Chapter 25: Mo Qiu of the Mo Clan 3 (1/2)

Chapter 25: Mo Qiu of the Mo Clan(3)

Translator: Sissy That Walk

After finishing that, Mo Qiu was about to turn back and leave. “Cultivator Mo, now that everything is sorted out, why don’t we forget about this unpleasant business and make up? I understand there is no room available for you. We have a spare room. You can have it if you like.” said Luo Jianqing in a casual .

Little Nineteen exclaimed, “Brother, I thought we have run out of rooms. You…”

Luo Jianqing said, “I can sleep over with others. That’s all right.”

Hearing that, Mo Qiu fell into silence, all the while looking at Luo Jianqing with a smile.

Looking calm, Luo Jianqing said, “Cultivator Mo, what do you say?”

Mo Qiu asked instead: ”Are you bribing me?”

Luo Jianqing ignored his question.

Mo Qiu laughed, “How interesting. The Tai Hua Mountain and Tai Hua disciples. Hahahahahha. Fine, I accept your invitation. But you don’t have to crash with others, I can share the room with you.”

Upon hearing those words, a glint of dim light flashed across Luo Jianqing’s eyes yet he remained silent.

After the meal, Luo Jianqing led Wei Qiongyin somewhere outside to ask about the Mo Clan. After hearing the things about the Mo Clan, the eyes of Luo Jianqing gradually grew darker. At last, he laughed, “I see. I didn't know that the Mo Clan was the leading clan of the Eight Clans in the ancient times.” Then they returned to the tavern.

That night, Luo Jianqing made a bed on the floor. Seeing that, Mo Qiu asked with a twisted smile: ”Little pretty. Do you think I’m a bad sleeper or are you frightened that I might harass you in the middle of the night?”

Luo Jianqign replied nonchalantly in a cold tone, “It’s me. I’m the bad sleeper.”

Mo Qiu laughed.

In the midnight, Luo Jianqing was still wide awake. With his robe on, he lay on the floor gazing at the ceiling and was reminded of something that happened long time ago.

In his previous life, after he learned the death of his two little brothers, he risked returning to the North for revenge. But he only found Zuo Yunmo’s sword tassel. What’s worse, he was also attacked by many cultivators from the righteous factions. Wounded as he was, he was simply no match for those assailants and so he fled into a valley.

It was easier to get in than to get out.

Luo Jianqing was not as fortunate as Li Xiuchen. After Luo fell into the valley, he did not find any magic treasure or medicinal plant, but a skeleton and a letter written in blood. The letter indicated that this corpse was a cultivator of the Mo Clan. Having failed the mission, he knew that his kin would definitely be isolated and even slaughtered by others of the Mo Clan.

The letter didn’t reveal why the other branches of the Mo clan would be so furious by what this man did that they would hold his kin responsible. But the letter harbored such an implacable hatred, that, even after thousands of years, can still be felt when Luo Jianqing read it.

“My sin had nothing to do with my descendant. Please help them, in return I would give you all my magic treasures, medicinal herbs and all my belongings.”

Luo Jianqing didn’t find any magic treasures and medicinal herbs. All he could find was a skeleton in front of him. However, Luo Jianqing owed him a debt of gratitude, for in order to regain his strength, he had no choice but to absorb all the remaining spiritual power in that skeleton by performing an evil cultivation skill.

This senior cultivator was an immortal stage expert. Even his bones contained tremendous power, but after the spiritual power was absorbed, the bones turned into a pile of ash and drifted away with the wind.

Before he left, Luo Jianqing kneeled and kowtowed three times in front of the blood letter. He swore to himself, “It’s my fault that your skeleton has gone with the wind. Given the chance, I will find your descendant and I would do my utmost to protect them.”

That senior cultivator was a member of the Mo Clan. According to Wei Qiongyin, a branch of the Mo Clan had been exiled to the cold plain for over tens of thousands of years.

If it was true, Mo Qiu would probably be the descendant of that senior cultivator.

Although that happened in his previous life, Luo Jianqing still couldn’t forget the fact that it was the senior cultivator’s skeleton that gave him the chance to get out. It was one thing that he forced Mo Qiu to apologize to Xie Zizhuo and the Tai Hua Mountain, but when it came to his previous commitment to the senior cultivator, it was another story all together.

“But…. who took the magic treasures and medicinal herbs….”

”Little pretty, what are you saying?”

Surprised, Luo Jianqing looked up and saw Mo Qiu, who was looking at him from the side of the bed with a smile on his pretty face. Luo Jianqing found his smile odd as it didn’t look like one should be showed to his peer, but rather an amiable one an elder would show to a junior cultivator.

However, from a worldly perspective, Luo Jianqing was indeed a junior compared to Mo Qiu, as he was more than a dozen years younger than him.

Luo Jianqing didn’t reply. He closed his eyes and asked, “Cultivator Mo, are you going into the Liu Yan Valley?”

Mo Qiu grinned, “so, are you going inside, too? For Tai Hua Mountain, the opening of Liu Yan Valley is simply too good an opportunity to miss.”