Old Five is a Goose.
Chapter 90: Half a Broken Sword
Yin Qianqin sat weakly on the ground and said to Mo Wuji, "Quickly give me all the remaining Vitality Epiphyllum Pills…"
Mo Wuji took out five Vitality Epiphyllum Pills and handed them to Yin Qianqin, keeping the remaining two for himself. He could now refine Vitality Epiphyllum Pills, but one of the spiritual herbs in the pill was the Essence Nurturing Grass. This spiritual herb was very valuable and not easily obtained.
The Essence Nurturing Grass for the two furnaces of Vitality Epiphyllum Pills he refined were all provided by Yin Qianqin. Now that the Devouring Beast was subdued by Yin Qianqin, it would not be easy for him to obtain Essence Nurturing Grass again. Moreover, given Yin Qianqin's current condition, two or three Vitality Epiphyllum Pills were sufficient; consuming five was a waste of two.
After Yin Qianqin swallowed all five Vitality Epiphyllum Pills, she took out a rope and swiftly bound the Devouring Beast in her arms, then placed it into the cloth bag on her back.
Having done all this, Yin Qianqin finally said to Mo Wuji, "Although giving them all to me is a waste of a few, there's no use in you keeping a few Vitality Epiphyllum Pills. This kind of pill will lose its effectiveness after a while; it's completely useless."
Mo Wuji smiled faintly and didn't reply. He kept the Vitality Epiphyllum Pills not to use them as medicine, but to study them. The primary vitality pills that can be preserved for a long time are Heavenly Spirit Pills with a grade value as high as seven, while the Vitality Epiphyllum Pills that are only effective for a short period of time are merely Rank Two Human Spirit Pills, which is too big of a difference.
If the Vitality Epiphyllum Pills could be stored for a long time and not lose their effectiveness after a while, then even if their value was not as high as the primary vitality pills of the seventh grade, it would definitely not be as simple as the second grade.
Regardless of whether it worked or not, keeping a few to study was never a bad thing. This was a habit he developed on Earth – he liked to study everything to see if it had value.
"Follow me in. Even though the Devouring Beast has been captured, we still need to be careful." Yin Qianqin said this briefly and didn't elaborate further. She gestured to Mo Wuji and walked into the depths of the cave first.
Mo Wuji had been in妖兽's caves before; he and Ji Guang and others had gone to the Sea Wing Leopard's cave. Upon entering the Sea Wing Leopard's cave, one could smell a stench and see chaos everywhere. But the Devouring Beast's cave was not only clean but also had an astonishingly dense spiritual energy. Mo Wuji even wanted to stay here to cultivate.
After walking about ten meters along the clean cave, a spacious stone hall appeared before them.
The first thing Mo Wuji saw was half of a broken sword. This half-broken sword was the blade, which was slanted in the middle of the stone hall. It still carried a chilling killing intent, even after countless years.
"Falling Melody Sword (落曲剑)?" Yin Qianqin exclaimed, then stepped to the side of the half-broken sword.
"Senior Sister Yin, what is the Falling Melody Sword?" Mo Wuji asked as he walked to Yin Qianqin's side.
Yin Qianqin stared at the broken sword for a long time before saying, "Do you know about the Sword Suspension Cliff of the痕剑派?"
"I know it." Mo Wuji said immediately. He had been threatened by Shi Jun that if he failed in alchemy, he would be thrown under the Sword Suspension Cliff.
After saying that, Mo Wuji seemed to understand something and asked in surprise, "Senior Sister Yin, do you mean that this half-broken sword and the half-broken sword on the Sword Suspension Cliff are the same sword?"
Yin Qianqin nodded. "That's right; they are the same sword. The Sword Suspension Cliff has the hilt, and this has the blade. You don't cultivate the sword, so you can't tell. Once you cultivate the sword, you can recognize that they are the same sword at first glance."
Mo Wuji thought, even if I cultivated the sword, I wouldn't be able to recognize that it was the same sword. He had never even seen the sword on the Sword Suspension Cliff. Perhaps he was the only one in the痕剑派 who saw the blade of this Falling Melody Sword first.
"Is this Falling Melody Sword very famous in the痕剑派?" Mo Wuji asked again.
If this Falling Melody Sword wasn't very famous, then half of it wouldn't be hanging on the Sword Suspension Cliff, and the other half would be left on痕剑 Mountain.
Yin Qianqin squatted down and slowly ran her hand over the spine of the Falling Melody Sword, sighing, "Its owner was called Mo Luoqu, and he was the best friend of Zhuo Wuhen, the founding patriarch of our痕剑派."
His surname was actually the same as his, Mo. Mo Wuji was thinking this when Yin Qianqin continued, "It is said that the Falling Melody Sword was broken by Wuhen Sword, and Wuhen Sword was the personal sword of our founding patriarch of the痕剑派."
"Why is that? Weren't they best friends?" Mo Wuji asked, puzzled.
Yin Qianqin still didn't stand up, but she took her hand off the broken sword. "It is said that it was for a woman named Fu Yanfei. This woman was originally Mo Luoqu's lover. Because Mo Luoqu and Zhuo Wuhen were very good friends, Fu Yanfei, who was by Mo Luoqu's side to help Zhuo Wuhen establish the痕剑宗, had more contact with Zhuo Wuhen.
Zhuo Wuhen was more humorous and dashing than Mo Luoqu, which made Fu Yanfei quickly fall in love with him. Later, it was said that she transferred her affections to Zhuo Wuhen to be with him. Not only that, but she also helped Zhuo Wuhen plot against Mo Luoqu. Mo Luoqu escaped with half of his broken sword. Unexpectedly, Mo Luoqu didn't leave the痕剑派, but came to痕剑 Mountain."
Mo Wuji immediately snorted coldly. "So it's an adulterous couple. If such a fickle woman fell into my hands, I definitely wouldn't show mercy. Mo Luoqu was blind to befriend such garbage and have such a cheap lover."
Yin Qianqin didn't know that Mo Wuji had been plotted against by his lover, which was why he was reborn here. He was cursing himself for being blind when he cursed Mo Luoqu for being blind. However, she still looked at Mo Wuji and asked, "You are a disciple of the痕剑派. How can you scold your ancestor like that?"
Mo Wuji chuckled. "Senior Sister Yin, don't you also think Zhuo Wuhen is trash in your tone? I'm just a menial disciple who has neither worshipped the ancestor nor entered the sect of the痕剑派. What kind of弟子am I?"
Yin Qianqin stood up and said blandly, "I was just narrating something; there was no tone."
Mo Wuji was too lazy to argue with Yin Qianqin. The fact that Yin Qianqin could say it in this tone showed that she also thought Zhuo Wuhen's character wasn't great. He believed that Yin Qianqin wouldn't report a menial disciple to the痕剑派.
Yin Qianqin said, "But you are about to become an alchemist of the痕剑派. As long as you become an alchemist of the痕剑派, you will have to worship the ancestor and the past patriarchs. So you will still belong to the disciples of the痕剑派 at that time. Do you think it's right for a disciple of the痕剑派 to call the ancestor trash?"
Mo Wuji looked at the half-broken sword on the ground and said in a flat tone, "It would be a disgrace to me to worship such a person, so I will no longer be an alchemist of the痕剑派. If I don't become an alchemist of the痕剑派, I naturally don't have to worship anyone. So Senior Sister Yin doesn't have to bother for me. I'd rather be a menial disciple."
It wasn't that Mo Wuji was so noble. He hated the betrayal of friends the most. Not only did this Zhuo Wuhen betray the friend who helped him, but he also stole his friend's wife. Doing these things already made him scum, and Zhuo Wuhen didn't stop there but also plotted against Mo Luoqu with Fu Yanfei. Mo Wuji would rather change places to cultivate than become a disciple of such a person.
Yin Qianqin didn't care about Mo Wuji's words and instead pointed to the broken sword and said, "You sympathize with Mo Luoqu so much. Then leave this broken sword to you."
"I don't cultivate the sword. What would I do with a sword?" Mo Wuji asked in confusion. He didn't cultivate the sword, so he didn't understand it. Even if he wanted a sword, he couldn't want a broken sword.
Yin Qianqin's tone was still indifferent. "It's up to you whether you want it or not."
After saying that, she bypassed the broken sword and walked to the depths of the stone hall.
Mo Wuji thought for a while and still bent down, pinched the spine of the broken sword, and pulled it out with force. Zhuo Wuhen could open a sect. No matter how his character was, he was a talented guy. Mo Luoqu could be on par with Zhuo Wuhen, so he was naturally not an ordinary person. He would keep this broken sword.
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