Chapter 1043 - The Arrival of Mo Qingtian (2/2)

Pei Fengwu and Wang Yinru were in rather similar situations, and both of them were almost the same in terms of cultivation. Their only difference was that Pei Fengwu’s inherent skills were slightly better than Wang Yinru’s were.

So, there was no need for Mo Wen to draw up a separate plan, and all he had to do was apply on Pei Fengwu the same plan he had drawn up for Wang Yinru.

The two of them were probably the only ones in the entire Green Ancient Mystery Dimension who enjoyed special treatment. Even if he wanted to raise the rest of the people’s cultivation, Mo Wen would only give them some resources and point them in a general direction because such intricate and comprehensive plans required quite a fair amount of effort and focus.

Of course, items like the Spiritual Transforming Pearls were naturally not something Mo Wen would hand out to just any random person. The number of people in the entire Green Ancient Mystery Dimension who had the right to Spiritual Transforming Pearls could be counted with a single hand.

Such treasures were, after all, something one could only hope to stumble upon. The more they were used, the more the supply would be depleted, so would it not be a reckless waste of God’s good gifts if he handed it out to just any ordinary disciple or elder? Besides, Mo Wen had no inclination to manage the power of the sect.

In the next two months, Mo Wen remained in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, and it developed rapidly. Shao Tianqi’s death had sent the whole Ming Temple into chaos, and the entire Anti-Ming Faction had been wiped out by the Ming Palace cultivators. A hundred years later, the Ming Palace was finally reunified.

A battle on that scale was obviously not something Mo Wen had to concern himself with. It was enough for him to send out cultivators from the Ming Palace to handle it.

In those two months, he had produced quite a few pills. They were not high ranked, but they were adequate for the sect disciples to use. For the average elders and disciples, it was actually useless to hand them high-level pills.

After months of seclusion, Gu Jingman had finally appeared a few days ago. Not only had she completely healed her injuries, but her cultivation also seemed to have improved a bit.

Wang Yinru and Pei Fengwu, on the other hand, had been in seclusion ever since that day. The two of them seemed to constantly be competing against each other over everything, and they cultivated as if their lives depended on it.

On this day, the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension welcomed a guest.

The guest was cloaked in white robes and exceedingly elegant, an androgynous demon with an otherworldly beautiful and perfect figure.

It was none other than Mo Qingtian.

Mo Wen was not surprised to see Mo Qingtian in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, and he knew why the demon was here.

Mo Wen did not expect for a year to have already passed since the Path of Creation, and it set him back a bit in dealing with Yun Xiaoman’s issue, which was what he had discussed with Mo Qingtian before.

Following Yun Xiaoman’s disappearance, Mo Wen had dragged Mo Qingtian to locate her whereabouts, only to find out that she had been dragged off by people from the Sorcerer Clan to join a Moon Maidens Selection.

Mo Wen had initially planned on waiting for the Sorcerer Clan to hold the Moon Maidens Selection, where he would then blend in with the Huatian Palace delegation and head towards the Ancient Sorcery Space to save Yun Xiaoman.

But a series of events had occurred and led to a delay in his plans. The Sorcerer’s Clan Moon Maidens Selection had long since ended, and even the Huatian Palace delegation had returned.

Mo Wen’s hands were tied. It was not that he did not want to help her, it was just that he had been delayed for too long on the Path of Creation. He had originally planned to only linger in the Pool of Creation for a month before heading out so that he could make it in time to the Moon Maidens Selection.

But it was all to no avail. He was not too sure himself what had happened then, but a year had gone by in a literal blink of an eye and he did not even know what changes had happened to his body before he ended his journey on the Path of Creation. He was still muddleheaded.

Helpless, Mo Wen could only ask Mo Qingtian for help again to see if there was a way to make up for it. The Huatian Palace could not interfere in the affairs of the Sorcerer Clan since their position was too special, so there was absolutely no way he could rely on them to help save Yun Xiaoman.

“You punk, you’re probably able to kill Tide Changing Realm cultivators now, right? I’ve seen people who cultivated quickly, but never one as quick as you.”

Mo Qingtian stared at Mo Wen, somewhat emotional. One could say that she had basically watched as Mo Wen grew, for about three years in total.

Three years! That was all the time he needed to be on par with a Tide Changing Realm cultivator. He was probably still an unrivaled genius, even if placed in comparison with all of the heavens and the earth.

Of the heavens and the earth, there was a special bunch who were likely to be born at the Supreme Profundity Realm, and even the Divine Illusory Realm, because of their unique bloodline and heritage. That breed of people was extremely talented and was born to be high-ranking people, so the accomplishments they could achieve in their days to come were unlimited.

But in Mo Qingtian’s eyes, Mo Wen was not less than them, but he was stronger than them because he had cultivated, step-by-step, as an ordinary person. For an ordinary person to reach the Tide Changing Realm in just three years was way more difficult than those natural-born geniuses. If Mo Wen could carry on like this, he was likely to be even more accomplished than those people in the future.

This was why Mo Wen fully deserved to be called an unrivaled genius, and it was something that would hold up even when compared with all of heaven and earth.

“That’s ridiculous. I still have quite some way to go before I reach your level.”

Mo Wen smiled mildly. He was not the least bit moved because of Mo Qingtian’s praise. To him, being called a genius was nothing more than an undeserved reputation. Strength was the real king, and even the strongest genius would be killed with a wave of a hand in the face of absolute power.

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