Chapter 255 - 120: Which of You Is the Saint Monarch? I’m Losing My Mind

Chapter 255: Chapter 120: Which of You Is the Saint Monarch? I’m Losing My Mind

"Huh? Don’t tell me Lao Mo is also..."

"..."

Zhao Ci ignored him and walked straight over to Yang Mo. "Lao Mo, how did your practice session go last night?"

He was genuinely concerned about Yang Mo.

After all, a golden wish was on the line, not to mention a Divine Cocoon talent that sounded ridiculously powerful.

He desperately needed either one of them.

Yang Mo’s expression stiffened for a moment before he quickly forced a smile. "It went great. I’ve finally found a direction. However, to fully unearth my talent, I’ll still need some medicine that can nourish the Primordial Spirit. Brother Ci, about that..."

Zhao Ci agreed without hesitation. "I’ll send someone to Pill Workshop Street to buy them right now. The Practice Room is all yours today."

Yang Mo was touched, but the more grateful he felt, the greater the pressure became.

This debt of gratitude kept growing.

’How can I ever repay him?’

He sat down in silence, waiting for the pills to be brought back.

[Yang Mo’s Current Wish]: I can’t fail this time. I have to succeed and finally make my breakthrough! Wish Completion Reward: Comprehension Value +1000, Take-off Talisman x1.

A slight smile touched Zhao Ci’s lips.

’Looks like Lao Mo has really found his way.’

’This investment is finally showing signs of paying off.’

「An incense stick later.」

A maid returned with the pills for nourishing the Primordial Spirit. Yang Mo took them and rushed to the Practice Room.

Once the door to the Practice Room was sealed, he sat down cross-legged.

’This time...’

’I must succeed.’

...

「Meanwhile.」

The gathering continued.

Although Zhao Ci feigned enthusiasm, he was starting to lose interest.

The main reason was that the guest of honor, Zhang Da Yong, seemed even more out of it than he was.

Zhang Da Yong couldn’t help it.

Because a moment ago, while Zhao Ci was in the privy, he had attached a wisp of Soul Mist to Yang Mo.

Although he felt this waste of space was the polar opposite of the Saint Monarch, he was, after all, a primary suspect.

This was especially true at a critical moment like this, when he was taking the Soul-Burning Potion.

He still had to be monitored.

With a thought.

He remotely controlled the wisp of Soul Mist, guiding it to discreetly burrow into the back of Yang Mo’s head.

This was the Synesthesia Secret Skill, a technique that allowed him to experience all of Yang Mo’s physical sensations firsthand.

After some time...

"HSSSS..."

Zhang Da Yong sucked in a sharp breath.

’So painful!’

’This is... Celestial Demon Body Refining?’

’Wh-what the...’

’Something’s wrong.’

’There’s something wrong with this Yang Mo guy.’

[Zhang Da Yong (Huangfu Song)’s Current Wish]: Figure out what kind of person Yang Mo is. Wish Completion Reward: Comprehension Value +100, Insight Talisman x1.

Zhao Ci: "???"

’Buddy!’

’Why the sudden change of heart?’

Zhang Da Yong was already a bit baffled. He could feel all of Yang Mo’s pain.

But he couldn’t hear the slightest cry of pain from Yang Mo.

Not even a muffled grunt.

’What kind of pain tolerance is this?’

’I misjudged him!’

’This Yang Mo is definitely a ruthless one.’

Then, he heard Yang Mo’s voice, suppressed to its limit but still unable to conceal its excitement. "Hahahahaha! I succeeded! This Secret Skill really works! But the level I’ve comprehended is too low. I haven’t completely broken through, nor have I fully re-established myself. I’ll refine myself again! One more time!"

Zhang Da Yong: "???"

’Buddy!’

’I’m already breaking out in a cold sweat here.’

’This thing gives me the creeps just thinking about it, and you want to do it multiple times in a row?’

’This guy... is a top-tier madman!’

At that very moment, another piece of information came from his main self: The Meteor Powder Yang Mo had purchased was for his own parents. The two of them likely didn’t have much longer to live.

"HSSSS..."

’Ruthless!’

’Truly ruthless!’

’He must be the Lord Saint Monarch!’

’Such willpower.’

’And he’s even mastered the Celestial Demon Body Refining Secret Technique.’

’If he isn’t the Saint Monarch, then who could be...’

But at that very moment...

Zhu Li chimed in, "Boss! You’re so good to Yang Mo, you give him anything he wants!"

"Obviously!"

Zhao Ci said, swinging one leg over the other, "You’re all my employees. As long as it improves your strength, if it’s something I can give you, I definitely will!"

Zhang Da Yong: "???"

’Wait!’

’I almost forgot.’

’Zhao Ci also knows the Celestial Demon Body Refining Secret Technique. Moreover, he broke through and rebuilt himself upon a First-Grade Flesh Soul. The pain he must have endured would have been far greater.’

’In other words...’

’Zhao Ci is also a ruthless one.’

’And judging by what he said, it’s very likely he’s the one who taught Yang Mo the Celestial Demon Body Refining Secret Technique.’

’And what’s more...’

’...he couldn’t be sure that Zhao Ci obtained the Celestial Demon Body just because Gu Xiangzhu broke her sect’s rules to teach him.’

’He’d never actually confronted Gu Xiangzhu about it.’

’Which means, Zhao Ci’s demonic art might have come from the original soul.’

’Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he was so mediocre for so long before his sudden rise to prominence.’

’Hsss...’

’None of the information is reliable anymore!’

’According to Shuimo’s guidance, possessing a demonic art was supposed to be a key identifying feature.’

’But now...’

’It’s a mess!’

’A total mess!’

’Who in the world is the Saint Monarch’s reincarnation?!’

’I’m going to lose my mind!’

’It’s all that damn Gu Xiangzhu’s fault.’

[Zhang Da Yong (Huangfu Song)’s Current Wish]: Kill that bitch Gu Xiangzhu. Wish Completion Reward: Comprehension Value +1000, Scoundrel Talisman x1.

Zhao Ci: "???"

’Is this guy nuts?’

’Why the hell would you want to kill my little aunt for no reason?’

’If you kill my little aunt, who’s going to run over in the middle of the night and kiss me awake?’

"CLANG!"

A long spear was stabbed into the ground right in front of Zhang Da Yong.

Zhang Da Yong jumped in alarm. "Your... Your Highness? What is the meaning of this...?"

Zhao Ci said, cursing, "We’ve been sitting here talking all day, and you haven’t said a goddamn thing. It’s not good to be so antisocial. Today, we’ll have some friendly spars in the manor to build some rapport. You and I are up first!"

Zhang Da Yong: "..."

Zhao Ci was already preparing to give him a taste of real pain.

’Dammit!’

’Trying to bully my little aunt?’

’Only I get to bully my little aunt!’