Bab 120: The Story
Mo Qingkuang, through a fortunate mistake, triggered a mechanism that not only didn't close the distance between him and Lin Yang but also delayed Lin Yang's progress.
Upon hearing Lin Yang's command, the members of Yuan Sword Sect were confused, but for safety, they hopped back out.
By the time Lin Yang had led everyone back, a considerable amount of time had already been wasted.
Seeing Lin Yang return with the group, Lu Feng slashed through Chen Kong's fist forcefully and jumped out of the battle, asking, "Why did you come back? Is there danger?"
Lin Yang shook his head, looking anxious. "No, the landing spots inside are too small. It's inconvenient for so many people to follow me in and out!"
"There's a mechanism ahead. We couldn't get through it, so we had to retreat and find another way. I suggest we split into several groups and act separately. It'll be more efficient!"
Lu Feng's face showed uncertainty. Chen Kong was fighting both him and Situ Yu without losing ground, already giving them a hard time. He couldn't get free.
Lin Yang's suggestion might be genuine, but it could also be a ploy to find and keep treasures for himself.
"Senior Brother Lu, the landing spots are only the size of a green leaf, barely enough to stand on! If you don't believe me, ask the other brothers!" Lin Yang was burning with impatience. If they delayed any longer, Mo Qingkuang would get too far ahead!
"Lu Feng, why are you hesitating? Hurry up!" At that moment, Situ Yu also called out for help.
Chen Kong's strength was far beyond their expectations. Fighting two people alone, he showed no signs of weakness. When Lu Feng suddenly jumped out of the battle, Chen Kong took the opportunity to intensify his attack, and Situ Yu started to struggle.
"Alright, do as you wish!" Seeing this, Lu Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and give in before rejoining the battle.
Lin Yang cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, the formation's eye is the green leaves below. They are well hidden, so be careful. I will take ten people with me. Please form your own teams and search quickly!"
Without further delay, he picked a few people, took Chu Yanran, and returned along the original route.
The members of the Yuan Sword Sect, feeling helpless, could only form several groups and enter through different paths.
Meanwhile, Mo Qingkuang, being cautious and following Mo Fan's advice, continued his journey.
Avoiding paths with flowers and passing through those with leaves, he managed to navigate without any major incidents.
Fortunately, he did not encounter any other teams along the way. Finally, he passed through the maze and reached the depths.
Finally, he reached a small palace covered with fallen leaves.
Unlike the Nianhua King's tomb, this palace was not filled with various treasures and resources.
It was empty, with leaves piled up, and in the centre lay a crystal coffin.
Mo Qingkuang carefully approached it, only to see the coffin suddenly emit a brilliant light. The lid slowly moved aside, and an elderly man with white hair and beard floated out.
The elder's appearance was exactly like the image of the Fallen Leaf King that had appeared in the tomb!
The Fallen Leaf King exuded an aura of intense killing intent, not one of oppressive power but of endless bloodlust.
Lin Yang should be familiar with this aura. He had sensed it in Tian Sheng before, the aura formed by taking many lives.
However, the killing intent of Tian Sheng was nothing compared to that of the Fallen Leaf King.
Who knows how many people the Fallen Leaf King had killed, as his entire being seemed to radiate murderous intent.
When his cold eyes turned to Mo Qingkuang, Mo Qingkuang felt a chill run from his head to his toes.
Those were eyes that regarded life as worthless.
"So, it's you." The Fallen Leaf King sighed deeply, his facial wrinkles bunching up, making him look somewhat fierce.
"I'm starting to believe that Nianhua made a good choice in his successor."
To the Fallen Leaf King, even with the talent of a formation master, it should have taken much longer to reach here without making any mistakes. Unexpectedly, Mo Qingkuang arrived so quickly.
"Senior Fallen Leaf King, does this mean I won the game?" Mo Qingkuang asked softly, looking at the body of the Fallen Leaf King suspended in mid-air.
This was a demon, unlike the amiable Nianhua King. The Fallen Leaf King had killed countless people, and any displeasure could lead to death.
The Fallen Leaf King's white beard trembled. Instead of getting angry as Mo Qingkuang feared, his tone grew increasingly melancholic. "In the end, he won. Master, you were right and wrong."
"Boy, do you want to know the secrets of the 'Flower-Plucking Manual' and the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium'?"
Mo Qingkuang wanted to say that his ancestor had already told him and that the Fallen Leaf King should quickly hand over the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium' to him.
But he didn't dare.
The old man had been dead for so many years, holding back these words. If he didn't let him speak his mind, why would he give away the treasure?
"I am eager to hear in detail," Mo Qingkuang said respectfully.
Nianhua King and Fallen Leaf King were originally senior and junior brothers, with Nianhua King being the junior and Fallen Leaf King the senior.
They both apprenticed under the Holy Emperor of Withering and Flourishing and grew up together.
The Holy Emperor of Withering and Flourishing was a strong figure from the previous imperial civilization, having fallen in that era.
He left behind two disciples.
The Holy Emperor used to practice the Withering and Flourishing Sutra, an ancient heavenly-grade technique. With it, he became a renowned figure on the Tianhan Continent.
Unfortunately, he took on two disciples—one who loved flowers and was kind-hearted, and another who was a ruthless killer who regarded human life as trivial.
According to their personalities, the Holy Emperor split the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra' into two parts: the Withering Volume and the Flourishing Volume. He gave each to one of the disciples and commanded that they must never be merged in their lifetime.
If they ever wanted the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra' to reappear in the world, the next generation of disciples must gain approval from both sides to inherit it.
Later, after they grew powerful and famous, people named the Withering and Flourishing Volumes after their titles.
Thus, the 'Flower-Plucking Manual' and the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium' came into being.
The Fallen Leaf King, with his dark thoughts, sought power by any means and repeatedly tried to obtain the Flourishing Volume from his junior brother to merge both manuals into the Withering and Flourishing Sutra.
However, the Nianhua King always followed their master's command and refused to listen to his senior brother, leading to their falling out.
From then on, Nianhua King never met with Fallen Leaf King's disciples, knowing well his senior brother's nature.
His own disciples could never gain his approval and might even lose their lives. Therefore, Nianhua King never took in any disciples.
But the furious Fallen Leaf King threatened Nianhua King's family and slaughtered them all. Since then, they became mortal enemies, fighting countless times, always ending in a draw.
Eventually, over the course of history, both lines died out.
Nianhua King sent Mo Qingkuang to the Fallen Leaf King's tomb to find the Withering Volume, aiming to bring the Withering and Flourishing Sutra back to life!
His requirement was to scatter the Fallen Leaf King's ashes, to quench his hatred!
The Nianhua King was kind throughout his life, never killing a single person, but when he truly wanted to kill one, the Fallen Leaf King, he couldn't.
Now the brothers were dead, and the past had become clouds of dust.
"Boy, do you think this king is evil?" the Fallen Leaf King asked, his tone eerie.
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