All Chapters of I Alone Devour All Under Heaven: Chapter 91
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Chapter 91 The Poisoned Blade
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
Chapter 92 The Kude Temple's Dark History
In truth, the paths available to that entire intake of chores disciples had all come to nothing, without exception.To climb out from the very bottom was equally hard in any world.Mo Qian lifted the bodies of Kong Bin and Zhang Zheng one by one and placed them into the pit.Then he walked to the nearby courtyard wall and picked up a shovel leaning against it.At the base of the wall stood two brooms and a wooden tub with dried water stains.Mo Qian took the shovel, first piled back the two small mounds of broken soil beside the pit, then shovelled the surrounding earth until he had built up a slightly raised mound.Mo Qian patted the soil flat, tossed aside the shovel, gathered a few dead branches nearby, and lightly covered the mound with them.After Mo Qian had done all of this, he looked up and saw the mountain wind moving through the temple, sweeping the dead branches and leaves across the ground with a dry rustling sound.At this moment Mo Qian suddenly noticed that on top of th
Chapter 93 The Drunken Sword
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
Chapter 94 The Fierce Physician
Mo Qian sighed, sheathed the blade, left the dormitory, crossed the martial arts field, and went out to the street.It was already past breakfast time at the cafeteria, and Mo Qian was hungry. He walked to the street, bought six buns, and ate while turning things over in his mind.He did indeed have something to think about.The matter of mental power.Mo Qian had already completed the second level of inner breath.The next focus of his cultivation was the Five Tigers Sheep Knife at the small success realm, which corresponded to the third level of inner breath.But to maintain his current pace of advancement he needed to swallow the Five Tigers Sheep Knife spirit at the small success realm.Such a spirit was not unavailable. There was one on the weapon rack at the martial arts field.However, it required the host's mental power to be at level two.Mo Qian's mental power was only at level one.The problem was clear. Mental power needed to be raised.So how was that done?Swallowing the
Chapter 95 The Three Foundations of Martial Arts
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
Chapter 96 Soul Arts and the Limits of Mental Power
The Five Tigers Sheep Knife, in his hands over the years, had evolved from a straightforward martial technique into something balanced and refined, approaching a uniquely personal blade art.Xiao Zongting was confident that this blade technique was worthy of being handed down.He had spent his life devoted to martial arts and had no son. The work of his lifetime was poured into this blade.Because of this, he had shared it broadly and taught it to the escorts of Yuanshun Escort Agency.Which was also why, in the minds of many escorts, Xiao Zongting was regarded as a teacher."Old Xiao, for subtlety and perfection, do they have requirements for the strength of mental power?" Mo Qian asked after a moment's thought."Of course." Xiao Zongting replied. "Whether for subtlety or perfection, you must have sufficient mental power before the opportunity even exists."Mo Qian's bright eyes dimmed quickly.His mental power was only level one. At that rate, reaching subtlety or perfection with th
Chapter 97 The Search for Tree Spirits
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
Chapter 98 Into Wild Boar Mountain
In ancient times travel was not convenient, and those setting out on journeys always started early.This morning rush accounted for more than eighty percent of the horse rental shop's daily business.Mo Qian led the red horse out, stepped onto the mounting block, swung himself up, and slowly made his way toward the East Gate.Within the city, horses could not be ridden at speed. Riding a horse and injuring someone carried either a heavy fine or the punishment of being tattooed and imprisoned. The penalties were quite severe.Mo Qian rode out through the East City Gate and walked for a while. Seeing that the road was clear of people, he raised the whip and cracked it hard on the red horse's backside.The red horse felt the sting and broke into a gallop along the main road.Mo Qian's destination was Wild Boar Mountain, eighty li southeast of Xiangu County.Wild Boar Mountain had steep peaks and sheer faces. It stretched nearly a hundred li from east to west. Deep within the ancient fore
Chapter 99 Devouring the Forest Spirits
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,
Chapter 100 The Spiritual Space Fills
At this, the leopard finally seemed to register that it had encountered something out of the ordinary. It bolted toward the stream and fled along its bank. After running some distance, it plunged into the trees and disappeared into the depths of the old forest.Mo Qian watched the leopard flee, smiled slightly, and said: "After all, it is a beast."In truth he could have killed the leopard without much effort.But he was already quite tired and genuinely had no desire to cover himself in blood again.Mo Qian walked over, picked up the grilled fish that the leopard had knocked off the rock, blew the dust from it, and started eating.The grilled fish was enormously flavourful. Mo Qian ate with great relish, oil glistening at the corners of his mouth.After filling his stomach, Mo Qian rested for only a brief moment before his body was moving again. He jumped into the forest, leaping and shifting with the agility of a monkey, touching trees one after another.Six days later at noon, Mo Q