Chapter 262: Who Taught You?
As the source of all chaos, the pitted roads of the small town were already buried under streaks of dim bloodstains and severed human limbs from unknown parts. Walking on the ground was like stepping into a pile of mushy flesh paste, making squelching sounds.
The man’s only half-pale face twitched slightly under the sun. Qin Mo stood at the doorway of the orphanage, gazing at the only pure land in this hellish landscape before him. The big iron gate, weathered by decades of wind and rain, was mottled, old, and on the verge of collapse. Shocking red palm prints covered the surface of the iron gate, the final desperate struggles of people in their last moments of life. Now, the bloodstains had dried, forming one strange pattern after another.
Not only the main entrance but also the old courtyard wall of the orphanage was covered in similar terrifying traces. Tens of thousands of zombies had effectively surrounded the orphanage. They screamed and wailed, their fingernails scraping against the walls and the iron gate, producing a nauseating creaking sound. It was strange, however, that no matter how precarious the iron gate seemed, as if it would crash down the next moment, it still stood firm, protecting the only survivors in this town.
It was upon seeing this that Qin Mo approached. The blood fiend he cultivated originated from the same source as the zombie horde, but on a higher level. Although these low-level zombies had no self-awareness, driven by instinct, they still made way for him. As he set foot on this path paved with severed limbs and torn flesh, a genuine smile appeared on the man’s face. What a wonderful experience this was… This world will be rewritten by me…
Qin Mo spread his arms wide in intoxicated bliss, as if embracing the world. The corners of his pale mouth curved slowly as he reveled in the masterpiece he had personally created. It was just a pity that there were not nearly enough viewers for his masterpiece… Thinking this, the man emerged from his intoxication, regaining a sliver of clarity. So… why exactly was this dilapidated orphanage before his eyes able to hold on until now?
Qin Mo’s gaze pierced through the gaps in the iron gate and met those of a girl standing quietly within. She seemed to be startled, then turned and left. Was she scared? The thought flashed through Qin Mo’s mind, and he frowned. The girl’s calm demeanor was unlike the expected reaction of an ordinary person facing such a scene.
Frowning, he took a step forward and placed his hand on the iron gate. The touch was slightly cool and a bit rough, seemingly no different from an ordinary iron gate at first glance. However, as a cultivator, Qin Mo could naturally sense the profound mystery within the iron gate. Faint spiritual energy fluctuations were transmitted from his hand. A knowing look appeared on Qin Mo’s face. This matched his previous guess perfectly. After all, there were no high-tech devices in sight; it must have been achieved by fellow cultivators.
“A formation…” the man muttered to himself, a gleam in his eyes. No wonder he found the sign so familiar when he first saw it. So this was where that idiot Zhang Asi had failed before! Qin Mo’s mindset shifted. Initially, he had only intended to investigate; breaking the gate would be a bonus, and if not, it wouldn’t matter. After all, the real layouts were in the twelve large cities. But upon learning it was where Zhang Asi had failed, his thoughts immediately changed. He, Qin Mo, would definitely break this gate! What you, Zhang Asi, cannot do, I, Qin Mo, will do! As fellow disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect, the difference in strength is clear, isn’t it? The change of heart stopped the man from leaving.
He circulated his cultivation technique, threads of blood-red light seeping from his fingertips and then attacking the wandering zombies around them. An endless stream of blood fiends was gathered onto Qin Mo through this method. Although it was temporary, the unprecedented power made him unable to help but take a deep breath, his expression showing intoxication. The next moment, his pale palm pressed against the iron gate again. Torrential blood fiends surged in his palm, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks against the formation on the iron gate.
Qin Mo actually had considerable research into formations. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to accomplish such a major feat under the watchful eyes of the authorities. He knew that the method he was using to break the formation was the most spirit energy-consuming and thankless one. But now, with his greatly inflated ego, he wanted to crush it head-on, using the most primitive and brutal method to vent his exhilaration! After enduring for so long, now that he had a chance, shouldn’t he be allowed to show off a little?
However, despite all this, Qin Mo was still inwardly alarmed. The exquisiteness of the formation before him was truly astonishing. Fortunately, the person who set up the formation was likely constrained by a lack of materials, using readily available items for its components, such as this mottled iron gate and the dilapidated courtyard wall. This was precisely where Qin Mo’s confidence in breaking the formation lay. After all, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without ingredients; what tricks could be played with such broken, even unworthy, materials? At the current pace, it would take at most another half an hour to break the formation and enter! When that time comes…
Thinking of the girl he had glimpsed earlier, a cruel expression appeared on Qin Mo’s face.
… …
Meanwhile. The young man, walking along the national road, finally quickened his pace. His expression was normal, and he wasn’t in a hurry. This was because before leaving Qing City, he had already set up a total of eighty-one layers of formations in the orphanage. The formations were self-sustaining and complementary, enough to deal with most of the crises in this world. Even if someone had the means to break the formations, they would have to peel layers off like an onion, one by one, before reaching the core. And even if they succeeded, they would still have to face the seven streaks of sword energy that Chen An had left on the girl. Each streak of sword energy, although forced to the Qi Refining realm due to his recent cultivation, was still the condensed power of a former Mahayana immortal. Cultivators of this era would have no power to resist. Therefore, Chen An was not particularly worried about Chen Xi’s safety.
The young man’s flowing plain clothes suddenly stopped. He casually took out his phone from his pocket and opened the message. Then Chen An could not help but be stunned. Because the phone was vibrating, it was an friend request with an anime two-dimensional female avatar. After returning to the real world, he rarely used his phone, and the number of people who knew his contact information was very small. The attachment note was concise, only three words. “It’s Older Sister.” The one who would refer to Chen An this way was likely that perpetually cold-faced girl.
So Chen An accepted, and while on his way, he casually sent a message. “Who taught you?” he asked. No reply came for a long time. He waited for about two to three minutes before the anime female avatar started to move. However, the reply was irrelevant. “Missed you.” These three short words seemed to have taken a long time for her on the other side of the screen to type.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 262: Who Taught You?
As the source of all chaos, the pitted roads of the small town were already buried under streaks of dim bloodstains and severed human limbs from unknown parts. Walking on the ground was like stepping into a pile of mushy flesh paste, making squelching sounds. The man’s only half-pale face twitched slightly under the sun. Qin Mo stood at the doorway of the orphanage, gazing at the only pure land in this hellish landscape before him.
The big iron gate, weathered by decades of wind and rain, was mottled, old, and on the verge of collapse. Shocking red palm prints covered the surface of the iron gate, the final desperate struggles of people in their last moments of life. Now, the bloodstains had dried, forming one strange pattern after another. Not only the main entrance but also the old courtyard wall of the orphanage was covered in similar terrifying traces. Tens of thousands of zombies had effectively surrounded the orphanage. They screamed and wailed, their fingernails scraping against the walls and the iron gate, producing a nauseating creaking sound.
It was strange, however, that no matter how precarious the iron gate seemed, as if it would crash down the next moment, it still stood firm, protecting the only survivors in this town. It was upon seeing this that Qin Mo approached. The blood fiend he cultivated originated from the same source as the zombie horde, but on a higher level. Although these low-level zombies had no self-awareness, driven by instinct, they still made way for him. As he set foot on this path paved with severed limbs and torn flesh, a genuine smile appeared on the man’s face. What a wonderful experience this was… This world will be rewritten by me…
Qin Mo spread his arms wide in intoxicated bliss, as if embracing the world. The corners of his pale mouth curved slowly as he reveled in the masterpiece he had personally created. It was just a pity that there were not nearly enough viewers for his masterpiece… Thinking this, the man emerged from his intoxication, regaining a sliver of clarity. So… why exactly was this dilapidated orphanage before his eyes able to hold on until now? Qin Mo’s gaze pierced through the gaps in the iron gate and met those of a girl standing quietly within. She seemed to be startled, then turned and left. Was she scared?
The thought flashed through Qin Mo’s mind, and he frowned. The girl’s calm demeanor was unlike the expected reaction of an ordinary person facing such a scene. Frowning, he took a step forward and placed his hand on the iron gate. The touch was slightly cool and a bit rough, seemingly no different from an ordinary iron gate at first glance. However, as a cultivator, Qin Mo could naturally sense the profound mystery within the iron gate. Faint spiritual energy fluctuations were transmitted from his hand. A knowing look appeared on Qin Mo’s face. This matched his previous guess perfectly.
After all, there were no high-tech devices in sight; it must have been achieved by fellow cultivators. “A formation…” the man muttered to himself, a gleam in his eyes. No wonder he found the sign so familiar when he first saw it. So this was where that idiot Zhang Asi had failed before! Qin Mo’s mindset shifted. Initially, he had only intended to investigate; breaking the gate would be a bonus, and if not, it wouldn’t matter. After all, the real layouts were in the twelve large cities. But upon learning it was where Zhang Asi had failed, his thoughts immediately changed. He, Qin Mo, would definitely break this gate! What you, Zhang Asi, cannot do, I, Qin Mo, will do!
As fellow disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect, the difference in strength is clear, isn’t it? The change of heart stopped the man from leaving. He circulated his cultivation technique, threads of blood-red light seeping from his fingertips and then attacking the wandering zombies around them. An endless stream of blood fiends was gathered onto Qin Mo through this method. Although it was temporary, the unprecedented power made him unable to help but take a deep breath, his expression showing intoxication. The next moment, his pale palm pressed against the iron gate again.
Torrential blood fiends surged in his palm, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks against the formation on the iron gate. Qin Mo actually had considerable research into formations. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to accomplish such a major feat under the watchful eyes of the authorities. He knew that the method he was using to break the formation was the most spirit energy-consuming and thankless one. But now, with his greatly inflated ego, he wanted to crush it head-on, using the most primitive and brutal method to vent his exhilaration! After enduring for so long, now that he had a chance, shouldn’t he be allowed to show off a little?
However, despite all this, Qin Mo was still inwardly alarmed. The exquisiteness of the formation before him was truly astonishing. Fortunately, the person who set up the formation was likely constrained by a lack of materials, using readily available items for its components, such as this mottled iron gate and the dilapidated courtyard wall. This was precisely where Qin Mo’s confidence in breaking the formation lay. After all, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without ingredients; what tricks could be played with such broken, even unworthy, materials? At the current pace, it would take at most another half an hour to break the formation and enter! When that time comes… Thinking of the girl he had glimpsed earlier, a cruel expression appeared on Qin Mo’s face.
… …
Meanwhile. The young man, walking along the national road, finally quickened his pace. His expression was normal, and he wasn’t in a hurry. This was because before leaving Qing City, he had already set up a total of eighty-one layers of formations in the orphanage. The formations were self-sustaining and complementary, enough to deal with most of the crises in this world. Even if someone had the means to break the formations, they would have to peel layers off like an onion, one by one, before reaching the core. And even if they succeeded, they would still have to face the seven streaks of sword energy that Chen An had left on the girl.
Each streak of sword energy, although forced to the Qi Refining realm due to his recent cultivation, was still the condensed power of a former Mahayana immortal. Cultivators of this era would have no power to resist. Therefore, Chen An was not particularly worried about Chen Xi’s safety. The young man’s flowing plain clothes suddenly stopped. He casually took out his phone from his pocket and opened the message. Then Chen An could not help but be stunned. Because the phone was vibrating, it was an friend request with an anime two-dimensional female avatar. After returning to the real world, he rarely used his phone, and the number of people who knew his contact information was very small.
The attachment note was concise, only three words. “It’s Older Sister.” The one who would refer to Chen An this way was likely that perpetually cold-faced girl. So Chen An accepted, and while on his way, he casually sent a message. “Who taught you?” he asked. No reply came for a long time. He waited for about two to three minutes before the anime female avatar started to move. However, the reply was irrelevant. “Missed you.” These three short words seemed to have taken a long time for her on the other side of the screen to type.
(End of this chapter)
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