บท 90: Mo Qingkuang?
Watching his sneak attack easily thwarted by Lin Yang, Mo Shan's heart sank, and he dashed out of the cave, intending to flee.
Just then, Saint Alchemist waved his hand lightly, and a black wall of flames rose before Mo Shan. The flames emitted a chilling dark aura.
Although it didn't feel hot on the surface, Mo Shan knew that even if he made the slightest contact, he, a Grandmaster, would be consumed without a trace.
Mo Shan's heart surged with shock. Was this really Lin Yang?
How could a mere martial master suddenly unleash the strength of a Martial Venerable? He refused to believe that this was Lin Yang's true strength.
There must be some other means by which he had temporarily elevated himself to this level.
How old was Lin Yang anyway? Just sixteen, like Mo Qingkuang. Such a monstrous talent, what terror would he bring in the future?
Given time, the entire Tianhan Continent would be within his reach!
"Who are you?" Mo Shan turned back, seemingly resigned, and scrutinized Lin Yang beneath the black robe.
"What do you think?" The Alchemist Saint chuckled coldly, looking at Mo Shan calmly. Mo Shan was like a trapped turtle, entirely within his grasp.
But he couldn't kill him yet; he needed to extract the secrets of Mo Qingkuang's resurrection and how to obtain the Divine-grade martial technique from him.
Mo Shan shook his head calmly. "You can't be Lin Yang."
"Heh." Alchemist Saint smiled mysteriously, then said menacingly, "Mr. Mo, you're a smart man. You know what I want to know, don't you?"
"What exactly do you want to know?" Mo Shan didn't understand why this person, who seemed to be Lin Yang, was asking.
The Alchemist Saint raised his palm, and a trembling black flame danced on his fingertips. "Tell me, why did Mo Qingkuang's meridians fully recover? Where did he get the Divine-grade martial technique? Who is supporting your Mo Family?"
"Divine-grade martial technique? Qingkuang practices Divine-grade martial technique?" Mo Shan was taken aback.
Mo Qingkuang actually practised Divine-grade martial technique. No wonder he had caused such a stir in the capital, prompting the Yuan Sword Sect to lower their status and target their small Mo Family.
"Oh? You don't know? Or do you not want to say?" Alchemist Saint's words carried a hint of amusement. Then, he casually transformed the black flame in his hand into a strange shape. "Let me introduce you to this. This is the Hellfire, a unique flame. Once it sticks to your body, water won't extinguish it."
"It will burrow into your body, starting with the marrow, gradually burning your entire body to ashes. You don't want to experience that kind of pain, do you?" Alchemist Saint's voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell, sending shivers down Mo Shan's spine. Hellfire was a peculiar flame with immense power, a celestial oddity.
For alchemists, such an extraordinary flame brought indescribable benefits and was the dream of all alchemists in the world. Initially, he had also paid a huge price to tame it for his own use.
Mo Shan gritted his teeth, suppressing his fear of the flame, and said coldly, "I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Dream on if you think you can harm Qingkuang!"
Alchemist Saint remained unperturbed and said softly, "It seems you're not willing to cooperate. That's okay. We'll use you to make Mo Qingkuang speak for himself."
"I heard Mo Qingkuang, although a playboy, is also a filial son. I wonder if your life, as a father, means more to him than those secrets?" Alchemist Saint's tone carried a hint of intrigue.
"You'll never succeed!" Mo Shan glared, already resolved that even in death, he wouldn't let himself be used to threaten Qingkuang.
"Before that, let me make you suffer a bit." The Alchemist Saint snapped his fingers, and the flame in his hand floated towards Mo Shan. It swayed gently in the air, seemingly on the verge of extinguishing, yet strangely resilient.
Mo Shan watched the slowly approaching black flame, fearing he wouldn't withstand the torment and might blurt out something incoherent. He sighed inwardly, "My son! Will you avenge your father? I failed to protect you, I'm sorry to you and your mother! I won't burden you any longer; I'll go first!"
He then raised his palm and struck towards his own temple, resolute and without hesitation.
However, his intention would not be fulfilled. His hand barely reached an inch above his temple before an inexplicable force held it in place, preventing it from descending any further.
"Death? It's not that easy."
The black flame continued to approach Mo Shan, flickering as if in sync with his frantic heartbeat.
"Damn it! Can't even end my own life?" Mo Shan sighed inwardly. "Well, let's see what this flame has to offer."
Mo Shan closed his eyes in despair, unable to resist due to the gap in their cultivation levels.
At this moment, he regretted deeply why he had acted rashly, revealing his whereabouts and falling into someone else's trap.
Unbeknownst to him, Alchemist Saint had long detected his location; he was merely playing cat and mouse, waiting for him to emerge.
Watching his Hellfire about to ignite Mo Shan, Alchemist Saint felt a twinge of satisfaction in his heart.
Ever since Mo Qingkuang 'came back from the dead,' he and Lin Yang had been constantly at odds. Whether it was in King Nianhua's Tomb where Mo Qingkuang obtained the 'Flower-Plucking Manual,' or in the Martial Arts examination where Mo Qingkuang seized the top ranking.
Even though everything seemed to be going according to their plan, the results always favoured Mo Qingkuang, leaving him deeply resentful of this small fry.
Thousands of years of experience made him vaguely sense that Mo Qingkuang's existence and rise must conceal significant secrets. Perhaps it was the support of forces that once opposed him, or something else entirely.
However, he was confident that he could extract something useful when using Mo Shan as leverage. It would be best if Mo Shan couldn't withstand the torment of the Hellfire and divulged some useful information.
If Mo Qingkuang continued to hide in the capital, it would require much effort to deal with him. He squinted his eyes, watching Mo Shan, who was at his mercy, waiting for his painful cries.
But the scene he had envisioned did not unfold. Just as the Hellfire was less than three feet away from Mo Shan's body, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The figure raised its fist, and the dazzling fist energy illuminated almost the entire valley. A relentless surge of energy burst forth from the fist, actually shattering the Hellfire.
Alchemist Saint looked in astonishment at the figure that shattered the Hellfire with a punch, his eyes showing a look of shock. Even the soul of Lin Yang, who had relinquished control of his body, began to tremble violently. His lips trembled slightly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Mo... Mo Qingkuang?"
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