golden Core stage and could even fight above his level.
So, it really was him who killed his son!
Murderous intent flared in the middle-aged man’s eyes. As a senior at the Nascent Soul stage, he felt no shame in attacking a junior.
After all, in his eyes, Su Mo was already a dead man! Only the dead could keep secrets, right?
With a cold snort, the middle-aged man flew down on his sword, gathering spiritual energy in his hand to attack Su Mo.
Su Mo sensed the sneak attack.
However, although his senses were sharp, his weak physical reflexes were ultimately half a beat slow.
He dodged, but he still couldn’t escape the incoming spell. A hole was pierced through his shoulder, and blood flowed out like a trickling stream.
Logically, having suffered such a severe injury, he should have been in immense pain.
Yet, strangely, Su Mo felt no pain.
No sensation of pain?
He was filled with doubt, but with a formidable enemy before him, he dared not let his guard down and could only suppress his confusion to continue the fight.
“Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?”
His gaze cold, he questioned the middle-aged man.
“How dare you, Su Mo! You’ve been playing the fool to deceive the sect. Deception aside, you also murdered a fellow disciple. Today, I, this old man, will sweep out the trash for the sect!”
While speaking with such high-sounding words, the middle-aged man drove his spiritual energy to unleash another attack.
Su Mo knew he was no match for his opponent right now. He dodged the incoming spells clumsily while quickly thinking of a countermeasure.
He only had one chance. If he failed, he would surely die!
Gritting his teeth, Su Mo steeled himself and turned to run.
“Trying to run? Today, I will have you pay for my son’s life!”
The middle-aged man finished through gritted teeth, leaping forward in pursuit, frequently raising his hand to cast spells to kill him.
“Ugh…”
Su Mo’s knee was pierced through by a spell, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and with pale lips, he looked in panic at the approaching middle-aged man, retreating while propping himself up on the ground with his hands.
“Keep running, why don’t you?”
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, closing in step by step. He suddenly raised his foot and stomped on Su Mo’s injured knee.
Crack, A crisp sound rang out.
Su Mo still couldn’t feel the pain, but he groaned in perfect coordination.
“I have no grudge against you… why are you killing me…”
He panted heavily, asking through gritted teeth.
“No grudge? You beast, Liyun was only seventeen… He was the child I had waited for all these years, and you dared to… A life for a life! I will take your head!”
The middle-aged man was furious to the extreme. He leaned over and grabbed Su Mo’s collar, intense hatred radiating from his eyes.
It was in this very moment that Su Mo, who had been feigning weakness, curled his lips into a smile.
Stab,
The broken blade from earlier was driven straight into the middle-aged man’s dantian.
The dantian is the most important part of a cultivator. Unless one reaches the Spirit Severing stage and the Nascent Soul is stable enough to exit the body, the destruction of the dantian is equivalent to death!
With this strike, the Nascent Soul within the man’s body was heavily damaged, and the spiritual energy in his dantian began to leak out like water from a bucket with a hole in the bottom.
“How could this be…”
The middle-aged man’s eyes were filled with disbelief, and his body went limp like mud.
Even in death, he couldn’t understand how he had been killed by a mere “fool” who had just entered the Golden Core stage.
Su Mo, covered in sweat, lay on the ground, breathing like a cow.
He curiously poked the bloody hole in his shoulder with his hand. Why doesn’t it hurt?
Could this be the legendary ‘Golden Finger’?!