Divine Soul Tree (Part 2)
The fact that Ma Mingxun had self-awareness under Mu Yu’s control demonstrated that the latter could make use of divine soul wood’s unique trait unlike Mo Ziming.
Ma Mingxun couldn’t see Mu Yu despite the latter walking in and out of the former’s line of sight.
“Sir, can I help you?” Daoist Nan Xing asked Ma Mingxun.
“Where’s Feng Mu, the lowest cultivation disciple accompanying me?”
“Is he not right there?”
“How about making him dance?” playfully proposed Xiaoshuai.
“A dance?”
As a dance posed popped into Mu Yu’s mind, Ma Mingxun immediately assumed it, startling Daoist Nan Xing.
“Hahaha!” Xiaoshuai slapped Mu Yu’s head as the two laughed.
“Sir Feng Mu, what happ-, why is he dancing?”
“It’s a sign his legs are in good health, right? You should also dance to maintain your health,” responded Mu Yu, laughing as he patted Daoist Nan Xing’s shoulder. He then instructed Ma Mingxun to return to his room.
“D-dance?” stuttered Daoist Nan Xing, not sure how to respond to the suggestion. Little did he know Mu Yu already stuck a divine soul wood onto his arm.
“Forget everything I said and resume what you were doing,” commanded Mu Yu.
The effects of the mind control wore of, returning him control of himself. Yet, he said, “Greetings, Sir.” Although puzzled as to why he was there, he recalled he had other business he needed to attend to.
The limitation to the memory wipe was only two hours’ worth, unfortunately. Whether for better or worse, removing the control didn’t leave any adverse effects.
Seeing as it was possible to wake Ma Mingxun using the control feature, Mu Yu woke the unconscious disciples and left with Ma Mingxun. He explained to Ma Mingxun that he used a misleading formation to falsify his death, therefore tricking Mo Ziming. Ma Mingxun was convinced and even praised Mu Yu for being witty.
Mo Ziming returned to a town fifty kilometres away from Southern Star Taoist Temple. He went into a small building, where Zhou Jinglin was waiting for him over a cup of tea.
“Finished?” Zhou Jinglin questioned without sparing Mo Ziming a glance.
“Tch!” Mo Ziming answered, “No, he escaped.”
“He escaped? A Golden Core Realm mongrel can escape from you?”
“Mm… There was a Spirit Severing Realm Greater Heaven Stage formation caster protecting him. I was no match for his bodyguard,” lied the vexed Mo Ziming, doing everything in his power to hide the fact that he, a ranked ultimate immortal, failed to defeat Mu Yu.
Zhou Jinglin spun his cup of tea and said, “It must’ve been Lu Deyi. I suppose I should’ve expected them to put in all the stops to protect Feng Mu.”
“I will kill him the next time he’s out on a job! I won’t let even Greater Heaven Stage formation casters protect him!”
“Lu Deyi won’t send him out on jobs again after this assassination attempt. Never mind. The tournament is the main event. It won’t matter even if Feng Mu does become a Greater Heaven Stage disciple. Formation Sect is going down.”
Feng Mu, just you wait. The last time we meet will be our last! Mo Ziming silently pledged.
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“Feng Mu must be dead by now,” remarked Duan Yang. “I wish I was there to see him die and to give him an extra. How dare he order me around?!”
“Relax. If we joined the assassination, we might’ve ruined the entire plan. We just need to put up with this for a few more months,” encouraged Wu Wenxing.
Duan Yang wanted to burn Mu Yu’s belongings just seeing the latter’s bed. He needed to receive verification of Mu Yu’s death before he could do so, though. He stated, “That’s what he gets for trying to boss us around and trying to oppose Senior Brother Luo and Ji.”
“Feng Mu is dead.”
“Really?!” Duan Yang brightened up immediately after hearing the voice. “Really? Fantastic! Wu Wenxing, how do you know?”
“I told him.” Mu Yu’s innocent face suddenly appeared.
“How come you’re still alive?!” exclaimed the two spies, jumping to their feet.
“Should I be dead?” Mu Yu meandered over to sit on his bed.
“No, no, we’re just glad you’re back,” responded Wu Wenxing, quickly recollecting himself and accompanying his fibs with a smile.
Wu Wenxing tugged Duan Yang to snap the latter out of it. Duan Yang tried to wear on an awkward smile and added, “Exactly, exactly. We still want to help you out, after all.”
“Glad to hear that.” Mu Yu’s gaze could pierce them all of a sudden.
“Just say the word. We’re at your command,” Wu Wenxing voiced.
“This is an easy job. Just give me the list of Talisman Sect’s spies.”
The two spies froze. Wu Wenxing inquired, “T-Talisman Sect’s spies? What are you talking about?”
“Who’s the spy? We swore to never align with Talisman Sect. Who are the traitors?!” added Duan Yang.
“I heard you two are. I’m asking you two as I’m not convinced. You’re not Talisman Sect’s spies, are you?”
“Of course not. We’re Formation Sect’s disciples, haha,” Duan Yang awkwardly answered.
“Talisman Sect is a bunch of stupid, idiotic, primitive morons. Even if you order them around, they’ll still try to lick your boots, hey?” Mu Yu mocked.
“Of course,” Wu Wenxing replied.
“Of course my foot!”
Duan Yang lost it and launched his fist at Mu Yu. He reasoned that, since Mu Yu returned, it meant the assassination plan fell through. That being the case, if he could kill Feng Mu and escape back to Talisman Sect, he’d be handsomely rewarded.
Mu Yu caught Duan Yang’s punch. Shocked, Duan Yang looked up to see Mu Yu’s murderous gaze.
Duan Yang felt his hand go numb. He tried to fight back with his spiritual energy, but whatever was attached to him overpowered him. Before long, he lost awareness.
Mu Yu shifted his gaze to Wu Wenxing, who exclaimed, “Body Severing Realm? Who are you?”
“A spy punisher.” Mu Yu tugged up the corner of his lips and flashed behind Wu Wenxing to stick a divine soul wood onto the latter’s neck. Mu Yu dusted his hands and propped himself into a chair. “Now, let’s discuss this spy business.”
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