Chapter 3: The Master of this Seat

Hmm since one's soul has returned, will the strong cultivation from one's previous life follow suit

Mo Ran mobilised the spell and felt a saving surge of inner spiritual energy, which was abundant but not powerful. That means he did not inherit his cultivation.

But it's not a big deal. He is gifted and has a high level of enlightenment, so it's not a big deal to start over. It was a great joy to be reborn, and even if there were some shortcomings, they were normal. With this in mind, Mo Ran quickly gathered up his darkness and fangs and prepared to return to the sect like a fifteen year old should.

It was summertime on the outskirts of the city, with the occasional carriage passing by, wheels rolling, and no one paying much attention to Mo Ran, who was only fifteen years old at the time.

Only occasionally do village women who are busy in the fields and have time to look up and wipe their sweat see a young man of exceptional beauty and stare at him for a moment.

Mo Ran also smiled and looked back nonchalantly, making the married women blush and bow their heads.

In the late afternoon, Mo Ran came to Wuchang Town, which was very close to the summit of death and life, where the sun was red as blood in the twilight and the flaming clouds set against the lofty peaks. Feeling hungry, he went into a restaurant and, looking at the black and red sign in front of the counter, knocked on the counter and nimbly ordered, "Boss, a chicken on a stick, a plate of lung slices for husband and wife, two catties of roast wine, and a plate of beef."

The storyteller was shaking his fan on the stage and telling the story of the top of death and life, and he was telling it with a lot of enthusiasm and spittle.

Mo Ran asked for a private room by the window to eat and listen to the book.

"As we all know, the Xianxia Realm is divided into two regions, the superior cultivator and the lower cultivator, and today we are going to talk about the most remarkable sect in the Lower Fairy World, the Top of the Dead. Hey, you know, Wuchang Town used to be a desolate and poor town a hundred years ago, because it was close to the entrance of the ghost world, and when it was dark, villagers didn't dare to go out. We had to pass through quickly while shouting, "People come from the mountain, ghosts come from the paper". But today, our town seems to be bustling and prosperous, no different from anywhere else, thanks to the care of the Peak of Death and Life. This immortal residence, which was built right at the entrance to the Ghost Gate, lies between the two worlds of Yin and Yang. Although it has not been established for a long time, it"

Mo Ran's ears were getting calloused from listening to this history, so he began to look down the window with little interest. There was a stall downstairs, and some outsiders dressed as Taoist priests, carrying a cage covered in black cloth, were selling tricks in the street.

It's much more interesting than the old man talking about books.

Mo Ran's attention was drawn to it.

"Look, look, look, look, this is the ancient beast of war, the young beast of brave, subdued by us. Now it is as obedient as a child, it can also juggle and do arithmetic. It is not easy to do justice, so if you have money, please come and see the first good performance of the brave animal."

The Daoist priests lifted the black cloth with a clamour and inside the cage were several demonic beasts with human faces and bears' bodies.

Mo Ran :""

How dare you call these low-browed, fluffy bear cubs brave?

It's a real bull, and whoever believes it has a donkey's brain.

But Mo Ran did not take long to open his eyes, twenty to thirty donkey brains gathered around them to watch the play, from time to time applauded, that lively energy, even the people in the restaurant can not help but probe out to see, so that the storyteller was embarrassed.

"Nowadays, the venerable lord of the top of death and life, that's a powerful and prestigious name"

"Okay, one more."

The storyteller was greatly encouraged and looked around, only to see that the customer was red-faced and excited, but his eyes were clearly not on himself, but on the juggling stall downstairs.

"Yo, Pixie is planning to make a plate."

"Aaaahhhh, that's awesome."

"What a performance... another Pixie apple toss."

The people in the building burst into laughter and gathered at the window bars to watch the action below. The storyteller continued pathetically, "The most famous thing about His Holiness is his fan, he"

"Ahahahaha, the brave one with the lightest fur is trying to grab the apple, look at him rolling on the ground"

The storyteller wiped his face with a sweaty towel, his lips trembling a little in anger.

Mo Ran pursed her lips, Zhan Yan smiled and shouted slowly and deliberately from behind the beaded curtain, "Don't talk about the top of death and life, let's have a section of 18 touches, we'll make sure we pull everyone back."

Unaware that the man behind the curtain was none other than Mo Ran, the gent at the top of death and life, the storyteller stammered with aplomb, "Crude, vulgar words, not for the, not for the great."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "You're not ashamed to say that this is the place to be."

When he said that, he heard a noise downstairs.

"OMG what a fast horse"

"It's Your Mightiness at the top of death and life."

In the midst of all the chatter, a black horse came stomping from the direction of the top of death and life, killing the juggling ring like lightning

On that horse sat two men, one wearing a black cocked hat and wrapped in a black cloak so tightly blocked that it was impossible to tell his age or sex, and the other a woman in her thirties or forties, rough-handed and weather-beaten.

As soon as she saw the bears, the woman burst into tears. She got off her horse and stumbled over to one of the bears, hugging it and kneeling down and howling, "My son!

The people around were confused. Someone scratched his head and muttered, "Yea isn't this the cub of the ancient divine beast Pixie? Why does this woman call it a child"

"This can't be a female brave, can it?"

"Ouch, so impressive, this female is cultivated into human form."

The villagers here were babbling away, uninformed, but Mo Ran figured it out.

According to legend, some Taoist priests would abduct children, pull out their tongues so that they could not speak, then scald their skins with boiling water and glue the skins to their bodies while they were still bloodied. These children could not speak or write, so they were bullied into performing a juggling act called "Pixie's plan", and if they resisted, they were beaten with sticks.

No wonder he hadn't felt any demonic aura earlier, these "braves" were not demons at all, but living, breathing people!

As he was thinking, the black cloak whispered something to the Daoist priests, who were instantly furious, shouting "Apologize, you don't know how to write the word "apologize". " "Mind your own business, give me a beating", and they pounced on the black cloak and tried to beat it up.

"Ouch."

Mo Ran laughed twice when he saw his fellow disciples being beaten, "So mean."

He didn't have the slightest intention of helping out. In his previous life, he hated the school's atmosphere of helping each other out when they saw injustice, where they all rushed up like fools.

There are so many injustices in the world, why should we care about them?

"Fight fight fight drink good punch"

Up and down the restaurant, crowds of people gathered around to join in the fun.

"So many people beating one, shame on you."

" Your Mightiness watch your back ah oops so close wah wah wah wah"

"That was a good dodge."

These people love a good fight, but Mo Ran doesn't. He's seen more than his fair share of blood and gore, and what happens under his nose is like buzzing flies to him. He lazily dusts the peanut crumbs off his shirt and gets up to leave.

When he got downstairs, the Daoist priests were fighting with the black cloak, sword qi swishing. Mo Ran, clutching his arms and leaning against the entrance of the restaurant, just glanced at them and couldn't help but tsk.

Disgraceful.

The Black Cloak was not a great fighter, and when he saw that he was being pulled off his horse and kicked around by a few of the Daoist priests, he still didn't hit hard.

Instead, Wen shouted weakly, "A gentleman does not move his hands, he does not speak, he reasoned with you, why did you not listen"

Dowsers: ""

Mo Ran :""

The Taoist priests thought, what this person, have been beaten into this kind of grandmother, but also the gentleman moved not to do this is the flesh of the bun brain, no filling it

Mo Ran's face suddenly changed, and for a moment the sky swirled around him as he held his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief at the voice

"He sat on his knees and picked up his black cloak, which was covered in mud and dust, and his voice trembled slightly.

" Shi Mei, is that you?"