Chapter 58: Bitter Cultivation of Flying Cloud Beheading Sword!

  Mo Bei did not return to the stone house, but instead passed through the vast expanse of stone houses scattered across the mountains and entered the Great Desert Mountain Range.

  "Hmm... I remember the last time I went to that transmission hall, I found a place in the desert mountain where the spiritual energy is more concentrated. Practicing there should improve my swordsmanship." Mo Bei walked along the winding path in the mountains, turning left and right as he recalled his memories.

  The thorns grew thicker and thicker, blocking his way forward.

  Mo Bei gazed at the thorny grass in front of him, his eyebrows slightly raised as he muttered to himself: "The spiritual energy ahead is getting thicker and thicker... but it's inevitable that there will be demonic beasts lurking in the Great Desert Mountain, should I go or not?"

  After a long while, Mo Bei couldn't resist the temptation of that thick and rich spiritual energy, gritted his teeth: "I'll go take a look."

  He parted the thorny thickets and drilled into them.

  After burning one stick of incense.

  He cleared a path through the thorny thickets and strode out with large strides, his long sword sweeping aside the grasses that blocked his way.

  His vision was suddenly broadened.

  In front of me is a vast expanse of greenery, and behind the open space, there is an emerald pool leaning against the cliff, with crystal-clear water.

  The waterfall plunges straight down three thousand feet.

  A majestic waterfall cascades down from the cliff top, plunging straight into a pool of water, creating a veil of mist. Under the sunlight, it reflects the sun's rays to form a series of intersecting, hazy rainbows.

  Too beautiful to behold.

  "What a rich spiritual energy." Mo Bei closed his eyes and subtly sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, opening his mouth with some surprise.

  "From now on, I'll practice sword here, it should greatly enhance my strength!"

  He thought for a moment, and the long sword suddenly came out of its scabbard. The sharp blade reflected the colorful rainbow light, dazzling to the eye.

  "Huh, what's that?" Mo Bei gazed at a small piece of green stone protruding from the water surface in the center of the pool. His playful heart arose, and he took two steps forward, his toes tapping rapidly on the water surface.

  He rolled up a gust of wind, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and landed lightly on the green stone.

  "Whoosh."

  Splashes of water filled the air, fiercely washing over Mo Bei.

  "That ancient sword move, 'Flying Clouds and Waterfall Slash', must be practiced at the bottom of a waterfall to grasp its true meaning. This place just so happens to have a waterfall, and the spiritual energy is very dense, it's truly a great location."

  Mo Bei stood calmly and ignored the waterfall that was pouring down from above, letting the water splash onto his head, soaking his collar.

  Mo Bei's face showed a hint of excitement, he wiped away the water droplets on his face and shook his wrist.

  The long sword suddenly stirred and burst out into the air.

  Under the rolling sword shadow, the splashed water droplets opened in all directions, making a gurgling sound.

  "Drink!" Mo Bei shouted in a low voice, his sword slicing through the air and striking down.

  The sword shadow cut through the void and slashed heavily on the flying waterfall.

  "Wow!"

  Above the flying waterfall, bursts of water splashed out in all directions, rolling and churning everywhere.

  And then, those continuous waves, once again returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.

  "Gu Jian Fei Yun Zhan, Feng Shui Liang Xi Rong He Jian Fa. Emphasizes the speed of sword release is extremely fast! Fast to the extreme!"

  "Mind is willing but body is weak!"

  "The ultimate skill in the world is speed, nothing can beat it! It's not unreasonable!"

  In his heart, Mo Bei thought of the profound meaning of Gu Jian Fei Yun's slash, muttering to himself: "The speed of drawing the sword, cutting off the water! Only when the flow of water is cut off can it be considered truly fast!"

  "Come again!" Mo Bei hastily retreated two steps, his arm folding back, and the momentum of his sword suddenly changed.

  The sword tip meets the waves splashing down from the flying waterfall and rushes upstream!

  "Splish splash splish!"

  The sword tip pierced countless water droplets, splitting them in two, and splashing open!

  "It's not over yet!" Mo Bei's ankle twisted, his waist suddenly tightened, and his body swayed as if a giant python was taking shape, ready to pounce at any moment.

  "Cut again!" Mo Bei's eyes gleamed with intensity as he shouted once more.

  One sword is unfinished, one sword has been released!

  The sword's momentum and moves were so fast that they almost produced a trail of broken sword shadows, continuously chopping, sweeping, and slashing across the continuous flying waterfalls.

  "Cheers!!"

  The entire waterfall below was filled with Mo Bei's thunderous roar, as well as the sound of splashing water. The strange birds were startled and fell down, only to fly up again.

  Two hours later.

  The sound of a thousand swords being swung and slashed in all directions, shaking the north, slowly dissipated.

  The waterfall still falls straight down.

  In the middle of the water pool, Mo Bei's clothes were floating. Mo Bei stood bare-chested on the green stone in the pool, with his right hand holding a sword and the tip pointing to the ground.

  Water droplets splashed on Mo Bei's body, slowly sliding down his chin, neck, and chest, gathering along his arms and the sword, dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.

  Mo Bei's eyes stared intently at the continuously slashing flying waterfall, allowing himself to be washed by the splashing water, motionless.

  "That ancient ravine's flying clouds slash, renowned for their swiftness. It is precisely the swift and unbroken, swift... swift... offensive will inevitably be fierce."

  "Wishing to cut off the water flow, being fast is not enough. One must also use a sharp and fierce attack to break its continuous momentum, only then can one cut off the water flow!"

  Mo Bei's hands tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, his eyebrows inverted, and his eyes stared fixedly at a certain point, concentrating his spirit.

  The true energy in his body flowed endlessly along with the flow of his meridians, finally pouring into both arms.

  "Give it to me, open!" Mo Bei suddenly shouted loudly, his left foot fiercely retreated half a step, his waist suddenly twisted, and the muscles all over his body instantly contracted, producing a huge pulling force, like a giant python swinging its tail!

  The true energy transformed into power on both arms, all surging into the sword's edge.

  The sword body trembled rapidly, humming softly. Sweeping horizontally, it transformed into a sharp blade, cutting straight down onto the flying waterfall.

  "Whoosh!"

  A pungent wind burst out, accompanied by the power bursting forth from the sword body, transforming into a powerful impact force that instantly tore through the continuous waves.

  That continuous waterfall was suddenly torn apart by a small gap, as if it had been cut off.

  In an instant, the flying waterfall returned to its original state once again.

  Although it was just for a moment.

  Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, and a burst of bright light flashed out: "Indeed, the profound meaning I just grasped is correct!"

  "Come again!"

  ……

  Until the sunset has fallen into the midst of the mountains.

  Mo Bei had just stepped onto the bluestone by the pond, and then tread on the water's surface, splashing up ripples of water marks, falling onto the empty ground.

  "Hmm, not bad. Practicing the Ancient Brook Flying Cloud Slash under that waterfall is indeed effective. This place has a rich spiritual energy, I'll come here to practice my sword in the future!"

  Mo Bei dressed properly, carrying his long sword back on the original road. Along the way, he covered up those thorns that had been trampled or chopped by him to prevent others from discovering this place.

  When he returned to his stone hut, it was already very late. Mo Bei quietly and silently returned to his own stone hut and slept soundly.

  The next day.

  "Big brother! Big brother! Big big big big brother!"

  Mo Bei was woken up by a loud, ear-piercing scream outside the stone house that sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

  "It's a girl." Mo Bei rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawning, and opened the stone house with a somewhat listless expression.

  Outside.

  Long Hao Tian was already dressed and ready, full of energy and ambition, with an air of being fully prepared to set off.

  After seeing Mo Bei come out, Long Hao Tian excitedly said: "Boss, boss, we should set off now, didn't you say that today we're going to kill the Sea Spirit Frog?"

  Mo Bei raised an eyebrow and ignored Long Hao Tian.

  His gaze slightly tilted, glancing at Long Hao Tian's back.

  A piece of dark obscurity.

  Mo Bei raised his head again and glanced up at the sky.

  That round moon is in the sky, shining with a clear and gentle moonlight.

  Mo Bei's gaze fell on Long Hao Tian once again.

  The latter leaned in closer, with a more affectionate smile on his face, the corners of his mouth curled up even further, filled with flattering intentions.

  "Damn it! How many more times?! " Mo Bei was about to go crazy, and he kicked Long Hao Tian's butt fiercely, cursing loudly.

  Long Haitian dodged too late, took a painful hit, and clutched his buttocks with a pained expression: "Boss, the early bird gets the worm, right?"

  "Hey, boss... if we don't go now, those sea spirit frogs will be all gone..." Long Hao Tian said with a flattering expression.

  "You wait a moment." Mo Bei was disturbed by him and now had no sleepiness, returned to the stone house to dress up, and came out with his sword.

  The night is clear and cold, with inky blackness spreading everywhere.

  Two people walked side by side, merging into the pitch-black night, boarded a flying boat, and came to that island again, stepping into the dense forest.

  "Sand, sand, sand..." The two of them tread on the sandy beach, making a series of soft footsteps.

  The entire island was shrouded in an eerie silence.

  For a moment, Mo Bei and Long Hao Tian's footsteps sounded particularly jarring.

  The first day of the month had not yet arrived, and a hint of coolness still lingered in the air.

  Long Haitian couldn't help but shiver, but the excitement and thrill on his face was impossible to conceal: "Boss, boss, how many Sea Spirit Frogs do you think we can kill today?"

  "Big brother, the sea spirit frog is in your hands, it's not even worth a fart!"

  Mo Bei walked silently in front, carrying his sword.

  Long Hao Tian shrunk his neck, with a smile all over his face, following closely behind him, not caring whether Mo Bei would respond or not, chattering non-stop:

  "Awesome, awesome...... You're really too powerful, that Sea Spirit Frog..."

  "Nonsense! Of course the boss is formidable. Doesn't he know whose boss it is?"

  In the end, Mo Bei ignored him all the way, and Long Hao Tian started talking to himself.

  Accompanied by Long Hao Tian's chatter and murmurs.

  Two people walked into the dense forest.

  "Shut up." Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and cautiously sized up his surroundings before softly reprimanding.

  Long Hao Tian immediately shut his mouth and followed Mo Bei to observe their surroundings.

  "Older brother......" After a while, Long Hao Tian couldn't hold it in anymore and whispered: "Have you noticed that today, the dense forest seems to be very quiet?"

  This time, Mo Bei didn't scold him again, but nodded instead. His eyes flickered with a hint of speculation as he muttered to himself: "Could it be... that those demonic beasts haven't woken up yet?"

  "Boss is indeed formidable, perceptive as a autumn hair! " Long Hao Tian immediately followed with a flattering remark, giving a thumbs up and said with a serious face.

  "Shut up."

  "Oh."

  Suddenly.

  In the grass thicket not far in front of Mo Bei, suddenly moved slightly.

  Mo Bei's two spirits suddenly tightened, and the two of them looked at the grass bush without saying a word.