PDLP Chapter 24 Old Master Mo's Teachings
Chapter 24 Old Master Mo's Teachings
When injuries are too severe, possession becomes a cultivator's last resort to save their life.
Whether a possession is successful or not generally depends on the relative strength of the souls; therefore, it is almost impossible for a lower-level cultivator to possess a higher-level cultivator.
In addition to these, there are two other extremely important points.
The first thing is to master the secret technique of possession, because the souls of cultivators below the Nascent Soul level cannot leave their bodies on their own; only by relying on the secret technique can the soul be forcibly forced out.
This is also why Xiao Ming was almost unprepared; he never expected that a rogue cultivator would possess a body-snatching technique.
Secondly, it is crucial to seize the opportunity. Once a soul below the Nascent Soul level leaves the body, it is like a tree without roots, rapidly weakening until it dissipates. If suddenly attacked, it will be completely destroyed, making it extremely dangerous.
Old Mo's timing was excellent, but unfortunately he miscalculated one step in the end.
"Old Mo, do you want to possess my body?" Xiao Ming looked at Old Mo with a mixture of shock and anger.
"That's right," Old Mo readily admitted.
"Throughout my life, I, Mo, have acted with integrity and uprightness. For this, I offended many people and sacrificed many opportunities in my youth; otherwise, I might have had the chance to reach the Foundation Establishment stage. But I have never regretted it, because having a clear conscience and clear thinking have always been my guiding principles..."
At this point, Mr. Mo's tone carried a hint of pride, but that pride quickly turned into self-deprecation.
"I have lived a lonely life, with no ties on my path of cultivation. I thought that if I died one day, I would just be dead, nothing more than a pile of bones and yellow earth by the roadside. What would I have to worry about after death? But I never expected that when I was really about to die, I would be afraid. In the end..."
"I'm not reconciled!"
"Is this your last words?" Xiao Ming looked at him coldly.
Repay kindness with kindness and repay injustice with justice—this has always been Xiao Ming's motto.
He will always remember those who have been kind to him, but he will never be soft-hearted towards those who want to harm him.
Old Mo raised his head and met Xiao Ming's gaze, then shook his head.
"Xiao Ming, you are too kind by nature. Because of the great changes you have experienced before, you seem to be cautious and thoughtful in your actions. However, when you actually do things, you often act impulsively and are too clear about your grudges. This is not conducive to your long journey on the path of immortality."
"I have a piece of advice for you: whether you are grateful or resentful, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment or easily trust others in the future."
Xiao Ming was stunned. He thought the other party would try to negotiate some conditions with him or simply beg for mercy, but he didn't expect that the other party's last words were advice to him.
This made Xiao Ming's gaze towards the other party more complicated. If it weren't for the undeniable fact that what the other party had done earlier, Xiao Ming would have suspected that the other party had some kind of difficulty. He was still the kind and honest elder that he respected.
"I will remember Elder Mo's words."
Xiao Ming bowed respectfully.
The next moment, the flying sword suddenly pierced down, penetrating Old Mo's heart.
One fatal blow!
With the passing of Elder Mo, the already dying winged centipede also perished.
Xiao Ming dared not be careless. He controlled his flying sword to cut the winged centipede into eight pieces, and then pointed at Mo Lao's waist.
As the sword light fell, Elder Mo's storage bag exploded, and a large amount of items flew out.
After confirming that there was no more trickery, Xiao Ming carefully examined the items on the ground and picked up the more valuable ones.
After doing all that, Xiao Ming began clearing away the obstacles.
The previous lava pool had been transformed into a lava lake due to the influence of the earth's veins. Fortunately, the stone platform did not sink; instead, it was raised by ten feet due to the magical influence of the earth dragon beast.
On the stone platform lay the remains of two corpses: one consisting only of the lower half of the body, and the other a skeleton scattered on the ground.
Xiao Ming stood a certain distance away and fired two fireballs, igniting the remains of the two corpses.
Xiao Ming watched as the two remains were completely reduced to ashes before he walked over with peace of mind and found two storage bags and a beast-taming bag among the ashes.
Clearly, both of their storage bags were high-quality products from their respective sects, possessing a certain degree of fire resistance.
Xiao Ming first opened Shi Huai's storage bag. To Xiao Ming's surprise, this sect disciple at the peak of Qi Refining was not as wealthy as he had imagined.
The spirit stones were less than a hundred, and the only magic weapon had been bitten to pieces by the earth dragon beast.
"That's impossible, how could they be so poor?" Xiao Ming searched again and then took out a small bottle.
The words "Spirit Building Elixir" were prominently displayed above.
"It's actually the Spirit Foundation Establishment Elixir!" Xiao Ming's face lit up with joy. This was a precious medicine whose effects were second only to the Foundation Establishment Pill.
This explains why the man was so poor.
Then Xiao Ming looked at the last storage bag, which belonged to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
As the storage bag was opened, a large amount of items were poured out.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator's possessions were indeed abundant; the small mountain of spirit stones alone was taller than a person, and some of the spirit stones were twice the size of ordinary spirit stones, containing even purer and more abundant spiritual energy.
These are mid-grade spirit stones; one of them is equivalent to one hundred ordinary spirit stones.
A rough estimate puts this place at least at the value of two thousand low-grade spirit stones.
The sheer number of spirit stones nearly blinded Xiao Ming, but the next magical artifact attracted his attention even more.
This is an ancient bronze mirror, engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns, exuding a rich spiritual aura; it is clearly extraordinary.
"Could this be a high-grade magic artifact!" Xiao Mingqiang suppressed his excitement and carefully put the bronze mirror away.
Besides these, the storage bag contained mostly bottles and jars.
Xiao Ming went through the bottles and jars roughly and found that most of them contained things like demonic beast blood, secretions, or feed, and many of them had lost their spirituality.
Xiao Ming didn't know the purpose of these bottles and jars, but since they were items from a Foundation Establishment cultivator's storage bag, he decided to keep them all.
After sorting through the bottles and jars, all that remained were some jade slips and books.
As expected, most of them were related to raising mythical beasts.
Only one animal hide puzzled Xiao Ming. It seemed to be a map, but the place names drawn on it were completely unfamiliar to Xiao Ming; he had never heard of them before.
Unable to find any clues, Xiao Ming had no choice but to put them all away.
After looking through the storage bag, Xiao Ming only had a beast-taming bag left in his hand.
After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Ming ultimately decided against opening it.
Xiao Ming had never forgotten how Shi Huai had accidentally released a fourth-tier demonic beast and ended up dying a gruesome death.
He dared not gamble on whether there were any living monsters inside.
It couldn't be easier for a Foundation Establishment cultivator's captured pet to kill a Qi Refining Stage 4 cultivator like himself.
Xiao Ming had made up his mind that he would never open the beast-taming bag unless he had absolute strength.
After thoroughly inspecting the entire cave, inside and out, and confirming that nothing had been missed, Xiao Ming left the cave.
He also carried out the bodies of Ye Lin and the others one by one.
Xiao Ming chose a flat spot nearby and buried the four corpses one by one, erecting an unmarked tombstone.
Before this, Xiao Ming never imagined that the consequences of this cave exploration would be so terrible.
Looking at the four newly formed mounds, Xiao Ming was momentarily dazed, experiencing a sense of absurdity, as if he were in another world.
It was as if he could see the four of them nodding and smiling at Xiao Ming again, just like in the old days. Scenes of how the four of them had taken good care of him flashed through his memory.
A strange sense of loneliness welled up in my heart.
Xiao Ming stood before the four grave mounds for a long time, until the sky gradually darkened, before he summoned his flying sword.
Facing the gentle breeze and the sunset, Xiao Ming galloped across the land, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipating, turning into determination and indifference.