Then Mo Qian dragged Zhou Shoushan's body over and was in the process of pushing Wu Hui's into place when he glanced at the ground and noticed Zhou Shoushan's ghost-head blade lying there.He removed the severed hand still gripping it, tossed the hand into the pit, and picked up the ghost-head blade. His eyes moved, and he said silently: "Read the spirit."Mo Qian looked at the set of data that appeared before him.Weapon: Ghost-head blade. Weapon spirit level: First level. Devouring requirement: Host mental power level 1 (satisfied). Devouring effect: Mastery of Huangquan Swordsmanship.He had not actually intended to devour this weapon's spirit. He had simply been curious. The defensive, deliberate blade work Zhou Shoushan had used. What technique was that?Huangquan Swordsmanship.If he recalled correctly, there was a weapon spirit containing this very technique on the weapon rack at Yuanshun Escort Agency's martial arts field.In the weapon spirit of Xiao Zongting's broken-blade b

Mo Qian walked at the foot of the mountain. He saw the old horse and the broken-down carriage still tied to the silver birch tree. The old horse had its head down, chewing at a clump of weeds.Mo Qian walked over, untied the reins from the tree, then took hold of the horse's head. Mo Qian laughed, gave the horse a pat on its backside, and said: "Old fellow, go on. You are free."The old horse's nostrils puffed out steam, the half-chewed mouthful of grass and leaves still hanging from its lips. It seemed to be stunned for a moment before grasping what Mo Qian meant. Then its hooves began to move, and slowly it walked off into the distance.Mo Qian watched the horse go, smiling at its retreating figure, then turned and looked at the broken-down carriage before him.Mo Qian circulated his inner breath, the muscles of his right arm bulging. He seized the frame, turned his body half a revolution, and lifted with one arm.The broken carriage lifted off the ground and came down against a bou

The physician Shen Ping had been Xiao Zongting's last hope.Xiao Baiyu smiled faintly when she saw her father speak, then looked at Mo Qian with a deep and quiet gaze before standing and returning to the inner room.The conversation between father and daughter had touched on matters quite intimate, yet neither of them had made any move to avoid speaking in front of Mo Qian. It was clear that the Xiao family had placed complete trust in him.Xiao Baiyu had spoken of these matters in front of Mo Qian in part to let him understand her condition. It was the subtle consideration of a young woman.But Mo Qian had not fully caught it. His mind was occupied with the problem he was facing.Xiao Zongting looked at Xiao Baiyu's retreating figure, settled himself for a moment, then turned to look at Mo Qian and asked: "How is the second level of inner breath coming along?""It is complete."Xiao Zongting's pupils contracted slightly. Even faster than he had expected.Xiao Zongting rose, walked to

Mo Qian seemed to receive some kind of unspoken call, and walked slowly back to the ancient ginkgo tree. He placed his palm against the dry, cracked bark of the trunk.He had only one path available to him now. He had to work through the tree spirits.This was the only eye of the needle for the thread in his hand to pass through.The ancient tree of over three hundred years was like an old man who had lived through much. The wrinkled bark was his wrinkled face.Mo Qian's heart gave a quiet throb, and he said silently: "Read the spirit."Weapon: Ancient ginkgo (361 years old). Weapon spirit level: Ninth level. Devouring requirement: Host mental power level 9 (not met). Devouring effect: Reading through the years (can increase the host's mental power).Mo Qian looked at the data of the ancient ginkgo spirit again, and his eyes fixed on the words that read can increase the host's mental power.Looking at those words now stirred his nerves even more acutely than before.He could not swall

Although he still could not devour a second-level spirit, based on the comparison between these two sets of data, there must be a first-level tree spirit somewhere between the ninety-second and the hundred-and-twenty-first year.And a first-level tree spirit he could devour.Mo Qian immediately felt a surge of energy and began leaping through the forest, reading the spirits of the old trees one after another."Ninety-five years. Not yet ranked.""Ninety-eight years. Not yet ranked.""One hundred and twenty-three years. Second rank.""One hundred and twenty-nine years. Second rank."Mo Qian looked for old trees of roughly the same thickness as the hundred-and-twenty-one-year-old pine to read their spirits.Old trees in the mountains grew slowly. If there was a clear difference in thickness, the difference in age would only be greater.Mo Qian suddenly stopped beside a rock.His eyes shone as he looked at the old camphor tree before him.The old camphor tree gave off a faint fragrance,