Chapter 3

Sasa sasa sasa...

A group of people, holding torches, moved swiftly, their footsteps crisp on the frost-covered path.

"Are you sure this is the place?" The leader was a middle-aged man in a brown robe, with thick eyebrows and eyes like knives.

A servant, with a mournful face, replied hastily, "Attendant Yue, there's no mistake. Before Young Master Mo disappeared, he said he wanted to go to the northern cliff of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain to overlook the entire town of Fenzhen. If he fell, it could only be here. However, the northern cliff is over a thousand meters high and extremely steep. If he fell from there, Young Master Mo might..."

Before he could finish, the middle-aged man in the brown robe coldly interrupted, "Shut up! If anything happens to Young Master Mo, you'll join him."

The servant fell silent, his face pale, and dared not speak again.

"Attendant Yue, why make things difficult for a subordinate? You know very well how Qin Mo's temper has been since his cultivation stopped advancing. He's become quite eccentric."

A middle-aged man in a brown robe, with a kind face, sighed, "Standing on the northern cliff to overlook the town of Fenzhen is something Young Master Mo loves to do. However, in recent years, his temper has become strange and his will has waned. If he couldn't bear it any longer..."

The kind-faced man didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: Young Master Mo might have jumped off the cliff in a moment of despair.

The others in the group nodded silently, agreeing with his words.

Attendant Yue raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a blade, silencing them all.

"We must see him alive or find his body. Turn this place upside down if we have to, but we must find Young Master Mo." Attendant Yue gave the order in a deep voice and moved forward.

The kind-faced man and a scar-faced giant exchanged glances, then ran toward the northern cliff of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain without a word.

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The mountain wind howled, cold as a knife, sweeping through the treetops and scattering frost on the ground.

The night on the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain was extremely cold, even in midsummer, a layer of frost covered everything.

On a rock, Qin Mo sat cross-legged, the silver moonlight casting a silvery glow over him.

"The moon is at its zenith; he should be here soon." Qin Mo murmured to himself.

In his previous life, he was rescued at this time. Estimating the time, the Qin family's rescue team should be nearby.

Closing his eyes, he moved his ears slightly, and the sounds within a hundred feet became clear, as if they were happening right in front of him. The rustling of the wind, the chirping of insects, and the movements of animals were all as clear as if they were right before him.

Qin Mo was somewhat surprised. At the ninth level of a martial disciple, one could usually only hear sounds within fifty feet. His hearing clearly exceeded this range, comparable to that of a first-level martial artist.

A scene suddenly appeared in his mind. Qin Mo saw trees swaying in the wind and leaves trembling dozens of feet away.

Hearing as seeing!

Qin Mo was taken aback. This ability was beyond the scope of martial disciples and martial artists, indicating that the Body of Battle had many unique qualities after being activated, waiting for him to discover.

At this moment, the scene in his mind changed. Through "hearing as seeing," Qin Mo "saw" a group of people holding torches running toward him from a hundred feet away.

The two middle-aged men at the front of the group were two of the three major attendants of the Qin family. Qin Mo was very familiar with them. The one with eyes like knives was Attendant Yue, and the one with a kind face was Attendant Rong.

His gaze swept over each person in the group and suddenly focused on a scar-faced giant.

In his previous life, Qin Mo only remembered Attendants Yue and Rong in the rescue team. The others were outer court guards of the Qin family, and he was not familiar with them. However, at the age of 18, an event occurred that left a deep impression on him regarding the scar-faced giant.

"Zhao Yong!" Qin Mo savored the name.

Opening his eyes, Qin Mo saw the group emerge from the forest.

"Young Master Mo!" Seeing the figure of the young man on the rock, Attendant Yue's face lit up with joy, and he hurried over.

"Uncle Yue." Qin Mo smiled genuinely. Attendant Yue was the most trusted person by his grandfather, Qin Zhengxing, and he had always considered him family.

In his previous life, he was rescued because Uncle Yue thoroughly searched the mountain. Otherwise, he might have died in the cave. Later, when Fenzhen was attacked, Uncle Yue sacrificed himself to protect the Qin family's descendants, dying in the flames.

"Young Master Mo, are you hurt anywhere?" Checking Qin Mo's condition and finding only minor abrasions, Uncle Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Yue, you've worked hard. I'm fine, just recovering my strength, and still a bit weak." Qin Mo responded softly.

"Good, good." Uncle Yue nodded, "The family is in chaos. Now that you're safe, we can finally relax."

As he spoke, worried that Qin Mo might catch a chill, Uncle Yue took off his brown robe and draped it over him.

Not far away, the others who had followed also smiled, but their faces, illuminated by the torchlight, showed little genuine joy. Among them, Attendants Rong and the scar-faced giant looked particularly displeased at seeing Qin Mo unharmed.

Beside them, the servant had already fallen to the ground, sobbing and claiming he had failed to take good care of Qin Mo, and requesting punishment.

"This isn't your fault. If you had followed me to the northern cliff, you might not have been as lucky as I am and would have fallen to your death." Qin Mo smiled and pulled the servant up.

"What!?"

"What happened?"

The faces of those present changed dramatically. The servant was stunned, his expression blank, and he even forgot to cry.

"Someone ambushed me and I fell from the northern cliff." Uncle Yue's face darkened, "Young Master Mo, who ambushed you? Did you see who it was?"

In the crowd, Attendant Rong's face was grave, seemingly outraged by the ambush on Qin Mo, while the scar-faced giant, Zhao Yong, showed a series of emotions.

Qin Mo shook his head slightly, "It was a dark and windy night, and the mountain wind was too fierce. I didn't see who ambushed me."

"We must thoroughly investigate this matter when we return." Uncle Yue said coldly.

Standing up, Qin Mo's gaze shifted to Attendant Rong, as if noticing him for the first time. He said gratefully, "Attendant Rong is here too. Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's good that Young Master Mo is safe. There's no need to mention the hard work!" Attendant Rong quickly replied.

Qin Mo nodded and, as he turned, his left hand under the wide robe made a subtle movement. The sleeve of the robe casually swept over the chest of the scar-faced giant, and a palm wind was silently released.

Swift Shadow Slash!

This was a unique martial technique that did not require true qi to practice. It was the only technique Qin Mo had mastered to perfection in his previous life. When used, it was silent and undetectable, even by opponents of a higher level.

Sss!

A torch crackled, sending out a spark. No one in the group noticed that the palm wind, like a ghost in the darkness, had silently cut into Zhao Yong's chest.

"Uncle Yue, let's go back. Grandfather must be worried." Qin Mo said, looking at Attendant Yue.

Uncle Yue nodded in agreement. Although he found it strange that Qin Mo had only minor abrasions after falling from a cliff thousands of meters high, as long as Qin Mo was safe, it was a fortunate thing, and there was no need to investigate further.

The group followed the original path back to Fenzhen. Not far from where they started, they heard a "snap" as something fell from the chest of the scar-faced giant and landed on the ground.

Everyone's eyes turned to the object on the ground. When they saw what it was, many were surprised and then showed greedy expressions.

It was a small cloth bag, no bigger than a palm, dull and unremarkable. But to the group, it was something entirely different—a treasure bag.

The treasure bag of the Ancient Mystic Continent was an extremely magical storage tool, divided into four levels from low to high: gray, bronze, silver, and gold. Even the lowest-level gray treasure bag could store a hundred times its own volume, making it extremely rare and not something an ordinary person could possess.

Even in the Qin family, only the clan leader, deputy clan leader, and elders had gray treasure bags. As the grandson of the clan leader, Qin Zhengxing, Qin Mo did not have a gray treasure bag.

"This..." The scar-faced giant's face changed, and he tried to pick up the gray treasure bag, but a figure flashed in front of him, and the gray bag was already in Uncle Yue's hand.

Uncle Yue squeezed the bag and glared at the scar-faced giant, saying coldly, "Zhao Yong, you are just a minor outer court guard of the Qin family. How could you possess a valuable gray treasure bag?"

"Attendant Yue, I just found it by chance."

Zhao Yong's expression changed, and he was about to argue when his face suddenly turned pale, and his voice cut off. He saw the opening of the gray treasure bag loosen, revealing a jade pendant.

The pendant was a round piece of jade with an irregular gap in the middle, as if a piece had been forcibly removed. On the other side of the jade, the character "Mo" was engraved.

In an instant, the atmosphere turned icy, and Attendant Yue's gaze became sharp, "This is Young Master Mo's personal jade pendant. How did it end up in your possession? Speak!"

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