บท 121: Don’t be Arrogant if You are Righteous
Mo Qingkuang listened quietly as the Fallen Leaf King finished telling the story. However, he was caught off guard when the Fallen Leaf King suddenly asked him a question.
Evil? Isn't it clear to you whether you are or not?
Your master's dying words—did you forget them the moment he passed away? You grew up with your junior brother, but just because he followed your master's orders and didn't give you the Flourishing Volume, you slaughtered his entire family over a disagreement.
Calling you even evil is a compliment at this point.
But Mo Qingkuang didn't dare to say that. He was afraid of death and wanted to flatter the Fallen Leaf King to get the treasure.
Just as he was about to deny it and use a bunch of nonsensical flattery to butter up the Fallen Leaf King, Mo Fan stopped him: "Say yes! Then scold him fiercely! Even if it means dying, say yes! Don't worry, he won't kill you."
Mo Fan wasn't trying to harm Mo Qingkuang. If Mo Qingkuang denied it and flattered the Fallen Leaf King excessively, the Fallen Leaf King would rather let the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra' be lost forever than acknowledge him.
Hearing Mo Fan's words, Mo Qingkuang shivered but still gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
"Hmm?" The Fallen Leaf King frowned, displeased, and locked onto Mo Qingkuang with his murderous aura. "Say that again!"
"Scold him! Don't be afraid! If you die, it's on me!" Mo Fan urged, knowing Mo Qingkuang was scared.
"Scold...scold him?" Mo Qingkuang's legs began to shake. This fallen Martial King was still a Martial King!
"Scold him! Do I need to teach you how to curse someone?" Mo Fan pressed.
Mo Qingkuang was filled with helplessness: "Ancestor, you're not trying to get me killed so you can possess me, are you?"
'Ancestor, I hope you are just as reliable this time as you used to be!' Mo Qingkuang steeled himself. He had already died once, so what was there to fear?
He was deeply disgusted by the Fallen Leaf King's actions anyway!
"I said yes! You are a heartless, ruthless old ghost who kills indiscriminately! You defied your master's orders and harmed your brother. You deserve to suffer in the deepest levels of hell, enduring the most brutal punishments in the world! How do you even have the face to build a tomb and erect a mausoleum?"
"If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to live in this world! I would have bought a piece of tofu and smashed my head with it long ago! Scum like you are a waste of air while alive, a waste of burial ground when dead, and a waste of effort in limbo!"
As a seasoned scoundrel, Mo Qingkuang was adept at cursing, and this required no concern.
Ah—
Hearing Mo Qingkuang's outburst, the Fallen Leaf King went berserk. He extended his hand and clenched the air, causing Mo Qingkuang to feel as if his throat was being tightly strangled.
He was lifted off the ground and slowly pulled toward the Fallen Leaf King.
Up close, Mo Qingkuang saw the Fallen Leaf King's eyes were bloodshot, about to bleed.
"Boy! You dare to scold me! Aren't you afraid of death?" The Fallen Leaf King's ferocious expression was terrifying.
At this moment, another group of people entered through a different passage—it was Lin Yang and his men.
Lin Yang, cautious and knowledgeable in formations, had been searching for the formation's core while carefully noticing the flowers along the way, allowing him to reach the end quickly.
Mo Qingkuang, although arriving earlier, had spent a lot of time listening to the Fallen Leaf King's story.
Thus, Lin Yang arrived just in time to see Mo Qingkuang being strangled and lifted into the air.
Hearing the Fallen Leaf King's words, Lin Yang and his men couldn't help but find it amusing.
Mo Qingkuang, that fool, had already won by arriving first. Yet, hearing the Fallen Leaf King's words, he still dared to scold him!
This surely provoked the Fallen Leaf King. Forget about obtaining the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium', he might even lose his life here.
Lin Yang crossed his arms and watched leisurely. If Mo Qingkuang really got strangled to death, wouldn't that be wonderful?
Mo Qingkuang felt his life slipping away. He was struggling to breathe, his neck gripped like iron clamps, making him suffocate.
As he struggled, he inadvertently saw Lin Yang and the others.
The Yuan Sword Sect disciples looked at him mockingly, Lin Yang's eyes were filled with anticipation, and Chu Yanran's expression was one of hatred.
'Damn it, how did they get here so fast?' Mo Qingkuang was horrified, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the Fallen Leaf King's grip.
"Boy! Beg for mercy, and I'll spare you," the Fallen Leaf King's tone was eerie. "Say that I am wise and mighty, that I am broad-minded! You've won the game, and if you say it, not only will I spare your life, but I'll also pass on the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium' to you! With the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra' in hand, ruling the world would be no difficult task."
As if afraid Mo Qingkuang couldn't speak, the Fallen Leaf King slightly loosened his grip on Mo Qingkuang's neck.
If it had been just the two of them, Mo Qingkuang might have really said it!
But Lin Yang was here, Chu Yanran was here!
Even if he had to die, Mo Qingkuang wouldn't grovel like a dog!
This time, there was no need for Mo Fan's encouragement. Mo Qingkuang took a deep breath and spat in the Fallen Leaf King's face, "To hell with your wisdom and might! To hell with your broad-mindedness! I'm not afraid of death. Did you give others a chance to beg for mercy when you killed them? Did you give your junior brother's family a chance to beg for mercy when you killed them?"
"You're a dark-hearted scoundrel, doomed to be haunted by the souls of those you murdered, never to be reborn!"
Mo Qingkuang's furious outburst greatly changed Chu Yanran's impression of him! So, this damn scoundrel actually had such a backbone?
Lin Yang also found himself in agreement. If he were in Mo Qingkuang's position, would he also maintain his conscience in the face of death?
Yes! Lin Yang was sure he would.
At this moment, and only at this moment, Lin Yang felt that if they weren't natural enemies, he and Mo Qingkuang might have become friends.
The disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect were first shocked, then impressed, and finally delighted.
The wise know when to adapt, but Mo Qingkuang, by defying death, showed a hard backbone. If the Fallen Leaf King really killed him, wouldn't it then be their chance?
As if responding to their thoughts, the Fallen Leaf King suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Hahahahahaha..."
"Good, good! You are not afraid of death!"
"Good! Well scolded, it felt satisfying!"
Mo Qingkuang, suspended in mid-air, was violently thrown back to the ground, making him dizzy.
Seeing that the Fallen Leaf King was likely to kill Mo Qingkuang next, something unexpected happened. The Fallen Leaf King, seemingly deranged, continued to laugh maniacally while clutching his head.
"Hahahahahaha... No one has ever dared to scold me like this! You're good! You're really good!"
To everyone's astonishment, instead of killing Mo Qingkuang, the Fallen Leaf King grabbed him again and placed a finger on his forehead.
He wasn't going to kill him; he was passing on his knowledge!
While transferring the power, he muttered incessantly, tears and snot running down his face.
"Good, Nianhua, my junior brother! Your chosen one is very good! I like him!"
"Master, it was my fault! I was wrong!"
Mo Qingkuang had no ability to resist and could only let the seemingly insane old man inject a vast amount of information into his mind.
This information began to be verified and naturally combined with the Flower Plucking Manual, which was already in his mind, forming a new cultivation technique.
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