Chapter 40: Master's Acquaintance

  This is a very desperate situation.

  The hand behind his head, as solid as a mountain, although it hadn't exerted any force, gave Kong Zhuo immense pressure. He knew that if the hand applied even the slightest bit of force, he would be finished, and not even his primordial spirit could escape.

  Although he had obtained the python pearl, he intended to refine it into a second yuan god. Unfortunately, this was still just an idea and far from becoming a reality because his first yuan god had not yet fully solidified. Cultivating a second yuan god would be simply ridiculous, so the python pearl remained quietly within his yuan god.

  Resistance is meaningless, the other party can quietly stand behind him without being detected by his gravity web, Kong Yan would be a fool to understand that the strength of the person behind him far surpasses his own.

  He then forced a smile all over his face.

  "I don't know which great person is playing this kind of joke on me?!"

  "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

  "That's not necessarily true!" Kong Zuo chuckled and said, while at this time, the little girl who was originally squatting on the ground stood up, with tears still wet on her face, a dazed look, stretched out her jade-like fingers, pointed at Kong Zuo's nose, and shouted loudly.

  "Grandpa, he's a bad guy!"

  I know!

  As soon as the words fell, Kong Zhuo felt a tightness in the back of his neck, and his whole body was lifted up. At the same time, a strand of pure and unparalleled energy emanated from Hao's hand, passing through Kong Zhuo's occipital bone, directly sealing off all the meridians in his body.

  In other words, after Kong Zhuang's powerful blow was released, he had no power to counterattack and was not much different from an ordinary person.

  " Innate Purple Qi, young friend, you are a disciple of Luo Fu!"

  His hand moved away from the back of his head, and an invisible force lifted Kong Zhuo's stout body.

  Floating in mid-air, although his hands and feet could move, he couldn't control his body anymore, so Kong Zhuo felt that his posture was quite comical.

  His body was moved by an invisible force, and he slowly turned around to clearly see the person standing behind him, who was called "grandfather" by the little girl.

  This is a young man in his thirties, of course, only on the surface, who knows what his real age is, with a handsome face, but with a cold air all over him.

  Especially those eyes like bottomless abyss stared at Kong Zhuo tightly.

  "You're so young, yet your cultivation has reached such a realm, it's astonishing! Who is your master?"

  "Hesitation, this... Master Mo Xiuxiu!"

  "Who——?!"

  That man heard the two words "Mo Xiu", his body suddenly shook violently, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes, "Who are you talking about? Mo Xiu?! Are you Mo Xiu's disciple?!"

  "Ah, cough, cough......!" At the same time he spoke, the invisible force that had been controlling Kong Zhuang suddenly tightened like a taut string, almost making it impossible for him to breathe.

  His eyebrows slightly raised, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, the pressure on Kong Zhuo's body also eased a little.

  "You're saying you're a disciple of that son of a bitch Mo Xiu?!"

  A wry smile spread across Kong Zhong's face once again, and he thought of the mysterious woman who claimed to be from the Demon Gate in that desolate village inn. Her reaction upon hearing Mo Xiu's name was almost identical to this person's.

  It seems that his own master is also quite famous, which is different from what he understood.

  As far as he knew, in the cultivation world, his master was just an ordinary figure, very ordinary, with no great achievements. In the entire cultivation world, there was not much fame because all the glory and prestige of their generation fell on Luo Fu's Five Swords. At most, someone like him was just an ordinary swordsman from a famous sect.

  But now this view seems to have reached a time when it needs to be changed.

  Whether it was the old woman met in that desolate village shop or the cultivator standing before him now, who was called "grandfather" by the little girl, their cultivation base was unfathomable. However, it could be inferred that their strength would absolutely not be below that of a Palm Teaching-level figure like Ling Jia. Compared to the other four swords in Luo Fu's Five Swords, they might even have an edge over those absolute top-notch experts in the cultivation world.

  It's not surprising that people have heard of Zuijian Mohu, but what's strange is that when they hear the name Mohu, they feel a sense of loss.

  The person in front of him obviously lost his composure after hearing Mo Xiu's name, and even his own strength was unstable.

  "It seems I still don't understand my master well enough!" Kong Zuo thought to himself, saying out loud, "My master is indeed Drunken Sword Unrested, but he's not a turtle egg, my master is a good person!"

  "Hmph, if he's a good person, then there wouldn't be any bad people in this world!" the man coldly snorted.

  "This senior, who keeps scolding and rebuking me, seems to be somewhat lacking in propriety. After all, I don't even know who you are, so even if I wanted to retort, I wouldn't know who to retort against!"

  "Now I believe you're that bastard's apprentice!" The man looked at Kong Zhuo, "My surname is Chen, my name is Chen Sen. Now, you can retort back!"

  "Chen Sen?!" Kong Zhuo's face showed a puzzled expression. Although there were many famous figures in the cultivation world, as a disciple of a prestigious sect, he should have heard of Chen Sen's name. Especially among the older and more powerful cultivators with strange temperaments, Luo Fu had told them about Chen Sen since they were young, precisely to avoid them unknowingly offending someone they shouldn't after leaving the mountain.

  But Chen Sen was something he had never heard of before.

  "You won't have heard of me, and the knowledge that Luofu teaches you won't mention my name!" Chen Sen's mouth curled up with a hint of cold intent. "You guys from those prestigious families, how would you even mention my name?!"

  "Orthodox!"

  Kong Zhan's mind suddenly had an inexplicable surge, a strange idea gushed out from his brain, "Could it be that the senior...?!"

  "What could it be?!" Chen Sen laughed.

  "Senior, you wouldn't be from the Demon Sect, would you?"

  "Huh?!" Chen Sen was slightly stunned after hearing that, "Why would you think I'm a member of the demonic cult?!"

  "Earlier, senior mentioned 'you guys from those prestigious families', isn't that clearly telling junior that you're not a decent person?"

  "Must one be either a righteous person or an evil cultist?"

  "That's not necessarily true, but in today's cultivation world, if it's not a renowned sect or a sword immortal, then the only ones who could have such attainments would be seniors from the demonic teachings. Moreover, in this cultivation world, perhaps only the seniors of the demonic teachings are high-level experts, our sect's elders wouldn't say that!"

  "Should I say you're being clever or ignorant?!" Chen Sen's face revealed a mocking smile to the extreme, "Do you think that in the cultivation world, apart from your so-called prestigious sects and demonic cults, there are no other people?! Do you think what you know of the cultivation world is all there is to it?! It's truly unknown how your master taught you!"

  "Excuse me for being ignorant, but aren't you a member of the demonic cult?!"

  "You're the one from the Demon Sect, you big villain!" The little girl walked over, her face still wet with tears, and without wiping them away, she looked puffed up with anger, and kicked Kong Zhuan's large buttocks, making him feel a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but cry out.

  "Ow, my little auntie, can't you be a bit gentler? My butt may have plenty of meat on it, but it still can't withstand your kicks!"

  "Ah...!" The little girl originally just wanted to kick him out of anger, but she didn't expect this kid to call her "little lady", and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although she didn't laugh, it was very hard to hold back, and combined with the still-wet tear stains, her facial expression became even more awkward.

  "You're not afraid of anything, are you!" Chen Sen looked at Kong Zhuo's rogue appearance. "However, it's also true that you're the apprentice of that wine ghost. I shouldn't kill you, but my Ink Slave Spirit Bird, which I've raised for 200 years, was killed by you just like that. If I let you off so easily, it would seem that I'm afraid of that wine ghost. So, little one, your death sentence can be commuted, but your punishment is unavoidable!"

  "Senior, no need to be polite," Kong Zuo said with a wry smile. "I'm fine with everything, it's just that I have a bad mouth. If I had known earlier that this bird was raised by you, I wouldn't have dared to touch it even if you killed me!"

  "You don't need to lift a finger, but your mouth has already done it!" Chen Sen said, "Han Er, take him down!"

  "Yes, Grandfather!" The little girl's face lit up with a happy smile as soon as she heard this. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Kong Zhong's collar, then leaped into the air and jumped down towards the hundred-foot-wide deep cave at the foot of the cliff.