Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 995: Chapter 39: How Could There Be a Path to Immortality in This World? (Part 1)

They had a very beautiful name in ancient times: Four Spirits of Heaven.

The so-called Four Spirits of Heaven, also known as the ‘Four Divine Beasts’, are the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

In today’s demon world, Xuanyuan Palace is uniquely respected, but Xuanyuan Palace cannot strictly be counted as part of the demon world’s coalition. Therefore, the orthodox in the demon world, the races that can become superior races, are the bloodlines left behind by these Four Spirits of Heaven.

That is precisely what Mo Mo saw now, positioned ahead of the Purple Star Young Master of the Greedy Wolf Clan, the representatives of the Yao Association.

The leaders are Cang Jin Shui from the Azure Dragon Clan, Young Master Huang Baifu from the White Tiger Clan, Priest Qu Xinghe from the Vermilion Bird Clan, and Elder Ming Tus Mountain from the Black Tortoise Clan.

Even if dormant, Mo Mo could feel the enormous demonic power in the air, almost solidifying… It is said that there is also a super powerful demon within the Xuanyuan Palace, though it’s uncertain how they compare to these representatives of the Four Spirits bloodline.

There were six seats for the Yao Association this time; besides the four clans and the Greedy Wolf Clan, the last seat was occupied by a haggard man in black clothing, with a pale face.

Mo Mo noticed that the man’s gaze was fixed on him… there seemed to be no hostility, yet it made him feel strangely uncomfortable, prompting him to glance at the name tag.

City Lord Xiao Shengmo of Fengdu City.

The Ghost Clan’s City Lord?

Mo Mo frowned quietly, suddenly realizing why the Fengdu City Lord was looking at him so peculiarly… Strictly speaking, the Tianshi of Dragon Tiger Mountain is likely the most hostile figure to the citizens of Fengdu Ghost City.

The Tianshi of Dragon Tiger Mountain wielded power to sweep away malevolent spirits in various places… That Ghost City probably harbors quite a few enemies.

Lai Caisheng looked at Miss Gong, who served as the Secretary; she nodded and stood up. She held a box, and upon opening it, revealed three bottles containing a deep blue liquid.

“This is ‘Heavenly Tears’,” Miss Gong announced casually. “Recently acquired from our operations in Yunnan. The ‘Michael Club’ seems to be selling it as a new type of drug. Typically, it’s traded in a heavily diluted form. These three bottles are the genuine ‘Heavenly Tears’, captured in a recent shipment.”

Pausing briefly, Miss Gong continued solemnly, “Additionally, according to the intelligence from the ‘Special National Land Administration Bureau’, the person secretly controlling these trades in our country is called ‘Mr. Sun’. He is likely an important member of the ‘Michael Club’, and anyone who receives information about him in the future, please inform us.”

At this moment, the White Tiger Clan’s Young Master Huang Baifu yawned and said leisurely, “Keeping world peace isn’t really our demon world thing. I’m only interested in this so-called Heavenly Tears. Quit with the useless talk. Didn’t you say to test this stuff’s power right here? Keep dragging on, and I’ll fall asleep.”

Miss Gong glanced at Lai Caisheng, who subtly nodded, then responded calmly, “Since Young Master Huang is so eager, let’s begin now… Could the representatives from the Yao Association send someone forward?”

Ignoring the hassle, Huang Baifu stood up and stretched his neck, saying, “No need for complications, let me loosen up my muscles!”

“Young Master Huang…” Miss Gong frowned, ready to speak.

Unexpectedly, Lai Caisheng waved his hand with a slight smile, saying, “Since Young Master Huang is interested, that would be best.”

Huang Baifu glanced at Lai Caisheng, “So, are you my opponent? It’s said you’re the top young talent in the Taoism-cultivated field. I’m really curious about your skills.”

“It’s just that seniors praise me,” Lai Caisheng replied nonchalantly. “Clothed Daoist focuses on stargazing and divination. Martial skills are not our forte, I probably can’t last a move against Young Master Huang… Your opponent will be him, Mo Mo, heir to the orthodox legacy of the Taoist Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain.”

Huang Baifu didn’t mind the failed provocation, shrugged, and addressed Mo Mo, “The heir of Zhang Daoling’s legacy is barely qualified.”

“Please, everyone, move inside the Mountain Villa.” Miss Gong promptly suggested.

…

Since it was Mo Mo’s first time at Wolong Mountain Villa, everything here was extraordinarily unfamiliar. Thus, when everyone followed Miss Gong inside, he couldn’t help but be amazed by the construction.

The term ‘inside’ actually meant moving underground—here, an enormous martial arts arena had been artificially constructed.

However, the vast square area wasn’t tidy, as Mo Mo observed multiple signs of destruction… This martial arts stage was evidently not idle.

Now, the Yao Association and Daoist Association stood on opposite sides of the stage, clearly distinct.

White Tiger Young Master Huang Baifu had already jumped to the center of the stage, while Mo Mo hadn’t yet, as Miss Gong spoke to him.

“Mr. Mo Mo, keep this bottle of Heavenly Tears for now,” Miss Gong instructed sternly. “We hope you endeavor to refrain from using it at first.”

Mo Mo nodded in agreement, “To demonstrate its power, right… and to use it only if I can’t win?”

“Precisely,” Miss Gong nodded. “I certainly don’t underestimate you, Mr. Mo Mo. But your opponent is the Young Master from the White Tiger Clan… Since Huang Baifu is representing the White Tiger Clan, you surely know what this signifies.”

Mo Mo acknowledged solemnly, “Heard the Four Spirits Clan possess the inheritance of the Four Divine Beasts; the most powerful descendants within each clan are protected by the Divine Beasts, making their strength unfathomable.”

Miss Gong added, “Furthermore, Huang Baifu is one of the few in recent hundred years within the White Tiger Clan to display ancestral reversion in his bloodline. Rumor has it, without employing the White Tiger’s inherited power, he once held his ground against Cang Jinshui, the current leader of the Azure Dragon Clan.”

“This bone is not just hard to gnaw…” Mo Mo chuckled bitterly, “It’s probably unchewable.”

“Don’t worry too much, Mr. Mo Mo,” Miss Gong reassured earnestly. “The Daoist Association representatives present won’t let harm befall you.”

This, Mo Mo understood instinctively… Although it’s a trial for this ‘Heavenly Tears’, it’s essentially a pretext for resolving issues between the Dao and demon sides, coincidentally getting caught up himself.

Reflecting now… Was Miss Gong’s timing too coincidental? He had just finished speaking with Captain Ling Feng when she appeared immediately, making this request, as if knowing he’d agree all along.

Suddenly, Mo Mo’s mind shifted, asking quickly, “Did Lai Caisheng send you out initially?”

Momentarily startled, Miss Gong soon resumed her calm, responding lightly, “I mentioned sensing fluctuations outside, worried something might be wrong, hence I came out.”

“Indeed.” Mo Mo waved his hand casually, “Regardless of intent, engaging with the White Tiger Clan’s most talented member is truly a rare opportunity. Setting aside the underlying reasons, I’m quite willing for a duel with Huang Baifu.”

Miss Gong remained silent for a while before nodding and saying, “Since that’s the case, please go to the stage, Mr. Mo Mo.”

Mo Mo chuckled casually at this moment and walked towards the martial arts stage.

“If you use Heavenly Tears, it’s best to use Divine Beating Technique to strengthen your body… Also, it’s best not to exceed three minutes,” Miss Gong suddenly whispered from behind Mo Mo.

Mo Mo turned around, smiled slightly, and whistled, “Has anyone ever told you that you are actually quite pretty?”

Without waiting for Miss Gong’s response, Mo Mo flipped and leapt onto the martial arts stage, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Huang Baifu, saying loudly, “I came in a hurry and didn’t bring anything with me. Anyone convenient to lend me a peachwood sword?”

Huang Baifu sneered, “Peachwood sword? Such a great skill.”

Mo Mo shook his head and said, “I’m just used to using peachwood swords. Hasn’t anyone told you that we Taoist Masters from Dragon Tiger Mountain usually use peachwood swords for spells to subdue demons?”

“Interesting.” Huang Baifu suddenly laughed loudly, “If you survive, I’ll treat you to a drink!”

“Then I’ll thank you in advance.” Mo Mo chuckled lightly, at this moment a sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came, and a streak of light instantly shot before Mo Mo.

He looked closely and found it was indeed a peachwood sword – but this peachwood sword was entirely black, emitting a dark glow.

“This sword is named Black Nether, picked from a fearless Taoist, I’ll give it to you!”

Mo Mo followed the voice, surprised with his mouth agape… because the one who offered the sword was not his fellow Daoist Association member, but rather the City Lord from the Yao Association of Fengdu City.

His face appeared somber and uncertain, showing no emotion or fellow intentions, leaving one uncertain of his true thoughts.

Mo Mo lifted the black peachwood sword, and instantly, a fierce murderous aura surged through his body, causing him to shiver and freeze in place.

Huang Baifu frowned at the City Lord of Fengdu City at this moment and said, “Xiao Shengmo, I don’t require your unnecessary actions while dueling with this young Taoist.”

The City Lord of Fengdu Ghost City merely sneered but said nothing.

Unexpectedly, Mo Mo let out a long breath at this moment and bowed to the City Lord of Fengdu City, saying, “Thank you, senior, for the gift of the sword!”

Mo Mo now held the peachwood sword, and his mana surged like thousands of galloping horses, causing the black sword to vibrate, as if rejoicing.

“Heh, Elder Changhe took a good disciple; at such a young age, his mana cultivation is actually so profound, rare, rare,” a white-browed elder from the Daoist Association stroked his beard and smiled, “Looking at him, he’s one step away from unity with Dao.”

The people around glanced at this elder, only to see him sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes, starting meditation directly after speaking.

But no one dared to disturb this white-browed elder’s meditation, for he held a highly respected position not only within the Daoist Association but throughout the Taoism-cultivated field.

They once again looked towards the martial arts stage.

Mo Mo has already taken the lead to attack Huang Baifu, and in an instant, the martial arts stage saw dozens of black winds appear, emerging from the black peachwood sword!

…

…

Mo Mo slowly exhaled at this moment, looking at the young senior before him… speaking of which, he still doesn’t know the true name of this senior.

He didn’t quite believe that the name he heard while at the seaside Lv Village was the real name of this senior, there must be some concealment.

“Huang Baifu really deserves to be the most talented of the White Tiger Clan,” Mo Mo smiled bitterly at this moment, “Even though I acquired the black peachwood sword that day, and felt my power greatly increased, I still couldn’t break Huang Baifu’s defenses, in the end, I had to use Heavenly Tears.”

Mo Mo’s expression became a bit complicated at this moment.

“Unwilling?” Luo Qiu looked at him.

“There are inherent differences between the Human Race and the demons,” Mo Mo quickly regained his spirit, “Moreover, Huang Baifu has the bloodline of the White Tiger from the Four Divine Beasts, losing to him doesn’t feel unjust. It’s just a pity that I couldn’t even force him to reveal his true power in the end.”

“How was the effect of Heavenly Tears?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Apparently knowing the senior would inquire about this, Mo Mo instantly replied, “It was very peculiar, after using that, my mana surged nearly threefold, and my physical energy was abnormally abundant, even giving me an illusion… that I was invincible. Moreover, I couldn’t feel any pain, and my reflexes improved significantly. But still couldn’t surpass Huang Baifu. That the ‘Michael Club’ in the Western World could develop such a drug, truly astonishing.”

Mo Mo pondered, “But what astonishes more is that Heavenly Tears can also be effective for cultivators like us… If not for its severe side effects, I assume many would vie for it.”

Luo Qiu seemed disinterested in this point, but curiously asked, “What happened then?”

Mo Mo recalled, “The duel ended in my utter defeat, afterward I fell into a coma due to the effects of Heavenly Tears. Few seniors from the Daoist Association helped me recover not only my injuries but also refined my mana, bringing my power further… in some senses, it felt like a blessing in disguise. However, it felt more like remuneration for being a test subject this time.”

Mo Mo looked into the eyes of the senior before him, finding them always calm, Mo Mo couldn’t help but scratch his head and said, “Honestly, there’s a bit of discomfort feeling being schemed, but the Daoist Association compensated me… thinking that way, everything feels less troublesome.”

“Why?”

“Why…” Mo Mo paused, subconsciously said, “In Taoism, we remove obstacles, maintain tranquility and non-action; if one emphasizes causality too much, wouldn’t it be falling behind? Besides, obsession due to this might affect my cultivation technique… with excessive hostility, how could one talk about Dao?”

“What about now?” Luo Qiu said calmly, “Earlier you mentioned that the poison on your body was given by people from the Taoism-cultivated field… do you still hold that view now?”

Mo Mo fell silent instantly, sighed, and gently said, “It feels like something went wrong somewhere… human heart.”