Immortal Mortal

C91

Chapter 91: Revolving Star Passage Technique

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Formless Blade Sect's outer disciple Cang Wenbin's residences was in great disorder. Whatever could be broken was already wrecked and destroyed. Cang Wenbin, whose face was as swollen as a steamed bun, had eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

“Young master, you're really going to return that item?” By Cang Wenbin's side, there was a middle-aged man in long robes. When Cang Wenbin entered the Formless Blade Sect, this man was sent by the Cang House to be Cang Wenbin's attendant.

Cang Wenbin gritted his teeth and said, “What else can I do? Uncle Qianxing is at Fire Sword Summit. If there's nothing major, it would be hard for me to even see him, much less ask him to help me out.”

The middle-aged man spoke in a lowered voice, “Young master, I do have an idea. Doesn’t the young master think that the steel pole is not so simple? Why don't we simply send the steel pole to Summit Lord Qianxing, and when that tiny service disciple comes looking for it, we will direct him to Summit Lord Qianxing. Then if he still insists of having it, he would only be looking for death.”

Cang Wenbin's eyes lit up, but that glister immediately disappeared as he shook his head and said, “Do you understand my senior uncle's status? It's better if we don't do harm with other's hands. Furthermore, that Mo Wuji is an extremely ruthless person. If we don't send the pole in time, he may be angered and come to screw me over. This plan is far too dangerous.”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, “Actually, I have another idea. We will first send the pole to that service disciple, then we will somehow inform Summit Lord Qianxing about this. Tell him that you found an impressive smithing material and you were going to present it to him as a gift. Unfortunately, it was forcefully taken away by Mo Wuji that service disciple.”

Cang Wenbin stroked the area which Mo Wuji slapped, “Very well, we’ll follow that plan. Immediately send the steel pole to that puny service disciple. Let's see how he handles my senior uncle's anger.”

…

After not seeing Yan’Er for a month, Mo Wuji had an endless amount of things to say to her. He hoped that this would help Yan’Er recollect her past memories. It was practically him speaking and Yan’Er listening. When Mo Wuji spoke, Yan’Er would listen silently with a peaceful expression and gentleness in her eyes. This was unlike when Xiong Xiuzhu speaks to her.

“Young master, that Cang Wenbin has sent the thing over,” Xiong Xiuzhu called out.

Mo Wuji stood up and said to Yan’Er, “Yan'Er, I have to do some research. Go outside and take a stroll. When you're tired, you can go take a nap.”

Even though Yan'Er didn't reply him, Mo Wuji knew that Yan'Er understood his words.

Seeing Yan'Er go out, Mo Wuji turned towards Xiong Xiuzhu, “Big sister Xiong, this thing belongs to your family; keep it for yourself. I will be doing some research now, if there's nothing important, try not to disturb me.”

“Many thanks young master. Tao Ao and I must have done many good deeds in our previous life to have come under your protection. Since Tao Ao and I don't practise martial arts, nor do we have spiritual roots, this steel pole is useless to us. We wish to give it to the young master.” As Xiong Xiuzhu was speaking, she was also dragging the steel pole into the room.

Mo Wuji did not mind; a steel pole did not mean much and accepting it could help put Xiong Xiuzhu at ease.

However, seeing Xiong Xiuzhu dragging the pole in with great difficulty, he could tell that this steel pole wasn't simple. This steel pole was roughly the height of a person and was as thick as a baby's fist. As a person who frequently did heavy, menial work, shouldn't it have been easy for Xiong Xiuzhu to bring the pole in? However, it obviously looked like she was facing some difficulty doing that.