Chapter 754 - 712: Mo Wanshui’s Madness (Part 2)
Chapter 754: Chapter 712: Mo Wanshui’s Madness (Part 2)
If I really told them, I’m afraid it would trouble them for a long time.
A frog in a well, if it truly knew that there was a bigger world outside.
Perhaps it would make them more confused, more uncomfortable.
Seeing Shen Han unwilling to say more, Prince Cheng did not press further.
The more he refuses to tell others, the more mysterious Shen Han’s identity becomes.
Prince Cheng had many thoughts in his mind, but he did not dare to speak, fearing he might say the wrong thing and displease Shen Han.
In front of Shen Han, Prince Cheng was always a bit nervous.
After all, from the beginning, Shen Han served as an advisor at the Prince Cheng’s Mansion.
Because of Mo Wanshui’s affairs, Shen Han suffered a lot of grievances.
Although Prince Cheng’s attitude was fairly decent, he knew that previously he sided with Mo Wanshui.
He kept forcing Shen Han to swallow his pride and humble himself.
Prince Cheng was uncertain whether Shen Han harbored some resentment against him.
On the surface, they were polite, but what he truly thought was questionable.
It’s not like he’s a naive child; many people try to maintain a presentable facade.
"Mr. Shen, in recent days I’ve heard some rumors."
Prince Cheng paused, his brows slightly furrowed.
Hearing this, Shen Han cooperatively looked up.
"The source of the news is not yet clear, but I heard that Mo Wanshui seems to have gone mad..."
At these words, there was no change in Shen Han’s expression, just looking at Prince Cheng like that.
"If he’s mad, he’s mad, even if he’s dead, it shouldn’t have anything to do with us."
To him, Mo Wanshui was merely a minor passerby; whatever he did, Shen Han didn’t care, nor was he interested.
However, hearing Shen Han’s words, Prince Cheng’s face still carried a trace of concern.
"Mr. Shen, this matter may not be so simple.
Messages from outside said that Mo Wanshui left Lin City in a daze.
Then he began to look for dog poo everywhere..."
When Prince Cheng mentioned "dog poo," his expression flickered slightly.
He worried that Shen Han might be sensitive to this term.
After all, Mo Wanshui used this term to insult Shen Han and the advisors before.
Shen Han remained indifferent and didn’t mind this word at all.
Honestly, Mo Wanshui’s evaluation, his words, Shen Han had never taken them to heart.
Seeing Shen Han without any other reaction, Prince Cheng continued.
"It’s said that Mo Wanshui found the dog poo and directly smeared it all over himself in front of onlookers...
Everyone says he’s gone mad, insanely smearing such fetid and filthy stuff on himself.
But when I heard about it, something didn’t seem quite right to me.
Mr. Shen, do you think Mo Wanshui might hold a grudge against you in his heart..."
Prince Cheng’s guess was actually very close.
That day, Mo Wanshui was devastated.
He intended to make his mark, endure the humiliation of smearing himself with dog poo, and engrave this humiliation on his heart.
To use it as a reminder, a reminder to repay this enmity and revenge.
Upon hearing this, Shen Han naturally understood.
Although Prince Cheng didn’t explicitly say it, the facts were quite clear.
This Mo Wanshui seems to be seeking revenge against himself.
He lost face in front of others that day, choosing this extreme method to remind himself.
He wasn’t even disgusted by it.
"He was already somewhat stinky, and this would only make him smellier.
Let him be, no one stops him if he wants to eat dog poo, let alone just smear it."
Seeing Shen Han’s indifference, Prince Cheng’s face still held some seriousness.
"Mr. Shen, you might not know, but this Mo Wanshui is not so ordinary.
Before the age of thirty, Mo Wanshui was mediocre and unknown.
Until he was forty, he suddenly amazed everyone, shaking Cangye..."
Looking at Prince Cheng’s serious expression, Shen Han had already guessed; this Mo Wanshui must be from an extraordinary origin.
"Which great nation’s Imperial Family is he from?"
"According to the news, Mo Wanshui is from Luodao Valley in Yellow Dragon Continent..."
"Yellow Dragon Continent?"
What is Yellow Dragon Continent, what is Luodao Valley, he had never heard of them.
In the books he read before, it seemed they were not mentioned.
"Yellow Dragon Continent is a vast region, and even the weakest sect there is not to be provoked by our Cangye Country..."
Prince Cheng was somewhat surprised, Shen Han seemed genuinely unaware of Yellow Dragon Continent.
Actually, Prince Cheng always believed that Shen Han came from Yellow Dragon Continent.
Now it seems, perhaps he guessed wrong.
"The sects of Luodao Valley are considered top-tier, even in Yellow Dragon Continent.
Sir, with Mo Wanshui in such a state now, I’m worried Luodao Valley might blame you...
Although we all know this is Mo Wanshui’s own doing, but that’s Luodao Valley, they won’t listen to our explanations."
After Prince Cheng’s explanation, many details suddenly became clear to Shen Han.
When he went to that Death Waiting Slope, some people tried persuading Mo Wanshui with Cangye Country’s interests.
At that time, Mo Wanshui had a hint of disdain on his face upon hearing this.
Turns out he was not a native of Cangye Country at all.
The benefits of Cangye Country had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. Shen, it’s worth being wary of Mo Wanshui...
If he’s truly someone from Luodao Valley, and even a descendant of its core members,
in his current state, Luodao Valley would surely come to punish..."
Prince Cheng’s gaze fell on Shen Han, he too was pondering Shen Han’s true identity.
Seeing that Shen Han’s expression showed no change upon hearing this, Prince Cheng seemed somewhat reassured.
Mo Wanshui’s act of smearing dog poo on himself caused quite a stir.
After all, he was previously very famous in Cangye Country.
Such an outrageous act by a person of strength naturally generated significant buzz.
When the news spread, it was then learned from outside that Mo Wanshui was from Luodao Valley.
Shen Han didn’t pay much attention to this information.
The cultivators of this world, though seemingly arrogant, have relatively average strength.
Being in the Sixth Grade Fruit Realm already labels someone as a strong individual, and with the Fifth Grade, perhaps the Fourth Grade, one could stand at the pinnacle of this world.
Currently, he has touched the edge of the Power of Laws.
Another step could completely resist the oppressive force of this world without much trouble.
If he comprehends the essence of the Law, resisting this oppressive force would be simple.
Removing these restraints would allow him to unleash his full strength.
The Immortal Realm’s Second Grade should be enough to roam this world freely.
He once experienced oppression and family persecution.
Shen Han didn’t want to become such a villain, so even though his strength could support seizing,
Shen Han still chose not to, continuing to earn what he needed according to this world’s rules.
However, if the people of this world attempt to oppress him with force, they should not blame him for retaliating in kind.
Death Waiting Slope.
Two middle-aged women stood on a square-shaped magical artifact, looking ahead.
"Madam, perhaps we shouldn’t go..."
The speaker appeared to be the other’s maid from her attire.
Both appeared to be over forty years old.
The woman referred to as "Madam" was middle-aged but still held some charm.
"Ping’Er, accompany me to take a look, it’s been almost twenty years, it’s my fault towards him..."
The woman called Ping’Er was her maid.
She’s served her for many years, and although they were master and servant, their relationship was more like sisters.
So many years have passed, Ping’Er had become Mrs. Ping.
Apart from her, no one else dared to call her Ping’Er.
"Let’s just forget it, madam, seeing it will only bring you more pain...
Why go through this..."
"Just accompany me on this journey, I don’t dare look at him, so I’ll only look at the places he stayed."
Hearing her lady’s words, Mrs. Ping sighed helplessly.
The two rode the magical artifact up to Death Waiting Slope.
In this world, being able to use such a flying magical artifact signifies unspoken status.
In Cangye Country, such an artifact would only be used by those at the Sovereign’s level.
In front of Death Waiting Slope, looking at the lush flowers and grasses.
The woman was completely stunned.
In her youth, she often lay amidst this sea of flowers with Mo Wanshui.