Chapter 740 - 706: The Self-Degradation of Fellow Travelers
Chapter 740: Chapter 706: The Self-Degradation of Fellow Travelers
The pace of the carriage was truly slow.
Moreover, it could only run on the ground, having to circle around the mountain.
Along the journey, Shen Han chatted leisurely with the companions on the carriage.
In this realm, the naming of martial prowess is completely different from that of Great Wei.
Take this Venerable Mo for instance; he belongs to the Snow Mountain Realm.
The name of the realm was unheard of, and its significance hard to grasp.
According to the companions, Mo Wanshui could cleave a mountain with a single slash, break through water with a single move, standing alone against an army.
But these descriptions sounded too misty.
Just listening to this, it was truly hard to know his real strength.
The carriage traveled for about a day, a full twelve two-hours.
Bumping along the way, among the companions, some with weaker constitution looked deathly pale.
Upon disembarking from the carriage, they found another towering mountain ahead.
"Venerable Mo’s residence lies up on that slope.
To show our respect, we’ll continue the journey on foot now."
The leading figure remained the Prince Mansion’s steward.
His tone was still courteous.
But looking at the rugged mountain path, many found it unbearable.
The steward’s words felt rather formal.
On such a mountain path, carriages couldn’t traverse.
Regardless of respect, they could only continue walking up.
Having already traveled so far by carriage, those present, even if struggling, were unwilling to give up at this point.
Ascending the path, perhaps because numerous people walked it.
The path turned out to be much easier to walk on than expected.
Shen Han climbed with the crowd, his brows furrowed.
The furrowing was not out of concern over how to persuade Mo Wanshui down the mountain.
Rather, it was due to skepticism about the martial strength in this realm.
To be honest, he hadn’t witnessed any martial practitioner act in this area.
Their true abilities remained a mystery.
After pondering throughout, Shen Han finally convinced himself.
In this realm, there existed a strong overwhelming pressure.
Even if their strength was average, it showed they had means to withstand this realm’s suppression.
Perhaps their methods weren’t grand, but at the very least, they could offer him some insight.
Walking for two more hours, resting for a quarter of an hour midway.
They stopped not at the peak, but at a location mid-slope.
"Going further leads to Venerable Mo’s small courtyard, tidy up your appearance, and pay heed.
Bow your heads down; Venerable Mo dislikes being stared at directly."
The Prince Mansion’s steward, having visited multiple times, was well-versed.
Upon hearing, everyone complied by lowering their heads.
Continuing forward, not far up the slope stood a large stone stele.
Three characters carved on it: [Death Waiting Slope]
The name of the place was quite peculiar.
It seemed as if nothing in the world could stir Venerable Mo anymore.
What remained for him was to wait for death.
Shen Han glanced briefly, following behind the crowd onward.
After passing through a bamboo grove, a small courtyard emerged in view.
At first sight of the courtyard, Shen Han felt something amiss.
The roof eaves were unbearably high.
Before Shen Han could inquire, a companion nearby couldn’t help but speak up.
"Sir, this courtyard’s roof seems taller than that of Prince Cheng’s Mansion..."
In a country ruled by imperial power, the height of residence roofs signified status.
A Royal Palace could be built up to thirty feet, while other residences at most twenty-nine feet.
Mo Wanshui’s small courtyard, situated on a mountainside, had its roof eaves clearly surpassing those of the Prince Mansion.
The Prince Mansion’s steward merely chuckled lightly: "Who’s to stop him, he’s Mo Wanshui after all; if he wants the eaves three feet higher, no one would dare intervene.
If you possessed his prowess, you could do the same."
Rules exist to confine ordinary folk, for a force like Mo Wanshui, rules are like mist on a copper mirror, easily wiped away.
Such words raised expectations for cultivation among those around.
Yet as they edged closer, doubts grew more intense.
The standing of Mo Wanshui seemed no lower than that of Prince Cheng’s Mansion.
Attempting to persuade him down the mountain, the methods they’d planned were likely futile...
Particularly for those intending to use eloquence on Mo Wanshui.
From the moment of glimpsing the courtyard, their hearts began to tremble.
This Mo Wanshui was no simple mountain recluse.
With their lack of insight, expecting to sway others by words was impossible.
Having reached the other’s courtyard, they had no choice but to venture forth despite fears.
Soon, after covering a short distance, they arrived at the courtyard entrance.
Before they could approach, a child dressed as a scholar emerged.
"Venerable is on the east slope, not in the courtyard."
Having seen many visitors, the scholar-typed child showed no signs of shyness.
Facing the crowd, he answered with a serene expression.
The foremost Prince Mansion steward bowed to the scholar, then inquired.
"May I ask Venerable’s purpose on the slope, and when he might return?"
"Venerable said he’s waiting there for death, he’ll return once dead."
Offering such mysterious words, the child ignored further interaction.
Turning back, he returned inside the courtyard.
Once dead, return.
Such words left those present bewildered.
If dead, how can one return...
These misty utterances heightened concerns.
Yet some felt they’d grasped Mo Wanshui’s disposition, forming plans in mind.