Chapter 381 382: Tomb Spirit

Under the shocked gazes of the others, Su Mo urged them, "Hurry up. The Ice Gate is open. What are you still standing around for?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The Ninth Floor Master and the others finally came to their senses and walked through the Ice Gate into the stone hall behind it with Su Mo.

In the center of the stone hall lay a coffin made of ice crystal.

Besides that, there were no lavish decorations. On the contrary, it was empty and exceptionally simple.

"This must be your ancestor's coffin, right?"

Su Mo said, pointing at the Ice Crystal Coffin.

"It is indeed our ancestor's coffin!"

The Ninth Floor Master led his people to the coffin and said respectfully, "The unworthy disciples of the Drunken Immortal Tower pay their respects to our ancestor. We pray for our ancestor's blessing."

After speaking, the Ninth Floor Master and his group knelt and kowtowed three times.

Su Mo was not a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower, so he did not kowtow to the coffin.

"Everyone, feel free to look around for now!"

the Ninth Floor Master instructed as he rose.

The group was sizing up the stone hall with great interest when suddenly, a closed-door disciple exclaimed, "Master, come look at this!"

"Shi Xiao, what did you find?"

the Ninth Floor Master asked curiously.

Shi Xiao pointed at the patterns on the stone wall and said with a trembling voice, "The Drunken Sword Technique! This is our Drunken Immortal Tower's Drunken Sword Technique! And it's the complete version! It has twelve more sword moves than the one we're cultivating now."

"Twelve sword moves? That's impossible!"

Huang Yanchen hurried forward to take a look.

The Drunken Sword Technique they cultivated at the Drunken Immortal Tower only had six moves. Even if a portion of it had been lost, it couldn't be missing this many.

But when she finished examining it, she was dumbfounded.

There on the stone wall were a full eighteen sword moves, each one incredibly intricate and far superior to the Drunken Sword Technique they were currently cultivating.

"It really is the complete Drunken Sword Technique!"

The Ninth Floor Master said in pleasant surprise, "Our Drunken Sword Technique actually has eighteen moves, but most of them were lost. Now, what was lost has been found."

"Copy it down, quickly!"

Huang Yanchen said excitedly.

With this complete Drunken Sword Technique, each of their strengths could increase by a huge margin.

The Ninth Floor Master said to Su Mo, "Su Xiaoyou, you should come take a look too!"

"Alright!"

Su Mo walked to the stone wall and looked it over, but he quickly lost interest.

The Drunken Sword Technique was indeed a good swordsmanship.

But compared to the True Dragon Supreme Swordsmanship, the gap was just too wide. It was practically garbage.

"Young Master Su, this is the manual for the Drunken Sword Technique that I copied. Here's one for you."

Huang Yanchen handed over a copy of the sword technique.

However, Su Mo calmly refused, "No need. I've already learned it."

"What?"

Huang Yanchen stared at Su Mo in disbelief.

This Drunken Sword Technique was the ultimate sword technique created by their ancestor. Even a Martial Emperor expert would have to cultivate for several years to reach Minor Achievement.

'Su Mo learned it just by glancing at it? That can't be real, can it?'

"You don't believe me? Fine, I'll demonstrate it for you!"

Su Mo flipped his hand, produced a longsword, and began to move.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Powerful Sword Qi quickly enveloped the entire stone hall. The tyrannical force was so oppressive that everyone could barely breathe.

"Eighteen moves, done!"

Su Mo said as he sheathed his longsword.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

Su Mo had actually performed the entire Drunken Sword Technique. Every move was flawless, reaching the realm of Minor Achievement.

'His ability to learn is just too terrifying.'

But Su Mo hesitated. "There seems to be something wrong with this Drunken Sword Technique... Wait, what exactly is wrong with it?"

"Wrong?"

The Ninth Floor Master forced a smile and said, "Su Xiaoyou, you must be joking. This Drunken Sword Technique is the swordsmanship our ancestor created. It's been tested in countless real battles. How could there be anything wrong with it?"

"But there really are some issues. For example, in the third move, if the angle of the sword strike was shifted by just two centimeters, its power would increase several dozen times!"

As Su Mo spoke, he swung his sword to demonstrate.

SHIING!

The void was torn open by Su Mo's sword light, leaving a gash that wouldn't heal for a long time.

"A Sword Domain?"

The group stared, dumbfounded, at the gash in the void.

One had to understand, these were the perfect sword moves created by their Martial Emperor ancestor through a million battles.

But after Su Mo's simple modification, it became so terrifying that he could casually leave an indelible mark on the void.

Just then, a laugh suddenly came from behind them. "That modification of yours is actually quite good."

"Who's there?"

The group quickly turned around to see a white Spirit Body in the form of a five-year-old child sitting on the coffin.

The laugh from a moment ago had come from him.

"And who are you?"

Su Mo couldn't help but ask.

The white Spirit Body said faintly, "I am the Tomb Spirit!"

"The Tomb Spirit?"

Su Mo looked at the Ninth Floor Master in confusion.

The Ninth Floor Master hurriedly said in a respectful voice, "This junior, the Ninth Floor Master of the Drunken Immortal Tower, pays his respects to Senior Tomb Spirit."

"Bastard!"

The Tomb Spirit stared at the Ninth Floor Master, its face full of fury, as if flames were about to shoot from its eyes.

Everyone present was completely bewildered.

'Why is this guy suddenly going crazy for no reason?'

'And he's cursing at people!'

Su Mo asked doubtfully, "Did you offend him?"

"No!"

the Ninth Floor Master denied.

This was the first time he had ever seen the Tomb Spirit. He had never offended it before.

Su Mo asked, puzzled, "Then why is he cursing you?"

"Curse him? Hmph, I'd rather just kill him."

The Tomb Spirit glared viciously at the Ninth Floor Master and said, "You descendants are all so useless! It took you this long to enter this place and receive the inheritance, making me wait bitterly here for nearly ten thousand years."

"Do you have any idea how lonely I've been for the past ten thousand years?"

the Tomb Spirit demanded furiously.

"This..."

Wiping away his cold sweat, the Ninth Floor Master apologized, "Lord Tomb Spirit, we are indeed rather useless. Please, calm your anger."

"Forget calming down. You have to defeat me!"

the Tomb Spirit said.

The Ninth Floor Master said in terror, "Senior, you must be joking. How could we juniors dare to raise a hand against you, our elder? Please, spare us."

"Spare you? Don't you want your ancestor's inheritance?"

the Tomb Spirit said, its eyes wide.

The Ninth Floor Master asked in pleasant surprise, "If we defeat you, we can receive our ancestor's inheritance?"

"That's right!"

The Tomb Spirit said, "Only if you defeat me will I help you summon your ancestor's Residual Soul. Otherwise, forget about it."

"Heh heh, that's too easy!"

The Ninth Floor Master chuckled.

The Tomb Spirit pouted. "Easy? Who are you looking down on? The person who defeats me must be no older than thirty, otherwise it doesn't count."

"Then it'll have to be someone from the younger generation,"

the Ninth Floor Master said, looking at Huang Yanchen and Shi Xiao.

Shi Xiao was the first to step forward. "Then let me give it a try. Senior Tomb Spirit, this junior is Shi Xiao. Please forgive my offense."

"There's no offense to speak of!"

The Tomb Spirit waved its hand and unleashed its cultivation.

BOOM!

A terrifying power instantly spread throughout the hall. Shi Xiao, who was standing at the very front, was directly suppressed and forced to his knees.

Even the Ninth Floor Master and the others were hit by this power and nearly lost their footing.

"You..."

Shi Xiao stared at the Tomb Spirit in terror.

'An impact of power that even the Ninth Floor Master can't withstand... How is a mere Martial King like me supposed to fight it?'