Chapter 741 - 706: The Self-Degradation of Fellow Travelers_2
Chapter 741: Chapter 706: The Self-Degradation of Fellow Travelers_2
"Young friend, could I trouble you to guide us to meet the Venerable Mo?"
The Prince Mansion steward shouted towards the courtyard, and after a moment, the scholar indeed came out.
Understanding the situation, the steward thoughtfully offered a child’s plaything.
Upon receiving the toy, a hint of joy appeared on the scholar’s face.
He then walked ahead to lead the way, taking everyone forward.
It’s uncertain when Mo Wanshui will return, so they could only head to the eastern hillside.
They couldn’t just wait here endlessly.
The urgent matters of Prince Cheng’s Mansion were nearing, it was imperative to act quickly.
Under the lead of the Prince Mansion steward, the group headed east.
During the journey, Shen Han felt somewhat unsure.
This Venerable Mo often spoke in enigmatic words, sounding profound.
As if invincible, only awaiting death.
There was always a touch of loneliness revealed.
Currently, Shen Han was quite curious, curious about the true strength of this Venerable.
Not knowing which level he had reached, what kind of realm.
Just how powerful was the so-called Snow Mountain Realm?
The mountain path was rugged, and they walked for another two-hour segment.
During this time, the Prince Mansion steward continued to emphasize to everyone.
"On this journey, we advance and retreat together to complete this mission.
Avoid disrupting each other out of greed for achievement.
As long as we succeed today, everyone will receive the Prince’s reward.
We must cooperate."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
Before long, they reached a less steep hillside.
With summer almost arriving, the slope was full of white flowers, teeming with vitality.
On the slope, a disheveled middle-aged man squatted slightly.
Holding a broken saber, rusted and scarred.
Shen Han glanced at the saber, soon noticing small gray text emerging.
[Damaged Long Saber]
It was just a broken saber, with no hidden secrets.
"Venerable..."
The Prince Mansion steward, at the forefront, slightly bowed and spoke.
Mo Wanshui, however, didn’t even turn his head.
The scholar cautiously walked forward, seemingly avoiding stepping on the flowers and grass.
He leaned closer to Mo Wanshui and, without knowing what Mo Wanshui said, the group couldn’t hear.
In the next moment, the scholar shushed towards the group, signaling them to be quiet.
Upon being shushed, the group fell silent.
"The Venerable says, speak softly, do not disturb the flowers and grass awaiting death.
In the world, death is of the utmost importance."
The scholar spoke with an innocent voice.
Yet, due to Mo Wanshui beside him, a sense of authority emerged.
"Venerable, here’s a roasted chicken made with the secret technique from Shanyang.
Please try it, the taste should suit you."
Before anyone else could present the roast chicken, the steward stepped forward with the food.
The scholar took the chicken and held it before Mo Wanshui.
Mo Wanshui accepted it, without even wiping his dirty hands, unwrapped it, tearing a leg to begin eating.
Still, he did not look at the group.
Seeing this, someone stepped forward.
"Venerable, we’ve come this time to invite you to undertake a great task..."
The first words were pointless; with so many seeking Mo Wanshui, how could he not know they came to request him?
The scholar, serving as a mouthpiece, spoke before he could finish: "The Venerable says, you’re like a piece of dog feces, told you not to speak."
He called him a piece of dog feces...
The insult clearly startled the speaker.
In an instant, his face flushed red.
He had thought of many words, but was interrupted by that remark.
The steward quickly stepped up, pulling him back.
Fearing he’d say something rash and anger Mo Wanshui.
Only Mo Wanshui’s eating sounds remained.
The words had scared everyone so much they didn’t know what to say.
Watching the meat quickly being devoured, someone took a deep breath, stepping forward to speak.
"Venerable, you are also from Cangye Country. This time Prince Cheng’s Mansion invites you for the sake of Cangye Country.
Cangye birthed and nurtured you; with your astounding talent, should you not repay it..."
Seemingly trying to provoke Mo Wanshui, his words grew intense.
Hearing this, Mo Wanshui remained unchanged, still not looking at the speaker.
But the scholar, seemingly receiving instruction, relayed again: "The Venerable says, you’re also a piece of dog feces, told you not to speak."
Two people, both called dog feces by Mo Wanshui.
This kind of humiliating remark was deeply embarrassing.
Prince Cheng’s Mansion claimed to be recruiting advisors.
Many who arrived considered themselves wise talents.
Yet, here, Mo Wanshui directly deemed them dog feces.
This extreme insult was truly distressing.
That person clearly wanted to retort, but the steward immediately pulled him to the back.
Mo Wanshui’s roast chicken was more than half eaten.
His eating pace was like a progress bar.
If unsuccessful during this time, Mo Wanshui might not sit there any longer to listen.
Amidst the silence, the most astute person in the group stepped forward.
"Venerable, I am indeed a piece of dog feces, may I speak?"
When calling himself dog feces, he even wore a slight smile, not minding the self-insult.
And hearing this, Mo Wanshui indeed paused, turning to glance at him.