Chapter 508 - 289: Try Gesturing in Front of Mr. Wang Again!

Su Mu felt the Dragon of Spiritual Power in his sea of consciousness between his eyebrows and the dragon pattern on his shoulder and back burning hot. Before his eyes, the "White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map" seemed to respond to the chance at Bai Jiao Mountain.

Perhaps Baili Hongtang’s ability to stir the phenomenon at Bai Jiao Mountain during the day is related to this ancient scroll.

This scroll of "White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map" undoubtedly had immense allure for Su Mu. He truly needed a high-grade cultivation technique for his further cultivation. A technique that could be cultivated to the level of Martial Arts Grandmaster was certainly extraordinary.

After some contemplation, Su Mu decided to first listen to the conditions of the person before him.

"What do you want from Mr. Wang?"

In the courtyard, Baili Hongtang pursed her rosy lips with a hint of a smile, having already anticipated that Wang Chan could not directly refuse, as any interest in their heart would be a good sign.

However...

A touch of cunning flashed in the depths of Baili Hongtang’s heroic almond eyes; attempting to comprehend the "White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map," the Cyan Fish Gang’s treasure, in one month’s time wouldn’t be easy.

She considered herself to have some talent, having also cultivated the prerequisite technique "Flood Dragon Shocking Skill" since childhood. With this foundation, even Baili Hongtang took three months to comprehend the entry-level of the White Flood Dragon Map.

It was known that her brother Baili Feng, hailed as one of the four great talents of Donglai County, also took nearly half a year to comprehend the entry-level, and entering it in just three months already showed extraordinary talent.

Yet the person before her, Wang Chan, was no ordinary person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have specially sought out tonight.

As the mountain wind howled, two figures conversed.

...

The chill at the height was unbearable, the autumn wind was bone-piercing.

After Baili Hongtang left, Su Mu halted his cultivation. He turned and returned to the room, lying on the bed, yet without a trace of sleepiness. Everything that had happened over the few years he had spent in this world unfolded before his eyes like a scroll.

Dongbian Village, Qingshui Town, Li’s Iron Shop and the Black Tiger Gang.

Qingyun County, Yunhe Clinic, Forging Workshop, pharmacist and little doctor, the three masters and Uncle Wu.

Changfeng County, the battle of Changfeng, Black Mountain Celestial King and Tao Xinglie.

Canghe County, Xiaohu’s marriage.

Spring gone, summer arrived, autumn left, winter came.

...

Scene after scene, familiar figures emerged in his mind. Unknowingly, he had already spent six years in this world, not long but not short either.

"Back in Qingshui Town, the Black Tiger Gang crushed me like stepping on an ant; I had no power of self-preservation, only hiding and hiding further... Later, I could not afford to provoke Black Mountain Army and County Magistrate Tao; in their eyes, I was just a nameless nobody..."

"But now, they are dead, perished..."

"And the ant in their eyes... has walked out of the Land of Cyan Clouds."

"I, Su Mu, rely not on luck but on my own harsh cultivation, gaining a body of strength..."

Now, Su Mu found himself caught in the vortex of the Tao Family, Li Family, and Cyan Fish Gang, not by his own will but unable to stay outside these affairs.

Reflecting on the past.

Whether still in the Land of Cyan Clouds or after walking out, it feels as though an invisible hand forced him into the swirling vortex, with everything beyond his control!

Why?

Simply because Su Mu was not strong enough yet!

In the darkness, a pair of deep eyes grew increasingly bright, without the slightest confusion, yet a burst of anger quietly erupted, Su Mu hadn’t forgotten his five-year pledge he set in his heart, now desperately needing to grow stronger, continually strengthening!

Two raging flames burst forth from his deep eyes; he could not forget that rainy night he could only watch helplessly as Yuan Qing took the little doctor away.

Even now, each time he recalled that night, Su Mu’s heart remained frozen, filled with despair and powerlessness.

If even those around him, those he cherished, cannot be protected.

Then what’s the point of cultivating the Martial Dao!

"I will continue to strengthen until... in this world, no person or power can sway the will of Su Mu, nor can anyone harm those I cherish!"

Boom!

Martial momentum denotes the manifestation of a martial artist’s will, only those who comprehend their own will have the qualification to knock on, to open the path to their grandmaster journey.

A year ago on that rainy night, a flame silently kindled in Su Mu’s heart, burning unyieldingly for over a year, and now as he became embroiled in the great power struggle of Donglai once more.

This flame blazed fiercely, swirling upwards.

On the bed, Su Mu’s body shook violently, and his fist momentum seemed to sense the unspeakable will in Su Mu’s chest, suddenly erupting, rushing to the sky, sweeping away the light snow and mist above the small courtyard.

"Crack—!"

Within Su Mu’s mind, the first clear cracking sound echoed, followed by continuous cracking noises, as an invisible bottleneck shattered into pieces.

Su Mu’s fist momentum began to climb rapidly!

Domineering, advancing inexorably, with a touch of protection’s gentle essence deep within.

"Ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters only master a Small Success of Martial Momentum, the Sixth Grade Realm has already grasped a Small Success of Martial Momentum, perhaps he genuinely can carve out an unprecedented road..."

Amid the mournful cries of Gu Insects, a vast power gushed out from the fish-shaped jade pendant, instantly forming a giant jade bowl overturning the small courtyard.

"Humph!"

The Sun Family Ancestor uttered a cold snort.

Instantaneously, several mental powers probing from the dark due to martial momentum’s breakthrough extinguished simultaneously, and within the five small courtyards of Bai Jiao Mountain, figures’ expressions drastically changed, their bodies trembling violently with suppressed moans, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths.

"This, this force!"

"Wang Chan possesses the protection of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, this person indeed comes from the Ancient Qingzhou!"

In an instant, the patriarch of Tao Family, Governor of Donglai, White Whale Gang, Pill Cauldron Pavilion elders, and others in their hearts further confirmed the conjectures made during the day.

Tao Yang, the current patriarch of Tao Family, donned a suddenly gloomy expression, as since the Ancient County Li Family had intervened, regardless he must give face, even if their contest prevailed, they mustn’t take any further action.