The process went smoothly, and it only took Mo Wuji a few minutes to slide down nearly ten zhang. At this point, even with the help of the hazy moonlight, Mo Wuji could clearly see the condition of the half-broken sword.

The hilt of the broken sword was locked to the cliff wall by mottled iron chains. Perhaps due to years of wind and rain erosion, the quality of this half of the broken sword was far inferior to the half he had obtained from the Swordless Mountain.

Mo Wuji didn't care about the quality of the broken sword at all. He didn't want the broken sword itself, he just wanted what was inside it. Besides, he didn't plan to take this half of the broken sword away.

Even with the half-broken sword right in front of him, Mo Wuji remained calm and unhurried, even slowing down a bit. This was a habit he had developed from years of research; the closer he got to success, the more cautious he became.

Just as Mo Wuji was less than a meter away from the broken sword, suddenly a powerful force swept over him, lifting him up and then throwing him back down. It was as if a whirlwind had passed, slamming Mo Wuji heavily against the cliff wall. Even though Mo Wuji was at the fourth level of Meridian Opening, he coughed up a mouthful of blood from the impact, and one of his ribs instantly broke.

Mo Wuji quickly pulled out his sharp knife and inserted it into the cracks in the cliff wall. Fortunately, the force came and went quickly, only teaching Mo Wuji a lesson before disappearing without a trace.

Mo Wuji took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it, secretly taking a cold breath. Just now, there was clearly no wind, yet he had been swept away.

Thinking of the legends of the Sword Hanging Cliff's suction, Mo Wuji didn't dare to be careless. He waited for nearly a minute, making sure that the whirlwind wasn't coming back, before slowly descending again.

Two minutes later, Mo Wuji was level with the broken sword. Beneath his feet was still the dark and gloomy cliff, and Mo Wuji could even feel the chilling air rising from below. It seemed that all sorts of strange calls were coming from below, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Mo Wuji knew that this might not just be his hallucination. As a cultivator at the fourth level of Meridian Opening, although he was insignificant in the eyes of those immortal masters, he was considered a strong figure among mortals.

This Sword Hanging Cliff was very strange. Mo Wuji carefully clung to the cliff wall and didn't immediately reach out to grab the broken sword. Instead, he took out his sharp knife and began to dig at the cliff wall, wanting to carve out a place to shelter himself. If the suddenly appearing sweeping force came again a few times, even if he didn't fall down and die, he would be slammed to death on the cliff wall by that force.

What's more, the legendary suction hadn't appeared yet. Once it did, who knew if his rope could protect him? This broken sword had been placed here. What if he moved the broken sword and triggered a chain reaction? Caution was never wrong. There was still plenty of time before dawn, so it was always good to take extra precautions.

The sharp knife danced up and down, and Mo Wuji's fourth level of Meridian Opening strength quickly carved out a place on the cliff wall where he could curl up.

Mo Wuji had no shortage of patience when it came to doing this kind of thing. His teacher, who taught him pharmacology on Earth, had told him that if a person had enough perseverance and patience, they had already succeeded halfway in doing things, and the other half depended on strength. If a person was impatient and eager to achieve quick results, they had already failed nine-tenths of the way before doing things, and the remaining one-tenth depended on luck.

Mo Wuji had always kept this sentence in mind, and it was because of this sentence that he had achieved many successes.

After digging a place to curl up, Mo Wuji carefully reached out and grabbed the broken sword in his hand.

Everything was calm and peaceful. No powerful suction pulled him into the abyss below, and no whirlwind force suddenly swept him away.

Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, still using one hand to support the stone wall of the cave he had dug out, and the other hand to turn over the broken end of the sword.

Two faint characters were engraved on the hilt of the broken sword: Luo Qu (落曲). Yin Qianqin (殷浅茵) hadn't lied; this was indeed Mo Luoqu's sword. The careful Mo Wuji quickly discovered that the characters "Luo Qu" had been engraved later, and the original characters seemed to have been covered up. It seemed that this sword wasn't forged by Mo Luoqu, but that Mo Luoqu had obtained it, liked it, and engraved his name on it.

The broken end of the sword was covered with moss, but it looked very smooth. Mo Wuji carefully used the sharp knife in his hand to pick at it. As soon as he picked away the moss, a violent force swept over him.

Although the cave that Mo Wuji had dug was very small, this force still slammed him against the cave wall, almost breaking his arm.

After this wave of force, an even stronger force swept over. This time, the force came from underground, and a powerful suction directly grabbed Mo Wuji, pulling him down.

Mo Wuji's scalp went numb, and he used even more force to support the cave wall. Fortunately, the powerful suction was only pulling Mo Wuji straight down. Otherwise, even if Mo Wuji used more strength to support the cave wall, he would have been directly pulled down.

"Crack..." The sound of Mo Wuji's left leg bone breaking came, and Mo Wuji clenched his teeth and barely supported his body.

He secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't carefully dug out such a place to shelter himself, with this terrifying suction, the rope he had secured would probably have pulled up even the iron stakes and dragged them all into the depths of the Sword Hanging Cliff. Even if it hadn't been pulled up, his body would have been torn apart under this force.

A full half hour later, the powerful suction gradually disappeared. Mo Wuji swallowed another pill and quickly used the tip of his knife to pick away the moss at the broken end of the sword.

The moss at the broken end of the sword had been picked away, revealing a seemingly smooth surface. Mo Wuji carefully used the tip of his knife to pick at the smooth surface of the broken end, and sure enough, a small crack was picked open by Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji didn't widen the crack, but instead took out a hook and inserted it. With just one try, he used the hook to pull out a scroll of thin silk that was exactly the same as the one on his body.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Mo Wuji put the thin silk into his pocket, then restored the place where he had picked it out. When the broken end could no longer be seen as different, he carefully restored the moss.

Maybe what he was doing was futile, but Mo Wuji didn't care. In doing anything, you had to be careful and meticulous. Sometimes a small carelessness, or something you think is impossible, might just happen.

This broken sword had been hanging here for who knew how many years, and maybe no one would pay attention to it for many more years. Mo Wuji didn't think that way. Since he could discover the secret of the broken sword, he couldn't rule out that someone else might discover it as well.

After doing everything properly, Mo Wuji gently released the broken sword. The instant he released the broken sword, the violent force reappeared. Mo Wuji remained curled up in the cave he had dug, waiting for the powerful force to disappear.

Another full half hour passed before the huge suction slowly disappeared. Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, waited a few more minutes, and then tightened the rope, preparing to leave.

Unfortunately, he couldn't fill in the cave he had dug out. Otherwise, he would definitely have filled it in before leaving.

Mo Wuji, with his fourth level of Meridian Opening strength, quickly landed back on the cliff mountain in a few minutes without external forces affecting him. He put away the rope again and carefully inserted the sharp knife back into his boot.

This sharp knife was something he had tricked from Hu Fei's hands, and it had saved his life many times. Now that Mo Wuji was at the fourth level of Meridian Opening, he had long seen the extraordinary nature of this sharp knife. Although it wasn't a supreme treasure, it wasn't something that could be forged in an ordinary mortal iron shop.

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