Kapitel 59: Bad Omen and Rush
The Monk knew from his own experience that the direction settling birds ran from would usually experience something bad.
It was a fact of nature in both worlds he had lived. Especially from the reaction of the people around him.
Everyone else on the streets of the Middle Rings and likely beyond seemed to have similar reactions to the Monk and his smart Fly, looking at the sky with fear and confusion as murmurs spread all over the place.
But even the fly on his head could feel unease when seeing the vast migration in the sky.
Even with its still-limited understanding of the world, its instincts couldn't help but warn it as if something bad was coming.
The monk could sense that too, to some extent. But at the same time, he judged that there was still time, he couldn't smell anything in the air yet after all.
'Amitabha, better get my Praying Instruments done right away... If something big is coming, I'd rather not be caught unprepared.'
The monk had also gotten a rather good idea to make some amendments to his 'staff' request.
Mainly turning it into a different type of weapon that could also be used as a staff, but held more... Lethal capabilities.
His last excursion in the Chen Luo forest taught him that he still had a long way to go before he'd be able to truly roam free in that world.
But at the same time, he couldn't quite start cultivating as he was unsure if he would meditate through another year by mistake.
It simply didn't feel like an opportune time to do such a thing. Especially not after the bad omen coming from the Beast Forest.
'Something big is certainly going to happen soon... Brother Ren seemed to act like usual, so maybe this is related to that Demonic Emperor then?'
In truth, the monk had no way of knowing just how bad things were.
But he still decided to make haste.
"Little Fly, you ought to cling to my hair tightly for what's coming next..."
The monk spoke in a quick tone, knowing that the intelligent being would understand him regardless.
The fly seemed to buzz in agreement before it nestled deep within the Monk's long hairs.
In an instant, Mo Yangling turned into a blur as he dashed towards his residence.
He didn't even stop at the gates as he rushed right above them and straight to the materials he had gathered. In a quick jerk of the wrist, he grabbed them and immediately turned around.
He didn't even stop to greet the guests who had visited his compound while he was gone.
He also didn't stop to greet Mo Qiao and the twin servants, who were seemingly accompanying the guests.
Instead, he rushed right back out of the compound, jumping right onto the thick inner wall as he dashed on top of it for a while before reaching the vicinity of the Mo Clan, and jumping into it straight away, raising a cloud of dust as he landed right on top of a field of flowers.
"B-Big bro?!" Mo Mingxia was the only one there to witness his landing, as he stepped right onto some of the flowers she was observing.
Her usually neatly arranged hair was turned into a mess from the sheer shockwave of her big brother's landing.
The monk blinked a few times whilst holding the gigantic blade with vines twisted around it in one arm, and the makeshift backpack in the other.
"Oh! Little Xia! How nice to see you!" The monk immediately gave the little girl a warm smile, before looking down at the ruined flower field around him.
"Oops..." He blinked a few times, before turning back toward Mo Mingxia, who seemed to be biting her lower lip and almost tearing up.
"Big Bro is mean! Going missing and now destroying flowers!" She shouted as she raised her hands to wipe her tears.
The Monk immediately began sweating as he looked at her beady green eyes. In an instant, he breathed out, Origin Energy exuding out of every inch of his body like a fine mist, almost like a fart out of a genie's lamp.
An enlightened fart in this case.
Before the little girl could even blink, the mist got so thick that it covered the entire field and made it almost invisible.
With a clap of his hands, the monk immediately dispersed the mist, leaving behind a green and lush field of flowers.
The little girl looked on with wide eyes, her tears stopped almost instantly as a smile rose to her cheeks.
"Big bro is great after all!" She exclaimed as she pumped her fists in the air and immediately jumped to walk through the new garden Mo Yangling had formed.
'Amitabha... This kid changes her tune so quickly...'
The monk didn't dally for too long, though. He merely checked on the fly that was still clinging to his head with his senses.
He had done his best to shield it using his Origin Energy throughout the ride, but it still seemed dizzy. It was almost as if it had drank a few gulps of wine before the ride.
'Only a bit longer to go, buddy... Maybe I should've left you at home? But what if a servant smacked you dead?'
At the end of the day, a fly was still a fly. Others seeing it likely wouldn't even be able to tell it was intelligent before trying to kill it.
Thankfully, none could touch it within the Monk's scalp.
Before he even knew it, Mo Yangling was already in the Forging Pavillion, rushing up the stairs like a gust of wind, going straight to the upper floor.
His business partner was waiting, the Guozhi Kingdom's one and only 'Three Star Blacksmith'. The old Mo Feng, the greatest in the Mo Clan.
Mo Yangling almost didn't even register the door to his forge as his forehead smashed into it.
Mo Feng's beard was blown backwards as the Monk opened up the doors to his forge with enough force to make the entire Forging Pagoda Shake.
The old blacksmith couldn't help but blink a few times, his eyes turning towards the haggard Mo Yangling, whose forehead was somehow smoking.
But before he could even complain, his eyes widened as he looked at the materials he held tightly in his large hands.
"Blacksmith Feng! I have returned with great bounty!"
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