Chapter 337: Chapter 279: The Mo Family Needs
to Master Divine Techniques
The matter of the mist troubled Han Yu for an entire night.
First, he couldn’t see the pills, let alone refine them; it was impossible to even take them out.
Second, Glass seed to have her eyes covered. Her mouth didn’t stop all night, clamorously talking non-stop, dragging Han Yu into conversations with her.
"What to do? I can’t see a thing."
The Artifact Spirit spoke with urgency.
Han Yu was helpless! It was done by Ping, not him.
Honestly, although he held the authority now and could allocate it as he pleased, his understanding of Ping was still superficial.
He only knew that Ping could produce all sorts of strange pills, which, when consud, could extract various feedback to repair itself, and even reciprocate to him.
Beyond that, he knew nothing, not even the Artifact Spirit was aware of its own origins.
A Ping, three authorities, on Ping, it could randomly produce either heaven-defying or utterly limitless pills.
On the Artifact Spirit, it produced the West River Pill, with terrifying effects achieved instantly, specifically cutting people’s limits but leaving them delighted.
What about himself?
The authority could be chiefly his, it’d be normal if he could only decide the allocation between Ping and the Artifact Spirit.
But allowing the authority to be placed on himself felt odd; the other two had various effects when granted authority, so might there be effects or strange events when placing the authority on himself?
As he pondered, he began feeling sothing was amiss, at least the authority affecting himself was quite unusual.
"If you can’t handle it, then none of us will sleep."
The incessant words of the Artifact Spirit suddenly interrupted Han Yu’s thoughts, causing a commotion in the Sea of Consciousness.
Han Yu was extrely frustrated, reluctantly spoke, "Just bear with it! If soone really is spying, who knows what will happen if Ping clears the mist?"
With much nagging and clamor all night, dawn finally arrived.
This scoundrel is now yawning and claiming to be tired, wanting to sleep for a while.
Han Yu, too, with heavy yawns, got up feeling sleepy and dispirited.
Leaning against the side of the ship, as the morning mist lifted, he could see the villagers already up and active on the streets.
"Hey!"
A little deer trotted over the sea waves, its pristine white light exceptionally noticeable under the morning haze. It seed to spot Han Yu, gave him a side glance, yelled defiantly, and then wiggled its backside before dashing away.
Oh, co on, this scoundrel turns its back as soon as it recognizes soone.
Han Yu gritted his teeth, spat into the sea, and said, "Bah! What the heck."
"Truly intelligent, indeed!"
A voice of praise ca from behind; it was Ling Wuce who approached silently.
Han Yu shot him a glance, wondering, could the Wood Spirit be targeting him alone?
Not long later, a silver-bell-like laughter ca from the sea; it was Glass who sohow found Qing Wan, and now the little girl was being carried joyfully over the sea waves.
Around the ti morning fully broke, a Celestial Wave Crossing docked above Sea Stone City, its vast hull blocking most of the light, as Cultivator Institute’s cultivators soared into the sky.
Under the cultivators’ guidance, the giant ship slowly moved toward the sea domain’s position then steadily descended.
Upon touching the water, the ship appeared ordinary like a cargo vessel, while hundreds of cultivators swiftly shot up skyward, flocking towards Han Yu.
"Greetings to Vice Tower Master Ling!"
Lines of people, each forming a line, all paid respects to Ling Wuce.
The group in dark cultivator robes ca from the Celestial Craft Departnt, presumably to aid in the Wood Spirit and villagers’ reconstruction efforts.
The other group, in light green robes, each carried a dicine basket and hailed from the Hundred Herbs Bureau.
This Old Ling really dares to think and act! He’s actually planning on growing spirit plants at a large scale here, isn’t he?
If the Wood Spirit indeed holds such mystical ability, wouldn’t that an the Fifth Tower can freely harvest Spirit dicine later on?
Besides these two teams, two others ca down as well.
One of them, burly and robust, had a broad face and seed quite calm. He cupped his fist in respect.
"Ling... Ling Vice... Vice Tower... Master... Master good!"
Goodness, seeing this speech-stumbling appearance seed like a stutterer.
Han Yu’s expression turned odd, were they planning to silence this stutterer with poison?
Given the side effects of the Yin Yang Qi Pill, it wasn’t far from poison.
The other one descending surprised Han Yu because he recognized him.
"Greetings, Vice Tower Master Ling. Brother Han, we et again."
The newcor laughed aloud, saluting him with a fist.
"What? Brother Mo, what brings you here?"
Han Yu’s shock was unmatched. He had guessed that Old Ling, having co to fetch people from the Fifth Tower, but bringing a Mo family mber puzzled him.
"I seek Divine Techniques!"
Mo Yang straightforwardly stated, which perplexed Han Yu greatly. He was familiar with the Mo family, folks fond of the artifacts craft, having an interest in Divine Techniques?
"The Mo family needs
to learn Divine Techniques, and I require them too."
Mo Yang laughed softly as he spoke.
From the start when Han Yu ntioned the Celestial Travel Flag, Mo Yang’s curiosity about the integration of Divine Techniques in Artifact Refining was piqued, especially after the Inspectorate and the Mo family began their collaborative research on the Magical Treasures left by the Judge and Ox.
"Honestly, Brother Han, the things you gave to the Inspectorate, the Mo family never made any real progress."
Mo Yang explained, as much has remained theoretical, lacking opportunities for practical trials, with the Imperial Court having no Divine Power Cultivators, so did the Mo family.
For such crucial matters, being only limited to the Mo family and the Inspectorate ant they naturally couldn’t seek external Divine Power Cultivators.
Interestingly, when Ling Wuce sent word back, Gao Feng happened to be at the Ascension Tower, and in a twist, the Mo family learned of it, prompting them to send a family mber to acquire the pill.
Fate’s twist again, the Mo family’s research on Divine Techniques stalled primarily due to lacking their own Divine Power Cultivators, and now, an opportunity presented itself.
Opportunity? What nonsense opportunity!
Han Yu did not think so, eyeing Mo Yang uneasily, realizing this man was his cousin’s clan brother, and no words were needed about the Mo family’s ties with himself now.
"This thing can kill people; do you think it’s so great fate!"
He hesitated, sighed deeply.
He saw it unnecessary, nevertheless, while the Mo family’s craft stagnation deed it life-threatening to them, worthy of risk.
"Brother Han, this is my choice; I know the pill’s effects, let
try it."
Mo Yang softly spoke.
Then he pointed toward where the ship docked, which now thirty Mo family mbers with large iron boxes on their backs had flown over. Only then did Han Yu notice, Mo Yang also carried one himself.
"This pill can’t change people, Mo family has paid a huge price preparing for this, and the Inspectorate also provided enough terms, leaving only
to take it."
Mo Yang smiled gently.
"Hey! What’s with your cultivation... what an intricate thod, who devised such a plan?"
Before Han Yu could speak, Ling Wuce expressed curiosity.
Ling Wuce was surprised because he discovered Mo Yang’s cultivation had drastically dropped to the Divine Bridge Realm, equivalent to a starting cultivator.
"Tower Master Quan devised it; the Hundred Herbs Bureau assisted, using dicine to drop my realm swiftly."
Mo Yang seed indifferent to his cultivation declining.
This... they’re attempting to initiate the lowest level Wind and Thunder Tribulation with a low cultivation level!
Han Yu quickly grasped the Inspectorate and the Mo family’s plan, a peculiar approach indeed.
But even so, only this is insufficient. Even the lowest of tribulations are indeed calamities, especially given Mo Yang’s cultivation falling to such a state.
"Thus, the real backup plan will depend on our Mo family’s foundation."
Mo Yang confidently patted the large iron box on his back.
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