Chapter Thirteen: Mo Ran Takes Action

  Kong Rong sat quietly there, with a sense of adapting to all changes without changing himself.

  In fact, he just wants to change, but can't come up with anything new.

  At this time, however, he couldn't calm down to practice and just sat there like that.

  In his heart, he regretted it to death. He was originally a person who feared death extremely, with the sole purpose of seeking benefits and avoiding harm. Who would have thought that today, on his first solo descent down the mountain, he would encounter such a strange, difficult-to-decide yet seemingly extremely ominous thing.

  If I had known this would happen, I'd rather have stayed in that desolate wilderness getting rained on. At least it's better than sitting here waiting for the unknown fate to befall me.

  It was unknown how long had passed when the quarrel and shouting outside gradually stopped, but Kong Zhuo's heart was lifted.

  Silence, complete silence, deathly silence.

  The wind and rain outside the door suddenly stopped at this moment, and the entire sky was as if all sounds had disappeared.

  Kong Zhan's eyes narrowed as he sat, adjusting his vital energy to its best state. A faint glow flashed across the door, and it was like a sheet of paper that had been ignited by a spark, spreading irregularly around the wooden door before opening.

  The old woman walked in from the door, still dressed as she was not long ago, the only difference being that her body had a few more hints of bloodiness, and when she looked up, Kong Zhuo was taken aback.

  He was not stunned by the blood and wounds on his opponent's body, but because he found that the entire small teahouse had been completely flattened, with only this small room where he stood being protected by a mysterious treasure.

  "You're a lucky person, but also an unlucky one!" The old lady said, from her voice, Kong Zhuo could clearly feel the lack of energy, and looking at his shaky body, it was clear that he was seriously injured.

  "Senior, are you okay?"

  The title was naturally changed from "old man" to "senior".

  The old lady smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Luo Fu's person, right?!"

  "Good eyesight, senior!" Kong Zhuo said respectfully.

  "Hah!" The old lady burst out laughing, "Although my eyes are dim with age, this little bit of eyesight is not considered good eyesight. Alright, let's not say so much!" She walked a few more steps and came to the only small stool in the room, sat down.

  Slowly, after the body that seemed to be able to be blown down by a gentle breeze at any time sat steadily, she slowly raised her head, and Kong Zhuo was still standing there, with a respectful expression on his face.

  "Are you afraid?"

  "Scared to death!"

  The old lady's sparse eyebrows twitched, and she smiled, but this smile didn't last long. It seemed to have stirred up the injuries on her body, and a hint of bitterness appeared on her face. "You don't need to be afraid, I'm the one who should be afraid, I'm about to die!"

  Kong Zhan hastily said, "Senior is really good at joking, your cultivation is extremely high, how can you die?!"

  "I will certainly die. As long as I don't break through that last barrier, anyone will die. Didn't even the founding ancestor of your Luofu sect die? Let alone me!"

  "Uh——" Kong Zhuo was also at a loss for words, according to legend, the founder of our Luofu sect had ascended to heaven in broad daylight, how did he die in her mouth? But in this situation, it's better to shut up and listen to her.

  The old lady took a glance and said, "I know that in your Luoyang dialect he has ascended to heaven, but actually, he is dead!"

  Kong Rong chose silence.

  "In fact, you don't have to be afraid, because I no longer have the strength to kill you, but you can kill me at any time!"

  "Who knows whether you're telling the truth or lying, what if you're just pretending, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? I don't have the ability to discern whether you're really injured or not right now!" Kong Zuo thought to himself, still remaining silent.

  Looking at Kong Zhan, seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk, the old lady appeared somewhat uninterested. "Young man, I'm not deceiving you, I really am going to die. Hehe, just now in order to scare away those two guys, I used our sect's secret transmission to self-inflict injury on myself. Although it startled them away, but also exhausted my energy, and now that I've sat down, even wanting to stand up is impossible. It's also fortunate, you're here too!"

  Kong Zhan's face changed slightly, "If senior has anything to be done by junior, just speak up, as long as it is within junior's power, I will definitely help senior accomplish it!"

  "You're clever!" The old lady sighed, "Personally, I'm not very interested in this verbal promise, but there's one thing you guessed right, I do have something to ask for your help!"

  "Please give me your instructions!"

  "Will you help me if I tell you to?"

  "I will certainly do my best!"

  "Anyone can say nice things!" The old lady sneered, her right hand flashing out like lightning. Kong Zhuo was startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late. Those thin, bird-like fingers grasped his wrist firmly. The innate purple energy responded instinctively, but was forcibly suppressed by the icy true yuan on the old lady's hand.

  "You're so young, yet you have a cultivation close to the fourth level. Indeed, not bad! Luo Fuwusword, whose disciple are you?" The old lady said.

  Kong Zhan's face showed a faint, bitter smile. Just now, he said he didn't have any strength left and could easily kill you, but now it seems that he can indeed kill someone easily, except the one being killed is me!

  "Jia Shi Mo Xiu, and not one of the five Shifu!"

  "What?!" The old lady's face revealed an extremely strange expression when she heard the name, and then her gaze at Kong Zhuang changed, "You are Mo Xiu's disciple, that wine ghost?"

  Kong Zhan's heart moved, "Senior knows my master!"

  Then he felt the old woman's hand loosen its grip on his wrist and the innate purple energy in his body returned to normal.

  The old lady looked at Kong Zhuo up and down again, "Hmmm, although you've gained some weight, your temper and personality are about 80% similar to his. How is that little rascal doing?"

  "Little rascal!" Kong Zhuo's face was extremely embarrassed, "Uh, that is, although the master is a bit strange, but he can't be called a rascal!"

  The old lady raised an eyebrow, "Right, what you said is correct, he's not a turtle egg, he's a damn fool!"

  Kong Zhan was speechless, the fat on his body began to quiver, but the smile on his face became even more humble and gentle, however, the innate purple energy inside him was running in an extremely secretive way.

  "What the elder said makes sense, sometimes my master is quite..."

  His voice suddenly paused, a white strip suddenly appeared on his wrist and shot towards the old lady's brow.

  The old lady seemed a bit surprised, but apparently didn't put Kong Zhuo's sword in her eyes. Neither the speed nor the force was placed in her eyes, so she casually stretched out her hand and pulled it out. A golden light flashed on her hand, wanting to pull out that white practice sword. However, what made her unexpected was that she didn't pull out anything. The white practice sword suddenly flashed at the moment when it was about to touch the golden light.

  It was a slight tremble, but it was this slight tremble that allowed it to narrowly avoid the golden light by an extremely small margin.

  In a very strange moment, the old lady's eyes burst with colorful light. Just as the white flying sword was about to hit her forehead, two green rays shot out from her eyes and intercepted Kong Zhong's flying sword. The green rays and the white flying sword touched and separated immediately, stirring up a wave of ripples around them.

  Kong Zhan let out a low hum, his body retreating one step, and with a flip of his left hand, the white silk suddenly burst forth with a brilliant light, conjuring up an aura like a bright moon in mid-air.

  "Taohuaxuan Yuejian!"

  Apart from the initial shock, the old lady had no more time to think. Her right hand rose, and the light of Taohuaxuan's sword flashed and disappeared. Kong Zhong's movements stagnated, his eyes suddenly froze, as if he hadn't thought about it at all. His stout body shot backwards, crashing through the back wall of the small hut.

  Run like crazy!

  Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the strange old woman only stretched out two fingers and pinched his hard-won short sword, what else could he think of?

  With such strength, just stretching out half a finger would be enough to poke him to death, and he could only run away.

  Run! That sword is precious, but if you lose your life, it's useless to have a treasure, isn't it?

  What if Master blames me?

  It's nothing serious, when the time comes, I'll just say it was because this old guy scolded my master that I took action. Unfortunately, my skills are not as good as others. In the end, it's still because Master didn't teach me well enough. Why don't you help me vent some anger instead?

  So he ran without hesitation, running with a clear conscience and an air of confidence.

  The old woman was taken aback by Kong Zhan's words, and then burst out laughing with a loud "heh heh". But before she could finish her laughter, it suddenly stopped. The skin on her face, which was as rough as tree bark, turned deathly pale in an instant, like snow. A mouthful of dark purple blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth.

  A hint of sorrow flashed across her eyes, only to be replaced by a murky color in an instant. Her left hand made a slight gesture, and a flash of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye flickered for a moment before rapidly covering the direction where Kong Zhuo had escaped.

  Kong Zhuang increased his strength and ran wildly, not daring to look back at all. Just when he thought he had escaped the old hag's clutches, he crashed head-on into a web-like object. Suddenly, several silver threads appeared, binding him tightly, and his body began to rapidly retreat backwards at a speed more than ten times faster than his original escape.

  "Oh no!"